Grumbling, the Scout emerges from his room. This is the first appearance he’s made in quite some time! How exciting. To the messhall. He needs food.

Very thin Scout, maneuvering through the rows of tables to get into the kitchen and make himself something that he could maybe keep down for once. Ignoring the majority of his teammates as he goes. Kneels once he gets there, digging through the cabinets for instant oatmeal.

Side eyeing Christa as she speaks. ... Newbie..? Glances over toward Amos, staring at him for a moment before returning to searching for the oatmeal. He might have to say hello after all.

Instant Oatmeal is in the microwave. He leans back against the counter said microwave is on, waiting for his food to be done before he approaches the new fella. Arms crossed over his chest.

Food is done, loaded down with sugar, and stirred. Sky grabs a spoon, heading over to find a seat near Amos, just close enough to see what the dude is up to without having to ask too much about it. He’s a bit awkward himself, sorry about that.

“.. Oh, yeah? Thanks! It’s , uh. I only dye the sides.” He grins, reaching up to ruffle his own hair. “I like yer .. glasses-! I’m Sky.”

“I bullshit things most a’ the time, it ain’t too hard. But, uh. You’re a medic, so, I dunno ‘bout that stuff, sorry.” He shrugs, shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. “Y’ran into everyone on the team yet?”

“There’s a few others, I think. I ain’t left my room much since we’ve been on ceasefire n’ that damned Heavy killed me for hittin’ the kid with my baseball. It was a freakin’ accident, heh,” Rambling Scout. “So. You follow Doc around?”

“Yeah, she ain’t okay. But we don’t mention it, or we’d probably get shot in the face again too.” Small laugh. “I think you’ll like it here, regardless of how crazy it is.”

// hi my name is Bri and I accidentally showed up to work three hours early

He's going outside for the first time in AGES.

He’s here. In the messhall, Tossing and catching a baseball.

SURPRISE BAT TO BLEU’S HEAD, she’s dead , “Haha, hey-o! Y’forget about me, Heavy?” Throws his baseball at Dmitri as hard as he can before ditching, he’s running toward RED, praying to GOD that he’s fast enough to escape.

That’s some severe damage, Not dead though! He’s definitely slower.

“BONK!” Caves in Dani’s skull with his bat!

// ya hesitated and now yer dead

// they didn’t have a good BLU one

“Hah, ‘ey good-lookin’! What’s a guy gotta do t’get the Intel from a hellish dame such as yerself?” Grinning, bloody bat in hands.

He’s on fireeee, he’s dead!

Birthday party at BLU, he’s celebrating himself.