Keep it blank or share it all.

[red_medic]

Characters: RED Medic and...?
Location: The park
Time: March 15th
Style: prose or action
Status: open

Working with a bubble that displayed all his thoughts had been... Difficult. Not just did it distract the patients he talked to, but also it could get quite... Well. Embarassing. Especially when he got bored. Or... Distracted. Not many patients valued the sight of themselves cut open and mutilated on their doctor's examination table for some reason or another.

That was why Medic had taken to insert more breaks into his work schedule. Breaks he would use to clear his mind and concentrate on keeping himself and his thoughts in check.

Which was hard. Hard enough to make the mercenary twitchy. His mind and thoughts just used to be the one place where he always could live out any idea that came to him without anyone bothering him about it. But now they were all open to everyone.

Reason enough to take the day off and spend it somewhere quiet. Somewhere where he could let his mind wander or just try to keep that annoying bubble as clear as humanly possible. And as Medic sat at the edge of a small lake in the park, the bubble displayed but one thing: Itself.

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[bufudine]

[The thought bubble curse hasn't bothered Serph much. His thoughts are usually calm, and he has very little to hide. As for the one thing he doesn't want known? Well, he doesn't think about it much, so there's no problem with that.

However, he's usually out and about the city, not within buildings, so it's no surprise when he ends up in the park at some point during the day.

Serph would normally just pass by the stranger in the park, but he recognises this one. Different clothing, yes, but the facial features are the same. Serph's bubble ripples to scenes from that fairy tale curse before rippling to calm waters as he approaches, taking care to be within line of sight.]

It has been quite some time. Have you been well?

[red_medic]

[Medic turns his head towards the other man as soon as he catches the approaching notion, confusion visible enough on his face until he notices the thoughts on display for a moment and he blinks as his own bubble responds with brief flashes of the forest, cave, the dragon and the two strange creatures followed by an image of Cielo before settling on the other being that had been there back then. The one that he hasn't been able to place until now.]

You vere in zhe cave. Vizh Cielo... Richtig?

[bufudine]

[Oh. Yes. Sometimes it's easy to forget he had been in a different form during the fairy tale curse. The mark on his face is the same as the one that had been on the creature.

Serph nods. It seems Cielo's already met their companion.]

He is my comrade.

[His bubble ripples to show Cielo, before a streak of orange paint, much like the one on his chest, covers the bubble. It then ripples back to calm waters.]

My name is Serph.

[red_medic]

Ah, ja, I zhink he mentioned you vhen I met him at zhe hospital.

[Medic nods and the bubbles displays his past conversation with the man that he first met in the body of a large peacock.]

He told me about zhe vorld you come from. I... I am zhe Medic. Nize to meet you correctly at last.

[bufudine]

[A ripple flows through Serph's bubble when the Medic mentions Cielo telling him about the Junkyard, but nothing more. He nods in acknowledgement of the Medic's introduction. The Medic sounds more like a title than a name, but Serph isn't about to question it.]

Are you bothered by the curse?

[A lot of people have been, so he'd like to know straight up whether the Medic would prefer it if he pretends not to see what goes on in his bubble.]

[red_medic]

[He glances up towards the floating bubble, then offers a shrug.]

I guess ozhers are more bozhered by it. I personally deem it more distracting zhan anyzhing else. Especially at vork. Ein patient zhat knows axectly vhat zheir doctor zhinks ist... Vell. Hard to handle at times.

[And as if on clue, a collection of shocked to utterly disturbed and creeped-out faces flash through the bubble.]

[rougerogue]

This curse is terribly pesky. Fortunately, Spy is rather good at keeping his mind clear. On top of this, he's particularly good at clouding more suspicious thoughts with ones that are far more pleasant. He would rather be known as a lech and a pervert than a suspicious sort. The mask does enough of that for him. As such, it's bright and flicks through things that go between carefree and something alluring.

He's been keeping an eye on both of his team mates, out of concern and in the hopes that it will help him adjust to this place. It isn't difficult for him to track down Medic, so he seeks him out. He's just too curious about what he might see in that bubble.

"Bonjour, doctor!" He exclaims, waving a hand airily at him as he strolls up behind him. "'ow are you today, mon ami?"

[red_medic]

Medic was probably lucky that Spy announced his presence in time or the healer just might have jumped right into the lake out of surprise. But since he was spared the fate of drenching himself from head to toe, the German merely turned, a single brow raising at the sight of the approaching figure. Surprisingly enough, the two REDs haven't met in person yet.

He got up from where he was sitting, his own bubble displaying snippets from what clearly must have been an argument with the Spy from his base back home, but soon enough went back to be clear and collected. This wasn't the Spy he used to work with after all.

"Guten Tag." he greeted the other mercenary with a brief nod "Now, I can not complain, but... Vhat brings you hier, Herr Spy?"

[rougerogue]

Spy takes all the secret joy he can from sneaking up on people. He was intending on observing, but manners got in the way.

He practically beams at the other as he holds his hand out for a shake. "Business, as usual."

Which is his way of saying he was snooping.

[red_medic]

"Business." Medic repeated the other's words, but accepted the offered hand anyway "I sort of haff my doubt zhat means you haff taken up private investigations as your current occupation hier."

It wasn't too hard to imagine Spy gathering information about his fellow REDs after all. Spies in general tended to do that sort of thing.

"So, ist zhere a vay I can assist you vizh zhat business of yours, Herr Kiollege?"

[gun_symphony]

[This curse was a weird one for Rhi'a, she didn't really care what people knew about her since she didn't have anything to hide...but it still was an invasion of her privacy. Not to mention she didn't want to see other's thoughts, since that wasn't right. So she decided instead of simply staying home she decided to go to the park to clear her head...

so you can imagine her surprise when she sees Medic sitting on a park bench. A small smile forms on her face...and is that a blush?

...naw, couldn't be. However, he bubble is producing an image of them hugging, so who knows. She gives him a wave and walks over.]

Ah-hello Medic.

[red_medic]

[As soon as Medic notices Rhi'a, he looks up and just stares in her direction for a moment. An unusually soft smile follows and he raises his hand in a quiet greeting while standing up and walking towards the young woman.

He doesn't pay attention to his own bubble, but there is a clear image of her face in it as the man does not concentrate on keeping it blank anymore.]

Rhi'a.

[It sure has been a while since they last met, so the RED has trouble not showing that he is glad to see her again as he stops right in front of her but somehow manages to not pull her into an embrace right away.]

How haff you been?

[gun_symphony]

[It has been a while. And while Medic doesn't pull her into a hug, she clearly has no qualms with it as she pulls him into a big hug]

I've been fine! How about you?

[red_medic]

[He flinches a little and his own bubble goes blank very abruptly at her approach, but he quickly relaxes and just places his arms around her in return.]

Gut. I...

[He pauses for a moment, then closes his eyes.]

I zhink I made some progress.

[Right, Medic. The perfect moment to bring up your work!]

Late but not dead yet~

[gun_symphony]

[She cuddles up close to him and smiles.]

Oh? Good! Perhaps the project will be done soon.

[A pause...then she adds:]

But...how will you test it?

[lowlands]

[The Netherlands is standing not too far off with a smoke, a similar purpose intended. It's an understatement to say being sneaky with a thought exposing bubble is hard. The park was one of the few places he could clear his mind of the quick flashes of his thoughts which roamed from making a profit to generally rude thoughts.

He's more amused than anything when he catches sight of the bubble within the bubble. While it's nice to know he's not alone with trying to tame down his thoughts, his bubble quickly zips through a handful of scenarios starring Medic, all which would warrant the stranger wanting to repress his thoughts.]

[red_medic]

[Medic almost misses the smell created by the other man's smoking. Almost. But since he notices it, he soon enough turns towards the stranger, blinking at first at who this is and if he knows him already. Then he catches sight of the bubble and pretty much freezes for a moment, his own bubble flashing up for a moment before mimicking some of the images the mercenary caught from the Netherlands.

He grimaces, then uses one hand to mention up towards the other's thoughts.]

Vhat... Vhat are you doing zhere?!

[lowlands]

[The nation raises an eye at that question. After taking a long, slow drag, he blows out a hazy trail of smoke. It's the best he can do to give an answer that isn't more gruff than a bark. What does it look like he's doing?]

Smoking.

[His bubble? Why no, he hadn't realized you meant that. He's trying to pretend it doesn't exist after all.]

[red_medic]

[Medic can't help the slight twitch at that response. Why did he leave his syringe gun at home again? Right. So he doesn't just shoot total strangers because they are iritating. But it shows in his bubble, that he'd rather send a load of sharp needles at that man's face as he hisses back through slightly grit teeth.]

I can see zhat.

[lowlands]

[He doesn't bothering shrugging as he takes another heavy drag, simply holding his head down and closing his eyes as if it isn't a big deal. Dismissively, in other words. If the stranger can see that much, then there's really nothing else to say, is there?

His bubble returns to zipping through various scenarios. His imaginary Medic takes on a form closer to Germany with dark hair and glasses. Must be the accent. On the rims of his bubble is a slight haze impeding on the image, probably the nation's growing irritation.]

[savemegermany]

This curse was hardly a bother for Italy. His mind usually drifted to pasta or some other Italian food or thinking happy thoughts with friends or even a kitty. He was a pretty simple country, at times. He tried not to think of the wars or the people who were mean to him, and only think of good things.

Italy had made lunch, if a huge pile of fresh noodles could be called a 'single' lunch. Sketchpad tucked into a shoulder bag, Italy bounded to the park to find a nice place to eat, only to find the place was already occupied.

He knew better than to sneak up on a mercenary (or even a German for that matter), so he bounded over and leapt on Medic's shoulders with a loud "Hiiiiii~~~~!"

[red_medic]

The mercenary heard the footsteps, but by the time he turned around, Italy had already latched onto him, making the RED jump in surprise "WAS zum--?!" His own carefully kept calm bubble literally exploded into quick flashes of old memories circling around BLU Spies and sometimes even RED ones, knives at the ready and a sinister smirk present.

Though he did also recognize the others voice and the bubble flashes to a quick image of the nation "Italien!" oh, right. Medic shock his head briefly before correcting himself, hands reaching up to remove the young man from himself "Italy, vhat are you doing hier?"

[savemegermany]

Italy didn't pay much mind to the bubbles. He'd been through enough wars himself that it wasn't disturbing at all. It seemed like something Germany would think.

The country was easily removable, but still grinned at Medic broadly and innocently, offering up a large Tubberware filled with steaming fresh pasta. "Ve, I was going to have lunch here! Would you like to join me? I have plenty of fresh, made-from-scratch pasta with meatballs, marinara sauce, and shredded mozzarella cheese!" When he said plenty, he meant enough to feed a small platoon.

[red_medic]

Medic gave the nation a mildly iritated look after having gotten introduced to the vast amount of food "You vere going to eat all zhat alone?"

He couldn't help but ask. Sure. By now he was sort of used to the amounts Italy cooked, seeing that he lived with them at their base, but still. At the base, he usually cooked for all of them, but this he originally had intended to eat alone, hadn't he?

[savemegermany]

"Ve~, I always make extra in case I find someone to eat with!" Italy replied, removing a baggie of silverware from his shoulder bag. Granted, this didn't mean Italy couldn't eat of of it himself. He could be a voracious little country, after all. He was also somewhat of a poor country at the time, so he cooked what he could and stored the rest in case there wasn't any food left. He didn't necessarily have to worry about being poor, as everything was free, but he continued to cook a heap nonetheless.