Highschool Never Ends

[a3stepnpc]

Characters: EVERYONE
When: Sunday 9/11 thru Saturday 9/17
Where: Everywhere around "campus"
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Just an open log for the event

For this it might be best to put the day/approximate time so other players can tag knowing when what's happening where.That aside, go for what you know. Feel free to post different threads for the same character at different points of the week too.

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[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

He didn't mind the smoking. He did it himself, just not as regularly. Or vhile he was watching his little lab rats eat. He might miss something entertaining.

"I am still trying to find out vhat combination exactly zhat one had eaten." the RED said, chuckling lightly. He really didn't care for Sniper having to clean up the entire mess. That was the BLUs job after all.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Whatever it was it turned his insides into sticky mush. Shoulda gotten Pyro t' burn it off th' ceiling instead of tryin' t' clean it up."

He resented Medic for making his job harder than it had to be. But there wasn't a lot he could do about it since he wasn't about to tell the students to not eat the food. If they were stupid enough to keep eating it with all the fatalities that happened around the place, that was their own fault.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

A nod "I analyzed zhe samples. Zhe results vere faszinating, indeed. Only makes you vonder vhy it vas just zhat one."

Medic wouldn't have minded more students to show the same effect. The data from just one vistim didn't really halp him too much after all.

"Any suggestions for vhat I could feed zham tomorrow?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I was busy wonderin' why he ate it at all." He flicked his cigarette into the trash can near him, resisting the urge to stub it out in the pudding. Who knew if that was flammable or not.

"I don't want t' get mixed up in your experiments Doc. You do whatever you want. I'll jus' be over here." Cleaning up Medic's mess.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

"He ate it because it vas on his plate. Zhey truly are zhat simple." he gestured towards the students vaguely before using the same hand to indicate a basket filled with apples and bananas "At least you can trust zhe fruits. Zhe students do not eat zhem anyvay, so it vould be a vaste of time to do anyzhing vizh zhem."

Which was mostly true even. Students really never touched the offered fruit. And Medic rather used the apples to throw them at some misbehaving brats - With frightening well aim.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Fer being a school you'd think at least a few 'f them would be smart enough t' realize what was going on." He still didn't understand why Medic would even want to experiment on the kids, but he wasn't going to stop him.

"Course they don't. They're kids. Did you eat apples when you were that age?"

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Medic merely shrugged. They didn't notice a thing and he wasn't going to complain. Made his job at least a tad bit more entertaining.

At Sniper's question, however, the German raised a critical brow "Of course I did! At least vhen zhey had season und zhe prizes vere not simply ridiculous. No one vould pay zwanzig Pfennige für einen Apfel!" and he would just glare for a while, unaware of just having dropped their shared language in a tiny rage about apples.

But this old man liked his fruits. And he's always liked them. Even as a child. But those were different times, and Sniper may want to keep that in mind.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper, of course, was taking for granted the fact that Granny Smith apple trees were practically all over the place where he grew up. He could go the rest of his life without ever eating one of those again. Or strawberries. Or vegimite, or any of that stuff he ate as a kid that he wants to pretend doesn't exist anymore.

"No one would what?"

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

All Sniper would get for asking was another glare. Medic had grown so used to both languages by now that he hardly could even tell when he was using which anymore. But his attention got drawn away from the BLU and back towards one of the students again. He lifted a gloved hand to point across the cafeteria "Zhat one. Zhat one looks good."

There were no truly visible signs of anything yet. At least not unless you knew what to look for. Like those barely noticable spasms.

"I zhink you vill haff your fun vizh zhat one."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"This gonna be another situation where I 'ave t' burn my clothes afterwards?" He followed Medic's finger to the student in question, but didn't notice anything wrong with them.

He grimaced and mentally went over the contents of his cart, hoping he had remembered that bag of extra-heavy trash bags in case he needed to pick up body parts.