( Dynamo )

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( Heather Mason )

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( Beast Boy )

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( Naalsuul )

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(Everyone else, you may have discovered that your [insert object here] has a Sapper attached to it. Or hear obnoxious laughter coming from somewhere.)

(He doesn't care that he was covered in God-knows-what. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and he feels like he's sapped a thousand sentries and stabbed everyone in Mayfield at least twice over.

Now, all he wants to do is skip down the streets of Mayfield sharing his happiness with everyone he can find.)

((OOC: Reply with how comfortable you are with this derp getting in your face, because unless you say otherwise you're getting a full body hug and European style cheek kisses. Oh, and since he was slimed, that means some of it getting on you as well.))

(Spy's understanding of psychology is limited to the pop-culture understanding of Freudian analysis. So though he knows that his recent non-platonic feelings for the RED Engineer are flower-induced, it still bothers him. He's not too bothered by having fallen in "love" with a man, an enemy for that matter; the Spy's somewhat of a hopeless romantic, it's just that he always thought that sort of thing only happened to other people. Even without his pre-BLU memories, he was fairly certain that his life was always a pattern of remorseless utilitarianism.

He makes a phone call while in the private office of his barber shop, filtered away from Team Fortress 2 canon-mates and housemates just in case.)

I may be in need of a psychiatrist. Or perhaps a neurologist.

(A: Anywhere

Like some sort of gruesome trail, you may find several corpses of a certain BLU asshole strewn about. Trying to poke one may result in it dissolving, since some of these are decoys being left behind both to obfuscate his actual deaths and to minimize the damage his body is taking; the real corpses have their masks super-glued on, so it can't be removed without destroying the face.

B: Hospital

If you keep track of inventory, you may notice that supplies of painkillers--morphine in particular--has been coming up short in the last few days. Of course, given the current situation in town, you may not be able to nail down the perp, but maybe you might be able to catch him in the act?

C: 504 Ricardo Street, BLU Medic's house

It starts with one polite bell ring, followed by a few more less polite bell rings, followed by an increasingly impatient pounding on the door. If nobody answers after that, the house is going to get broken into by somebody who looks like a bizarre cross between a mummy and the Invisible Man.)

(The Spy's had worse days than this, where absolutely nothing went his way and he might as well have stayed in Respawn. And the story that the town's revival system being on the fritz might well be another lie concocted as yet another "fuck you" from the sadists who ran this place.

But he couldn't deny the changes happening to his own body. At first, he made do with bandaging himself, but as more and more first degree burns reappeared on him, he felt it was well within his rights to sulk.

And so sulk he did, sitting on a bench in the park and chain smoking cigarettes, one after another, as more and more of him was consumed by his past.)

((OOC: Uh...I guess this event means that the attack on the Chief of Police is on indefinite hold. I certainly haven't heard from the mods about it since I got permission.))