#derangedphysician

bangbangkopfschuss said: [[IT’s RAININ’ MEN]

derangedphysician said: [[ ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ ]]

[[ i’ve missed something important obviously ]]

Old notices now removed, there is the latest update from Mountain Lab now freshly placed on each board. It's perfectly placed, not angled or anything, but precise and sharp. 

WEATHER UPDATES AND STAFF CHANGES; ALL STAFF: SEPTEMBER We would like to notify you all of the change in staff members for this month, the weather and the stock changes. If there are any issues, please contact your head of command whom should notify us of any issues. Thank you.

It's time to bid farewell to two members of RED due to inactivity. So, to Mr. Schnexxxx, we bid a farewell this season. We both wish you the best of luck in finding new jobs as good as this one--not a mention a place to sleep. That is, if you're still alive. Probably. Do feel free to submit your application again if you are actually alive. On the other hand, Miss Leigxxxx has now been correctly moved to BLU (as we no longer have need for an auto-balanced BLU over on RED now...) so please, don't get her confused nor shout at her for the shirt she will be wearing this weekend--as it is in fact, correct and she is BLU.

The weather for the remainder of this month seems to be rather spotty, rain is prone to happening as we near the October months, so do be careful around the water areas since there has been notices of flood warnings (should the rain get too much). Battle hours will shift according to the weather, and for the new season they will now be from 9 A.M to 4 P.M. Please note some may even take place during the nights. We shall keep you updated on the weathers progress next month, as October seems to have some shifty showers going on.

Lastly, the monthly shipment has arrived today, also, so anyone who happened to order around three boxes of dressings: they're here and you'd better fetch them because they're coming out of our budget. Would you also take it upon yourselves to watch your backs while collecting the shipments... there's been something odd about the system this year, we aren't too sure but be sure to--

For some reason, unknown to both administrators and general staff alike, the message seems to be unfinished. It cuts off there and instead of any form of logical sentence structure, there seems to be an odd bit of code...

[ ¡PRINT ERROR! ]     Unknown? Print code [ SE-X⌚ ]

         ERROR, RETRYING.             Print code [ S⌚-⌚⌚ ]

                ERROR, NO CODE EXISTS. PLEASE CONTACT ADMIN.

The reason for this 'error' seems to not have been specified. It seems to have been placed there as if for... a warning.

How exactly to approach this was another matter altogether. Pacing the battlefield incessantly for his opponent, somebody he considered a friend, his weapon of choice remained clipped to his belt for now.

This shouldn't be too hard. Medics were a class he'd fought countless times before, although this was a battle he had no means of running from. That fact alone was jarring. 

Sharp eyes shift over papers and files, a finger flicks the on switch and microphone is blown into and cleared of dust. Thursday... she could never get the hang of Thursdays--probably because it was a day before battles, or more because one day she would relate to Arthur Dent in 1979. But that day had yet to come, for today was announcement day and there had to be several staff changes.

Clearing her throat, the feed finally had a voice to ring through it and she was not about to be short about this either... "Hello, Thursday, you all know what that means: Announcements." Her eyes dodged over the paper, leg twitching as he toes curled around the seat of her chair. "I'd like to welcome BDE-811720 or Mr. Oskar Ritterliche to BLU. He will be our first member of the defense class and thus the head of such. I'd like you all to be kind to him--that goes for you, Grass and Butcher--and welcome him here."

The feed doesn't cut, but her recording stops as he labels, files and sets in a new tape, leaving the microphone in silence with a few scuffles here and there, until she returns. Slowly sitting down, Mia repositions herself before continuing, a new file in her hands.

"That's... not it though. Um, in order for us to take more in, we have to let someone go; I'm sorry to say it, but Mr. Schneider will be leaving us to join RED. Due to the income of medics and the lack of such on their side, you will be joining them today, without further argument. I expect your ass out of here by midnight, either that or I kick your ass out. Your move." Saying no more, recording stops, as does the feed. That's it... it's done. How she can wait to see her own medic on the battlefield tomorrow.

Send me a symbol…

♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures

Getting in fights. This sounds weird, but the chick actually really likes to deal damage and take it. Fist fights, generally. That’s probably the only reason why she became so enamored with Dale, considering how they met.

Strange bitch.

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

The girl wants to play an instrument that isn’t the fucking piano. If you catch her completely on her own you will see her pretending to play a saxophone while singing. She’s a pretty good singer, but that doesn’t matter as she will also probably run away and not speak to you for a while.

♟ for something my muse admires

It's Munday! Go on ask questions about the Mun and Muse will answer...

"Believe it or not for the longest time she’s hated writing. Not just dislike—hate. It wasn’t until after her last year of college that she started to writing anything remotely creative. It’s hinted in her "mun" page of this blog. Anyway, back to the original question:

Her favorite, and most infuriating, thing about writing is the challenge. It pushes her to think creatively when for several years all the writing she’s done is research papers. One such paper was a sociological paper that was nearly 30 pages long (waaay back in the blog you can find that “fun” experience).