Tucker did it.

This place was exactly like Blood Gulch. It was Blood Gulch with significantly more trees, wreckage, and the same fuckwits he was abandoned with before. Well.. Fuckwits minus Church. On the bright side, he could have been on the opposite team. A stereotypical war vet, a nerd, a fatass, and the campest guy to talk the earth since Elton John? No fucking thanks. He’d much rather be yelled at every for skimping on training then be yelled at for wearing odd socks.

Tucker found himself spending more and more time just staring upward, scanning the cliff ridges for anything different. There was only so much time he could spend looking at cliff faces and shoddily built lean-tos.

The cheery tone of a voice that had recently mostly been apathetic and depressed came from the other blue soldier as he approached, helmet tucked under his arm as he chewed on the rest of his lunch.

Caboose had that dopey look about him that had all about disappeared since the catastrophe at their makeshift base, replaced by something melancholy and uncharacteristic of his nature. He was still sad, sure, but after getting into the routine of training the rebel group's soldiers, his mind had drifted elsewhere, effectively distracting him for the time being.

Hands on her hips she leaned her weight on one leg as she looked at the tangled mess known as Caboose. Tex had always enjoyed Christmas. Once it had meant something on the M.O.I. Freelancers getting drunk, laid, or both. 

Caboose obliged to her command, stepping off the ladder just as she approached and began tugging at the chords tangled around him. Any sign of his previous frown had disappeared, replaced with that ever-present, unconscious little smile of his as she helped him out of the tangled mess. He wasn't known to be upset for very long--whether that be due to his apparent lack of negativity or a memory problem was anyone's guess.

"Mistletoe...?" His eyes lit up as he was freed of the lights. "Oh! Yeah!" He quickly stepped out of the mess and went over to the box of remaining christmas lights. There were a few other festive supplies inside, and although he hadn't paid much attention to those, he still had the faint memory of something he was sure was mistletoe.

Today’s joke is….

What’s the most attractive liquid?

You’re avoiding the question.

You know