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i am relieved that more people have become aware of pissratee / justthescout / leffee / jellee-sandwich and their actions. however. i must admit that it annoys me that it has taken this long for some users to finally cut ties.
for the record. i am not blaming any minors who were unfortunate enough to cross justthescouts path. given their harassment of minors i fully understand that attempting to cut ties might have been scary. i am sorry that you had to be afraid in what is meant to be a fun space. i hope that the rest of your time in the tf2 roleplay communify is safe. it is what every minor online deserves. safety.
as for the adults who remained by leffees side for this long?
you saw the harassment towards antiproshippers. you saw them defending AO3 and their decision to host rpf of real minors. you saw the harassment exit tumblr and enter another program. you saw their friendship with another user who had treated a minor inappropriately.
and you only cut ties now that justthescout sent a rp starter that suggests romantic interest to a minor?
the actions preceding this were not enough to cut ties? despite the fact that multiple minors were harassed and acted inappropriately towards even before this?
shame on you. and a larger shame for those who are still associating with justthescout even after the recent event. please do better in the future. i cannot change your stance on ship discourse and i will not try. but leffees treatment of minors over the past months is not discourse. it is an urgent matter.
do better for the children and teenagers in the tf2 fandom.
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"I've no idea, Spy," the Texan engineer of the team had introduced himself as Dell Conagher as he unrolled a schematic on the large table. Helmet and goggles removed, he now studied the blueprints with a furrowed brow. "I'd need to access both devices to figure out what happened; all's I can say for certain is we ain't in Kansas anymore."
Spy - the slender, well-dressed French man who had followed the terrifying German medic out of the teleporter - pulled a slim case from an inside pocket and flipped it open. "Soldier, Sniper, and Miss Pauling were all that remained. Perhaps we could send Scout to investigate the entry point, assuming it has not been tampered with."
"If it was as dire as you say, I doubt the robots would've left it untouched," Conagher shook his head, straightening up to look at Antonia and Jeremy. "And if it's really been fifty-two years, I doubt it'll be in any kind of condition for assessin'. Assumin' you kids ain't playin' some prank."
"These compounds were largely abandoned around 1972," Antonia glanced at Jeremy as she spoke, nodding slowly. He used to tease her for being such a local history nerd, but… well, it was annoyingly useful right now. "And then TF Industries fell apart in 1973. This stuff's all owned by Mann Co, but nobody's done anything with it in decades."
The Spy had slipped a cigarette from the case and was now lighting it; Jeremy was half-tempted to ask him not to, but he'd already seen the man handling a butterfly knife with expertise that made Jeremy nervous. The sting in his arm was enough of a reminder that they weren't exactly safe with these strangers, even if they seemed friendly.
"D'ya think Saxton Hale's still alive?" Scout asked, reappearing from one of the other rooms he was checking out. "Nothin' in there, just fifty years-a dust and grime. And we got no food, neither."
"Food is not problem," Heavy told them, sitting at the other table in the room. "We hunt."
"Only thing you'll find 'round here are coyotes," Jeremy told him, though the way the giant's icy blue eyes settled on him made him want to shrivel in his seat - he kept forgetting how imposing the man seemed.
"We will hunt many coyote. To feed many men."
"Found 'em!"
The Scottish man who'd introduced himself as Tavish stepped into the room, shepherding Jordan and Amber ahead of him. Jeremy grinned as he saw the red mark on his cousin's neck, but the other two freshman stopped dead as they saw his cut sleeve and the clean, white bandaging around his bicep. The terrifying German Medic had proclaimed it was only a pair of grazes, but his smile was anything but reassuring.
"What happened?" Jordan asked, eyes wide as he crossed to Jeremy, grabbing his arm. "Your dad's gonna kill you!"
"Not if Amber's dad gets to us first," Antonia told him.
"Our other guests, I presume?" Conagher looked between the two newcomers, offering a friendly smile. "Have a seat, we'll figure things out for you lot in a sec."
"I'd rather not," Amber snapped, stepping back from the table as she folded her arms. "You can't legally keep us here, you have to let us go."
"We're not keepin' ya here by choice," Conagher told her. "Phone lines don't work, and I doubt anythin' in the garage'll run after this long, so you're here 'til your pickup comes at dawn," he glanced at Jeremy, who had offered that bit of information. Amber looked mutinous as she glanced around the room.
"You have to let us go - the law says—"
"Where would ye go, lass?" Tavish asked, setting his grenade launcher on the other table. "Town's a twenty-five mile hike, and I doubt the coyotes would leave ye be for long."
"We do not wish for children to be here as much as you do not wish to be here," Spy added, ashing his cigarette into a small ceramic tray that had appeared on the table while Jeremy wasn't looking. "Your continued presence is not by any sensible choice - but coming here in the first place was your mistake."
"This place has been abandoned for years," Jordan spoke up, though Jeremy kicked him under the table - he couldn't stop Amber from being, well, Amber, but he could try to stop his cousin stumbling into the same trouble. "Ow— what, Jer?"
"My dad's the Sheriff, so if you don't follow the law then you're in big trouble," Amber snapped. Jeremy wished she'd stop arguing - it wasn't like there was anywhere they could go, and he already checked - their phones didn't get signal out here. A tight band felt like it was crushing Jeremy's ribs as he tried to keep his breaths steady, tried to will away the rising anxiety, but the sting in his arm was like a reminder of just what these men could do without even trying.
He didn't want to see what they might do if they actually got angry.
"The law says you have to let us go, you can't force us to stay."
"You kids were trespassin' on private property," Conagher reminded her, "I don't think you've got much of a leg to stand on when it comes to the law, missy."
"My dad will put you all in jail—"
"Amber, knock it off," Antonia snapped at her, grabbing Amber's arm and yanking her over the the empty seat between her and Jordan. "Getting into a fight isn't gonna help anyone."
"I'm not staying here with these creepy old men!" Amber wrenched her arm free of Antonia's grip as she scowled at Spy. "And it's illegal to smoke indoors, especially when minors are—"
A loud BOOM sounded nearby, making all four of the teenagers jump. Jeremy looked at Antonia with wide eyes as Jordan stared around.
"Tha'll be Soldier," Tavish picked up his grenade launcher with a heavy sigh. "I'll go get 'im."
"Do a sweep o' the perimeter while you're at it," Conagher told him, though he glanced at the four teenagers. "I don't think he'd take so kindly to this lot; best keep him away."
"Oh great, so you've got people you willingly admit would want to hurt us?"
"Oh my god, Amber, shut up!" Jeremy snapped, that band around his chest almost too tight to breathe. "Grow some fucking brains, we're not dealing with normal right now!"
"Hey you don't talk to her like that—" Jordan snapped, but Jeremy recoiled as a massive figure moved behind Amber.
"What— no! Let me go!" Amber shrieked as Heavy, the giant Russian who had been sitting at the other table mostly quietly, grabbed her shoulders and forced her into the empty seat. Amber tried to squirm and wriggle out of his grip as he pushed her down onto the chair.
"Little girl will be quiet now," he told her.
"You can't do this! I'm calling the cops! Let go of me!"
"Get off her!" Jordan was halfway out of his seat but Spy moved, grabbing his arm and pushing him back into the seat. "Hey— you can't manhandle us—"
A deafening gunshot went off and Jeremy flinched, whipping around to see Conagher had his shotgun out, pointed at the ceiling.
"Spy, Heavy, get yer hands off the kids," he snapped. Spy shot him a filthy look, but Heavy retreated quickly, standing a couple steps back. "Now, I don't know how the law's changed in the last fifty years, but we are in a situation." Turning his attention to Amber, he inclined his head. "I get that you don't feel safe here, but you need to handle that yourself - lashin' out at us ain't gonna help anybody. You," he looked at Jordan, who wrenched his arm from Spy's grip, "Listen when yer friend tells ya somethin' ain't right."
"Maybe you should have read a textbook in the last fifty years," Amber muttered, earning her a kick from Antonia.
"I'd've loved to, but since we came here direct from 1972, I didn't get a choice," Conagher set the shotgun down, leaning it against the table. Jordan and Amber stared at him as he looked around the room. "We are handlin' this blind, and I don't like it either, but we are all we got right now. So you can sit down and talk quietly amongst yerselves, or you can sit there in silence while we try to work out what the hell we're doin' next."
Jeremy glanced back at Jordan, who was still staring at Conagher. Nudging him, Jeremy caught his cousin's attention as he dug the photos out of his pocket.
"What do you mean you "came direct from 1972"?" Amber asked, though her voice sounded a little more… cautious than before. "That's…"
"Not supposed to possible, I know," Conagher told her. "That's what we're tryin' to figure out."
Amber looked from him to Antonia, then Jeremy - they both nodded, as if confirming the Texan's claim. Sitting back in her chair, Amber fell blessedly silent, staring at the table in front of her as Jordan continued to stare at the two men in front of him.
"We makin' kidnapping a habit, now?"
Spy grumbled, ashing his cigarette as another stranger stepped out of one of the doorways. Two-tone sunglasses hid his eyes, and he unslung a rifle from his shoulder as he eyed the four teenagers, dropping the weapon on the table. "Where'd they come from?"
Was that…? Jeremy stared at the man - was he Australian?
"They were already here," Spy told him, sighing heavily as he ran a hand over his face. "Let us dispense with pleasantries. The year is 2024; the teleporter was faulty and has apparently sent us fifty-two years into the future - to a time when children," he glanced at the quartet of freshmen with obvious disgust, "Roam warzones for entertainment."
The newcomer stared at Spy as Amber scoffed.
"You're sure?"
Conagher glanced at Jeremy. "Still got them photos?"
He nodded, pulling them from his pocket, though he couldn't stop staring at the newcomer. Australians had become isolationists over thirty years ago; aside from some trade partnerships, they'd shut their borders in the nineties, citing concerns over resource wars. Very occasionally an Australian might show up outside the country, but for the most part they were as rare as sense in a preschool.
He slid the old polaroids across the table and the man nodded, tipping his unusual hat in Jeremy's direction. Antonia was saying something quietly to Amber who scoffed again, shaking her head.
"These are… old," the man stated, looking up at Conagher and Spy, Conagher nodding at him. He swore, looking to the teenagers again as he looked at another of the pictures. "And you lot, you're local?"
"We're from Teufort, yeah," Jeremy nodded. He didn't make a move to collect the photos, since he guessed they might be needed to prove the situation again. "Um, I'm Jeremy, this is my cousin, Jordan. That's Antonia," he nodded to the other girl, "And Amber's the loudmouth."
"Don't give them our names, you idiot—!" Amber snapped, but it broke off in a sharp cough as she shook her head.
"Yo, I heard my name?" Scout appeared, popping his head around one of the doorways leading off to another room and grinning as he spotted the Australian. "Hey, Snipes! Ya made it!"
"Yeah, apparently," "Snipes" was still staring at the photos, and adjusted his hat. It was like a cowboy hat, but one side of the brim was pinned to the top part - Jeremy vaguely recalled something in a history textbook about Australian military wearing them. "Who else is here?"
"Far as we know, all of us mercs," Conagher stated, as Jordan nudged Jeremy in the ribs. Jeremy ignored him, watching the men as Scout stepped out of the room to join them. "Scout, me, Spy, Heavy," he gestured to the large Russian who had returned to his seat. "You, now. Pyro, Demo and Soldier are checking the perimeter. Medic's in his lab," he added. "Why? Should we be expectin' anyone else?"
"Pauling should've arrived," Snipes told them, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with his shirt. "We sent her first, right after Spy. Then I followed her and Soldier went last. Here, kid," he slid the polaroids back across the table to Jeremy, and Jordan picked one up.
"Soldier arrived before you," Conagher noted, as Scout snapped his fingers.
"Yeah, but Medic showed up before Pyro, and Pyro was meant to come after Heavy, remember?"
"So this means the teleporter was compromised," Spy ashed his cigarette in the tray again, and Jordan jabbed Jeremy in the ribs sharply again.
"What?" Jeremy snapped, looking at his cousin. Jordan slid one of the photos to him, tapping it - it was the same one he and Antonia found upstairs, the one with Heavy and Scout.
"Tell me I'm not going crazy," Jordan hissed, as the men kept talking. "That's Uncle Jeremy and Uncle Misha, right?"
The knot that had been starting to form in Jeremy's gut when he'd first seen the photo returned with a vengeance. If Antonia was a local history buff, Jordan was the family history buff - he knew all the stories, all the relations, he even knew about all their Amish cousins up in Pennsylvania. Jeremy had planned to show him the photos, compare them to the ones Jordan had on his phone, but he didn't need to prompt his cousin now - Jordan was already digging out his phone.
"That's what Jeremy said," Antonia told them, "That one of those guys looked like someone from your family,"
Jordan was flicking through his photo reel, and stopped at a specific date, pulling up a photo he'd taken of another, much older photograph and holding the polaroid next to it.
"Holy shit," he breathed, as Jeremy looked up at the figure now standing over Jordan.
"You have this picture. Why?"
Jordan whipped around in his seat so fast he almost overbalanced, yelping as he realised how close Heavy had moved. Jeremy sensed all eyes on them as Jordan scrambled out of his seat, backing up, staring wide-eyed at Heavy.
"You— you're—" he stumbled over his words as Scout moved.
"Hey, easy," Scout looked at Heavy, catching Jordan as he tripped. "What's goin' on here?"
Heavy's eyes were narrowed at Jordan as he picked up the teenager's phone, holding it up. "Why do you have this picture?"
Jeremy could only barely see it from this angle, but it looked like a family photo from… ages ago. Three women all posing with one massive, bear-like figure.
One Heavy-like figure.
Jordan's eyes were wide as he stared at the Russian looming over him, and Jeremy was pretty sure that his cousin might be shitting himself right now. But of course, Jordan didn't let into that - he chose to dig his hole deeper.
"You're Mikhail Kolvec?"
Antonia and Amber were both staring, and as Jordan asked, everyone else turned to stare at him, too. The tight band that had eased off with Amber's silence had returned with the knot, and he shot a nervous glance at Antonia - not that she could do anything, of course.
"How do you know this name?" Heavy started forward, but Scout - literally half the guy's size, if that - stepped between him and Jordan as others moved.
"Hey - hey, Heavy, he's just a kid," Scout told him, "He ain't a threat, okay?"
"He has picture of my sisters," Heavy's voice had dropped to a growl as his icy glare settled on Jordan. "Where did you get this?"
"The blonde lady in the middle," Jordan spoke quickly and breathlessly, backing up with his hands raised. "Yana - she's my grandmother."
Silence fell between them as others in the room shifted, and awkward, uncertain glances were shared among the adults. Jeremy shot Antonia another look, but she was staring wide-eyed at Jordan and Heavy.
"Yana is twenty-six," Heavy growled again, the sound lowering; Jeremy realised his own breaths were short, uneven, like he was as scared as Jordan, and he could hear his heart thumping as Heavy took another step towards Jordan. "She has no husband, no children."
Conagher cleared his throat, the sound almost uncomfortable as he rubbed the balding patch on top of his head. "Heavy... It's been fifty-two years. Your sister would be in her seventies by now."
"That is more than enough time for two generations to pass," Snipes added, nodding slowly as he took his hat off. "Mates, think about it. It's been fifty-two years. The world moved on - our families moved on."
"Yana would not marry an American," Heavy growled again. "She lives in Russia."
Jeremy looked to Antonia, whose gaze shifted to him. She probably knew everything about the Kolvec family as well, since they were such a major part of Teufort's history. She shook her head, and he realised she was shaking. She was too scared to get involved - but Jordan looked like he was freezing up, too.
"Yana Kolvec moved here with her sisters," he spoke up, his own voice wavering. "They started out looking for their lost brother, Mikhail. I'm not..." he faltered as five sets of eyes turned to him. "I'm not a big history or family buff, but Yana Kolvec was the Sheriff until she retired in 2016."
"She trained up my dad to take over," Amber added. "She married this English guy, William Lewis. They have two kids, Richard and Mikaela, and Richard's his dad," she nodded at Jordan, staring around at the group. "Wait, you're... you're really from 1972?"
"That's what we've been trying to tell you," Antonia told her. "These are the guys that went missing around that time."
Heavy looked down at the device in his hand, dwarfed by his size. Jeremy looked from the Russian to Jordan, before doing a double-take - he hadn't noticed it before, but he hadn't really been looking. Aunt Yana had always said Jordan had "Misha's eyes", that same icy blue gaze that she and Aunt Bronislava remembered from their brother; looking between the pair, Jeremy could see it now, too.
"Yana is your grandmother," he stated, looking back to Jordan.
Jordan nodded, head bobbing faster than one of those dashboard toys as he gestured to himself and Jeremy. "And Bronislava and Zhanna are our great-aunts."
Heavy looked down at the phone again, taking a deep breath before setting the phone on the table.
"You are… my nephews?" Heavy looked from Jordan to Jeremy. Jordan nodded again, though Jeremy opened his mouth to protest - technically he wasn't—
"SCOUT! YOU SHOT MY NEPHEW!"
"Aw crap—"
Jeremy had never seen a human move so fast, Scout almost disappearing with how quickly he fled the room - Heavy charging after him with another war cry.
"Don't kill him; we ain't checked respawn yet!" Conagher shouted after the pair. He sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to Spy and the four teenagers. "I'm guessin' Heavy ain't your only relative here," he noted, as Jordan cautiously returned to his seat. Jeremy glanced at him as his cousin shook his head.
"I think…" he hesitated, looking at Jeremy who shrugged. "I think that Scout guy is our other long-lost uncle."
"Merde," Spy muttered, ashing his cigarette again.
Another loud BOOM sounded from somewhere outside, and Conagher swore.
"If those idiots kill 'emselves, I swear…"
"Not much we can do about it," Snipes looked at the four teenagers. "What about this lot?"
"Can't get rid of us, and we can't call someone to come get us," Antonia summarised. "We have a friend picking us up around dawn."
"Yeah, but ya can't stay here 'til then," Snipes told her. "Even in our day, this place wasn't 'xactly safe. If it's been left to rot for fifty years, no tellin' what's wrong with it."
"Are you Australian?" Jeremy asked, his tongue taking over once again as he mentally cursed himself. The man looked at him, clear blue eyes studying him carefully.
"What's it to ya?"
"Australians rarely leave the country now," he explained. "Australia went isolationist back in the nineties. It's just… rare, I guess."
"We have more pressing matters to deal with—"
Spy's comment was cut off as Scout skidded into the room from another doorway, grabbing Conagher and pulling him in between Scout and the door.
"Engie, ya gotta back me up! If I knew it was kids—"
"Damn it, Scout—"
Jeremy was out of his chair, moving before he even thought about what he was doing, and threw up his hands the the floor trembled with approaching footfalls.
"I'm okay!" he shouted as Heavy thundered into the room, "Look! I'm not hurt, it's just a scratch!"
Heavy skidded to a stop right in front of Jeremy, who for one heart-stopping second thought Heavy was going to crash into him - but, no, the Russian stopped with barely a foot to spare.
Heavy didn't seem to hear him, instead grabbing Jeremy's shoulder and spinning him around to face Scout.
"Apologise," he snarled.
"I already did!"
"He did," Jeremy spoke up, glancing back at Heavy. "It's okay, I'll be fine. Just don't..." he looked over at Jordan, who was staring with a stricken look. "Don't hurt him. We're his nephews, too."
Heavy's fingers flexed again and he turned Jeremy around to face him, scowling. "He is your uncle also?"
Jeremy nodded, glancing back at Scout. Conagher had stepped aside, and Scout was staring at him. "I'm... um..." Well, this is weird. "Luke Willis is my dad."
Heavy's brows had knitted together as Jeremy looked up at him again, and his hand dropped from Jeremy's shoulder as he stepped back. Once again, all eyes were on him.
"Little Lukey?" Scout asked, "Josh's kid?"
Jeremy nodded, that knot twisting in the pit of his stomach.
"Tell 'im your name," Jordan told him. Jeremy glanced at him as Spy crushed the butt of his cigarette into the ash tray.
"It is Jeremy, no?" he asked. Scout glanced at him, then back to Jeremy as he nodded.
"Jeremy Willis the Second," he stated. "I was... named after my dad's uncle. Who went missing near Teufort in 1972."
Once again, silence fell over the room for a few moments. The longer he looked at Scout, though, the more similarities Jeremy was noticing - Uncle Jacob's jawline, his grandfather's cheekbones. And the blue eyes - he was always told how the first Jeremy was the only person in the family with blue eyes.
"Well, shit," Snipes shook his head, looking down at the table. "I guess yer an uncle, Scout."
"Is my Ma okay?"
Jeremy stared at the man - perhaps the biggest family tie revelation he was going to have to face, and the first thing he asked was about his mother? "Y-yeah, she's in hospice but we see her a couple times a week."
"Hospice?"
"She's over a hundred, dude," Jordan chimed in. "She's doing great for it, but... well, she's not exactly young anymore."
"Respawn's workin'!" Tavish's voice called from the long hallway that led back to the fortified farmhouse. "Soldier misjudged a rocket jump, broke 'is neck. 'E's come out alrigh' tho," he added as he returned to the room, eyeing the group. "Aye, wha's goin' on 'ere?"
"Scout and Heavy are both uncles," Spy remarked, waving a hand as Heavy nudged Jeremy towards his seat. "Scout happens to have shot one of his nephews."
"We have a lot of catching-up to do," Conagher sighed as he looked down at the schematics, shaking his head. "You said respawn's workin'?"
"Aye, Soldier seems well enough," Tavish shrugged as he pulled a flask out of his vest and took a swig. "There was a faint burnin' smell about it, but it looked all in order. Cards are still in place, too."
"Respawn's a video game thing, right?" Amber asked quietly, leaning towards Jeremy and Jordan. Jeremy was glad that she'd decided to shut up and just let things go, at least for now - he knew the second the men tried to relocate them, she might become insufferable again.
"Yeah, it's basically when the player character reappears after dying," Jordan told her, frowning as the men kept talking about this "respawn". "I don't... that can't be what they're talking about though, right?"
"Alright, nobody go dyin' until I can get a better look at it," Conagher announced to the room at large. "Sounds like there might be some wires crossed - the last thing we need is dupes runnin' round that ain't all there."
"I disappear for two hours and everything goes to hell,"
Everyone turned at the woman's voice, some of the men exclaiming in shock. Loose strands of dark hair hung over her forehead, and her purple skirt-suit might have looked neat under any other circumstances, but it was torn in places and stained with what looked like oil and... that couldn't be blood, right? Antonia gasped as she sagged against the doorframe, and she peered at the four teenagers from behind crooked glasses.
"What are kids—?"
She didn't get to finish the thought, her eyes unfocusing as she blinked at them, before rolling back as her legs buckled. Scout was already there, catching her as she fell and sweeping her up into a princess carry as he looked back. Spy was also moving.
"Medic," Spy told him. Scout nodded, not even sparing a glance for the rest of the room before charging off down the same long hallway the woman had emerged from.
"I guess that's everyone accounted for," Snipes remarked, looking back at the schematic on the table. Glancing up, he must have seen the expression Conagher was wearing. "Don't worry, Dell - she's knackered, she'll be 'right with a bit of rest."
"Let's hope so," Conagher nodded, glancing at Demo. "How much do you know 'bout cars?"
"Scout's the one wit' auto charges, not me," Demo told them, glancing at the teenagers. "What 'bout ye lot?"
"We got a lotta time 'til dawn," Conagher told him, looking to the quartet, "And a lotta history to catch up on. Sniper," he looked at the Australian, "Can you set up a room for 'em to rest? But if any of y'all ain't feelin' tired," he added as Jordan opened his mouth to protest, "I think we could do with a breakdown of what we've missed in the last fifty-odd years."
why did justthescout, who is 24, send this ask to a minor?
all of these adults in the tf2 roleplay community. but they chose to send that to a teenager? at best, that is irresponsible, assuming justtthescout did not check for this minor's age.
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