Packages from home (Kind of) [Open: Warning for language]

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout had been rather secretive after the mission, ditching the second meet and greet (who cared about those jerks anyway) to head straight to the crew lounge. It was empty, which was actually great for him. After all, he wanted a bit of quality alone time with some of the "souvenirs" he brought back from that Earth.

He pulled out a white bag, practically dripping with grease now, but -oh God- did it smell good. Scout inhaled deeply, savoring the scent before gently pulling out a taco, hastily wrapped up in some thin paper. Sure it'd probably take a couple years off his life by eating it, but what what was he gonna do with those anyway?

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[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Diana had been wandering about for some time, exploring what she could find of Stacy, finding everything from gardens to really suspicious bathrooms. But it wasn't necessary exploration which brought her to the observation deck. She liked the place in general but there was a strangely familiar scent which had caught her attention.

A man there, someone she'd not met yet. "Hello there."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout was in the process of carefully unwrapping his precious his meal when she enters the scene. He raised an eyebrow at her, "Whatdya want?"

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow at him. That was a rather rude way to greet someone. "I hadn't expected anyone to be here," she replied. "I come here every so often to think." And to gaze at the large art. Perhaps it was her distant Greek roots which caused her to marvel at the wonder of art. Perhaps that was just her.

Diana offered him a genuine smile. She was friendly.

"What do you have there?" she added curiously. "It doesn't smell like the slop." Sadly, Diana was not well versed in human food.

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout's chief qualities consisted of being a jerk and... being more of a jerk. He wasn't actually so concerned with Diana's reason for being there unless it was going to directly affect him or his alone time with his food.

Scout feared she might ask him to share. He pushed the bag slightly behind him, "Nothin' much."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

Diana could have been aggressive in return, tying him up in her Lasso of Truth, just to get an answer about a taco, but that was a bit too aggressive for the situation. She did prefer diplomacy over violence (or whatever term one may use for tying someone up with a glowing golden lasso). And right now, she was simply attempting to strike up a conversation with a stranger, and said stranger was making it incredibly difficult.

"It sure smells good for nothing much," Diana said with a smile. "I'm Diana of Themyscira. I haven't been here that long. Nice to meet you." No reason to be rude, yet.

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Scout, kind of a big deal," To him, this was a perfectly acceptable way of introducing himself. "And it's really nothing you'd be interested in. Really."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"I see." Interesting fellow, rather arrogant and stingy, but at least he wasn't bigoted and stared. "How long have you been here, Scout?" came the usual question. It seemed to be a good means of starting a conversation. Usually.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

Well, Tony was just passing through, but a familiar aroma caught his attention. He paused and stared at the Scout for a moment (and, more importantly, the food in his possession).

"Dude," he said, slightly in awe, "is that a taco?"

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"...maybe." What, you expect him to share?

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"...man, I can't believe I missed out on getting real tacos," Tony sighs, "...note to self, next time we're goin' on an Earth mission, get tacos."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"It totally made all the shit we had to go through worth it," it was God damn cold down there.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"Dude, real food in general makes up for a lotta bad shit in my own personal experience," Tony replies. This from the guy who routinely has to dumpster dive back home to avoid starving.

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout may not have had to dumpster dived for food back home, but trying to beat seven older brothers to the dinner table is its own challenge most days.

"Hell yeah it does," isn't bonding over food great?

[whyarewehere]

Grif was just coming in here to look for anything resembling cake. GLaDOS took him, and she sure as heck didn't keep her promises.

So now he has a serious hankering for something unhealthy.

He smells something, however. Smoke-addled helmet filters and everything.

"Dude."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

He was abouuuut to take a bite when he sees Grif. He should share... but these are his tacos! But Grif is also his bud. But tacos! So conflicted.

[whyarewehere]

"...You wouldn't be holding out food on me, would you Scout?"

Aww look at him, he's so hopeful!

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

God damn you, Grif! He can't resist his "RED" buddy. They bonded.

He reluctantly holds out the bag, "Tacos."

[whyarewehere]

"...Can I have one?"

Can he? Please? Please please please?

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"Just take one," he flinches. Sharing is hard.

[dummkopf-fest.livejournal.com]

Medic had been trying to find his way around the ship and mostly succeeded in either getting himself lost or going in frustrating circles. An odd (and disgusting) scent filled his nostrils as he neared the lounge. He peered in the doorway and nearly fell down from the surprise of not only seeing an enemy, but the Scout.

"...Herr Scout," came his voice, dripping with malice.

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout wasn't the sharpest tool in the box most of the time. With the plantsuits, it ain't exactly easy to tell this Medic from his Medic. It didn't help that Scout attributed any ill will to the Medic not being the most pleasant guy on the team.

"Yo Doc," he shot back. His cockiness implied that even if it was a BLU, he ain't afraid of no doctor. What's he gonna do to him? Scout thinks he's untouchable.

[dummkopf-fest.livejournal.com]

To be fair, Scout was obnoxious no matter what team he was on and Medic would admit to have a short temper. He shifted where he stood, a vicious smirk on his face.

"Und here I zhought zhat ze var vould not follow me."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"Follow you?" Is Medic jokin' or somethin'? "You say that like I wanna be on this God damn ship."

[dummkopf-fest.livejournal.com]

"By 'follow me', I meant zhat you are here at all. I never said anyzing about 'vanting' to be here."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"You're a little backwards there. I was here first."