First Inning

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[Scout never gets much sleep. Between late-night recon missions for BLU and all those energy drinks, he's usually on the run 24/7, it seems. Not that he minds; giving those REDs hell is WAY more fun than sleeping.

Deciding that a nap was needed after a successful grab of RED intelligence, Scout turns in at the BLU barracks and flops down on a cot. Maybe he can catch an hour or two...

Suddenly, he's feeling much more comfortable. He doesn't remember the cots being being so warm and cozy before! He rolled over to check the clock: 6:58AM. He could probably get away with sleeping for a few more...

Wait a sec. The BLU bunker doesn't have an alarm clock.

He shoots up in bed. This place is completely unfamiliar. Combat instincts kick in immediately, and Scout is up on his feet like a shot.

...or at least he should be. Instead of his usual precision moves, Scout gets tangled in his sheets and falls flat on his face, making a lot of noise and letting out a few expletives for good measure. THAT has never happened before.

What the freakin' HELL, he thinks. Scout's eye catches a portrait on the wall. This is only getting weirder by the second. There's a lovely black & white photo of him posing with his arm around a pretty young lady about his age, and two teenage girls. They're all smiling. It's like some kind of family portrait, but Scout has never seen these women in his life.

This ain't right. What the frick is goin' on?! Scout spies a phone on an end table. Who should he call? The cops? No thanks. He picks up the receiver...

[your voice mail is greeted with a loud, angry Bostonian early in the morning!]

Ok, this BETTER be some kind of joke, or I swear ta god ... someone's skull WILL be batted in for this!

I wake up in some house makin' it look like I shoulda been living here with some broads? I don't even know these people! An' who took all my clothes and stuff? Did someone strip me or somethin'? Are these... are these golf pants I'm wearing?! OK THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT FUNNY. [fumbling noises are heard in the background] And where the hell is my hat?!

I just... I... someone better explain ta me what is goin' on, or I SWEAR I will start bustin' tha heads of everyone I see until I figure out who pulled this shit! [phone is slammed down]

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Holy crud. I can't get over how frickin' messed up this place is. I dunno if I can lay low, man. All these REDs on my ass already and I don't even have a bat! And...

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Holy crud. I can't get over how frickin' messed up this place is. I dunno if I can lay low, man. All these REDs on my ass already and I don't even have a bat! And... <i.[quietly]</i> man I dunno WHAT is goin' on but I can't even seem to WALK right, let alone run. It is <i>seriously</i> freakin' me the hell out.

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

This place does that. It takes all yer abilities and stuff, meanin' it probably took your speed. When Ah first came here, Ah didn't have my uniform or anythin', but Ah've managed to get back my PDA and some decent clothes.
[[He's not going to say that his PDA is busted.]]
And we can get ya somethin' so you've at least got a few thin's like what you had before you got here.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[[goddamn HTML fail, I should know better to not proofread]]

[Also SO MUCH ANGRY TWITCHING RIGHT NOW]

They... they TOOK MY SPEED?! Oh that is IT, brothah, that is frickin' IT! Kidnap me, take my shit, whatevah! But you take that and... and... UGH I AM SO GONNA BREAK SOMEONE'S NECK OVER THIS!!

[trying to act tough but is obviously kind of nervous thanks to this revelation] Look, I... I can't just sit around here. Has anyone just tried to leave here? This town just can't go on forever. Are there like walls or somethin'? Guards?

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

They can do all kinds of thin's, so it seems.

Well, Ah haven't tried goin' to the edge yet. [[Ponder ponder.]] Maybe we could test that, though Ah think somebody's already tried. But it can't hurt?
As for guards and the like, there's drones, but they're not dangerous, Ah don' think. Just really really creepy. Walls, no.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[brightens up again] Well well, pally! It looks like we got a plan! See, what would have you done without me? I think a break out is in order. Part of me thinks I should wait till I get my runnin' skills back, I really don't know if I have time for that. Seems they just give stuff like that back at random, it could be weeks!

_{[[I think a log/action post is in our future, or at least mine. XD Scout'll probably try this oh-so-brilliant plan with or without help.]]}

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

Typically they hand it back over after certain 'events' happen. Like...well, 'round Christmas, everybody got 'bout ten years younger, then got stuff back after another chunk. Ah got here right as that started though, so it didn't get me.

[[[Oh yes, we have -got- to do that. XD]]]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Man that is so friggin' weird. Ten years younger? Man, THAT is not what I need.

Well I don't have time ta wait around for the weirdos to plan more crazy crap. As a matter a' fact, it'd probably be better if we got movin' BEFORE somethin' like that happens again. [quietly, excitedly]Get some teleporters ready for this weekend, bro! I got some ideas!

_{[[OK be prepared for something this weekend then, it's gonna be terrible brilliant!]]}

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

If that isn't weird enough, afterwards, everybody got ten years older. Now that one, Ah didn't have the pleasure of avoidin'.

You got it. Just so lon' as ya don't go shoutin' for a teleporter. [[He sounds amused, anyway.]]

[[[Alrighty! This is going to be great, seeing what these two can cook up. X>]]