28th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Finland isn't the only one gimping around town. Scout got stabbed in the leg several times by the angry nation. He went to Fran to get it stitched it up, but thought maybe just offing himself would be better than 2-4 weeks recovery time. The good doctor disagreed, and while fixing up the Scout's leg made sure he would not harm himself or others during his recovery.

Lovely.

Not only that, he hasn't been able to sleep either (chemically-induced nap nonwithstanding). It's not something he gets much of anyway, usually, but since he's hurt he figured he might as well catch up. But he just lays there, wide awake. What's up with that?

So now, Scout can be found in a few places looking a bit miserable:

- Sitting on his lawn, playing catch alone. Mostly using the house and fence to bounce the baseballs off of. Occasionally one goes wild towards his own house, or neighbor's, or to a passerby causing damage. He seems unconcerned.

- Stopping by the homes of his BLU teammates: Sniper, Spy, Medic and even Engie. Every last one of them is droned. This does not help his mood.

- Downtown in the attempt to get Vince a present for his birthday. He's got crutches for any extended time walking in the hopes to not pop any stitches, but Scout's never been known for his patience. He also has no idea what to buy a guy for his birthday, but this is Vince so it's almost kinda like buying something for a chick. At any rate, he feels weird buying him clothing or something, and since he doesn't like sports, Scout looks a bit lost.

- at RED Sniper's gun range, taking out targets with his pistol at an alarming rate. Gotta vent somehow!

Feel free to bug him at these places, or while he's on the move.]

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya think this'll slow me down! I've had way worse than this, sister. Ain't gonna slow me down any. Just let me know if he needs a lesson, though.

[He shrugs.] I dunno. What CAN we do, right?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

I will, thank you.

I meant about your leg, or even just to help you feel better. That's doable, at least... right? One step at a time.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well, Fran patched me up 'n all, but she went and messed with my head too. [He takes off his hat -gasp!- and points to some stictches on his head.] She decided ta tinker with my head too. She didn't want me offin' myself ta fix this so now if I try anythin', my muscles just cut out on me!

...I wonder if THAT is why I can't sleep?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema just... stares. Holy crap, that's messed up.]

That's a breach of medical ethics!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He hadn't thoguht of that. He's too used to "medicine" as performed by the BLU team's Medic.]

Seriously? What the hell can I even do about it? She said she'd fix it once my leg healed up.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately... probably not much. It's not like you can file a law suit that means anything here, considering how the town itself treats us.

We can get drinks? Unless you're taking medication on top of everything...

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Why are people so concerned with dyin' here? I mean, everyone respawns all fine 'n' dandy the next day, right? [Death holds little meaning to RED and BLU employees.]

Naw, no meds, and booze sounds like an awesome idea.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Because death is usually pretty permanent. I'm waiting for the waking up the next morning to stop one of these days.

Let's go, then.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

...I ain't ever thought 'a that. I guess I just got used ta how it works back home. [That's a scary thought.]

Lead the way!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[AND THEY GO TO GET BOOZE. Where shall they sit and drink the beer they've just purchased?]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[LIKE THE BOSSES THEY ARE, DAMN STRAIGHT.]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[BOSSES IN THE PARK, DRINKING BEER.]

At least it's good weather for this.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

'Bout the only good thing ya can say about this town is the good weather. Almost makes up fer their lousy beer.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Ema shrugs a little.] I'm kind of used to lousy beer, though. Can't usually afford the nice stuff back home.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, back at the HQ we never get good stuff either. Just whatever Demo manages to dig up, an' sister, ya don't wanna drink that stuff.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

That bad, huh? [She takes a long pull from her beer.]

If we had the right resources, we could probably make a killing brewing our own booze. Do it right.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, seriously, I don't even know how they guy can do anythin' when drinkin' that stuff.

Oh man, that'd be sweet! I remember hearin' some people talk about doin' it but they never did. Man, how do ya even make booze?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Yikes. And with a name like Demo, he's in charge of demolitions? That's frightening.

Depends on what kind of drink you want to make. Scientifically speaking, it involves some form of carbohydrate to ferment so the sugars turn into ethanol. You'd need some kind of yeast and a closed container... actually, we could probably manage some sort of crude brewing system, if we really wanted to. Not beer, but something.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

...think they got books on it in the library?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

They might! You want to go see?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Sure! Sounds like we're onta somethin' here. I mean, what else is there ta do 'round here?
Worth a shot, right?

[Scout's been here for 6 months and has yet to set foot in the library. Way to go, Ema!]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema's so proud of Scout, finally going to the library~]

Worth a shot, let's go.

[Aaaaand they're walking.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Ha, he'll have no idea where to look in the library. Finding anything outside of what's stereotyped to you is tough, but booze-making might be considered manly enoguh of a pursuit that something might be available.

At any rate, the Dewey Decimal System is beyond the Scoot.]

...you know how to find anythin' here?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema's counting on the stereotype to find the book, actually. She has a feeling that brewing alcohol is not considered a very feminine activity.]

Of course I do.

Sciences are in the 500s. That's probably our best bet, since fermentation is a scientific process. My guess is probably somewhere in the 540s--chemistry. Follow me.

[It's nice to actually be able to go to the science section and find something other than "How to Help Your Children Win the Science Fair!" It's also nice to go to the science section period--Ema's last few trips to the library have been to do research on etiquette, much to her dismay.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Well, thanks to having ol' Scoot with you, I imagine getting the right books is easy. Now the hard part: getting Scout to read. He'd flip through a few books making a face.]

This sounds pretty complicated.