BLU Headquarters. Map: 2fort, CTF.

[hands_of_blu]

It seems like a perfectly sensible sort of place: pale blue walls, tile flooring, fluorescent lighting high overhead, lockers. There's even a pinup calendar.

But a close look shows the equipment locker to contain more ammunition than some Third World countries use in a month, and the same personal locker that has the small flowered purse in it has a note about asbestos stuck to the door, and the air has that faint tang of antiseptic scrub that only really happens when vast quantities of the stuff are used to wipe out every other smell possible. And a peek out the big, garage-like door reveals what looks not unlike the inside of a barn, save for the weathered Builders League United logo on the wall...


[OOC: This is the BLU side's initial post for the Team Fortress 2 plot. If you want to play on RED, stop by battin1000. Orientation takes place here and when people get in on both sides we'll have the actual war post. Consult the 2fort Team Fortress 2 wiki page to get an idea of the grounds we'll be playing on!]

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Sehr gut. Put on ze uniform first, please, or everyvun is going to shoot at you upon seeing you." The uniform he offers is clearly men's clothing, but at least it's cut for someone skinnier than, say, one of the Soldiers: blue short-sleeve shirt, black vest, blue trousers, hat, sunglasses. "Und take ze smaller gun for closer range, und ze kukri for if you run out of ammunition und must defend yourself in hand to hand, ja? Zen ve show you vhere ze sniper nests are, before ze day's fighting starts."

[dark_dancer]

"I rather hope it doesn't come to hand-to-hand - still, no sense in going unprepared." It's rather less weaponry than she'd carry on an assignment at home, but the guns clearly do a lot of damage, so it evens out.
The uniform... well. At least the vest is black. She actually takes more issue with the color than the fact that it's technically men's clothing, but if it keeps her from being (as much of) a target, she can bear it for now.
(At least the vest is black. She's not entirely out of her own uniform.)

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Medic catches some of that reluctance, and flashes a small, tight smile. "Mein apologies, but standard policy for both RED und BLU is to shoot anyvun not vearing a team's colors first. As for ze hand to hand, vell, you haf mostly to vorry about ze spies, hmm? Vun good disguise device of theirs und suddenly you haf a RED agent standing next to you und striking at your back, vhere chust a moment before vos a BLU. Stay alert, und take no shame in striking at someone you suspect might not be vot he seems. All of us haf done so, und vill again, so long as ze var lasts."

[dark_dancer]

"Understood." Referring to all of the above, though she's still not pleased about all this color. ('At least the vest is black' may end up as something of a mantra, out of all of this.)
"Is there some sort of healing arrangement out there, other than yourself?"
That strikes Cata as a good question to ask, since the Medic can't be everywhere at once. If she can tend to something herself, she will, but she'll need to know how.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"On eizer side, vhether in ze BLU headquarters or ze red, zere are several points vhere medical supplies are stashed," says the Medic. "Ve mark zem vith a red cross. Und ze resupply rooms are in ze topmost level or ze lowest basement of ze headquarters; you should find vot you need zere, if I cannot reach you vhen you call out."

"Und Herr Engineer is your friend. Vun of his creations is a dispenser of ammunition und ze same healing energies as mein medigun. If you see a BLU Engineer who's built somesing zat isn't a gun und isn't a pad to step on und be teleported, zat vould be ze dispenser, und you can use it for healing und restocking both."

[dark_dancer]

"I'll certainly keep that in mind. Thank you."
She's also made a mental note to at least try to stock up on both kinds of supplies before heading out. Assignments tend to run more smoothly when one can take care of oneself, at least for a while; she sees no reason why this would be any different.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Vun more sing."

The Medic passes Cata a small device that gives the casual observer the impression of being a poker chip.

"Keep zis on your person at all times. Ze positioning is irrelevant. So long as you carry it, should ze situation reach its vorst, you'll find yourself again at ze point vhere all of us start."

[dark_dancer]

"I can certainly see where that would be useful."
It's an interesting way of working a resurrection - they're somewhat more complicated in Cata's world than sending one to a restart point - but she has enough of a grasp on the idea that it's not a totally alien concept.
"Not that I intend to allow the worst to happen, but I suppose that's a risk that comes of being here."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Better safe zan sorry, ja?" He half-smiles. "In zat case, unless you haf any ozzer questions, I shall show you vhere Herr Sniper und his cohorts prefer to shoot from."

[dark_dancer]

"That would be good, thank you."
Cata definitely prefers 'safe,' especially given that 'sorry' would probably mean 'dead.'