Video | June 13th

[crabbmarche]

[The video props up to Spy, sitting somewhat relaxed on his couch and looking at his device with a small frown. Anyone who knows him shouldn't be surprised that he still has the damn mask on, but he's dressed down into an undershirt, not nearly as sharply-dressed as he's accustomed to being.

Eventually, though, he realizes that his watch is, in fact, recording, and even broadcasting. He's live, baby. He swears in French under his breath and regains proper posture, tidying himself up as he goes and pretends he meant to do that.]

Hello. I realize I have not properly introduced myself to this... network? As of yet. You can call me the Spy. Spy, for short. Or 'Jacques', if neither of those suit you. I have a question for the collective mass out there.

[He pauses, as though realizing his question is a little ridiculous, but he pushes through.]

Has anyone noticed grapes for purchase or harvesting anywhere? Specifically wine grapes, preferably. I've yet to truly investigate, but it's for a project I'd like to pursue in the future.

Comments

[crabbmarche]

[He barks out a laugh.]

Me? Oh no. Perhaps only if I was feeling incredibly creative. That was more towards anyone that may consider it much more seriously than I would.

You're looking for a place as well? What are you planning to do with it?

[spah]

[SCOFF.]

You're tuggin' my heartstrings, hoss. You know I'm a beer man.

Somethin' like that. I'm looking for a garage, something I could make a real workshop out of. I've been thinkin' about establishing myself for a while now, actually, something where I can call my own shots.

Actually found a spot on Level 3 around Caihong... with a roomy second floor too. Nice enough to live there, if I wanted to.

[crabbmarche]

My apologies, laboreur.

[He's not actually sorry.]

I can't say I'm surprised. You always seemed like the type that likes to make his mark on the world. Although I suppose it would be nice to have a place to escape to if the apartments grew too quaint.

[spah]

Uh-huh.

[He's definitely not, but Engineer will take it.]

Figure so. Guess it could get lonely, compared to the apartments, but it ain't like I don't got legs. Besides, workin' for alien scientists has been... informative, but I think I need my base of operations, doin' what I do best.

Hell, maybe I just miss the old job.

[crabbmarche]

[Spy hums contemplatively at that.]

I have to admit, as nonsensical and horrifically dangerous as it was, there was never a dull moment in mercenary work. Not to mention the pay. Are you missing home?

[spah]

Home, sure. I guess I just didn't think I'd miss the job, too.

Liked it plenty. Just didn't expect to get nostalgic over the consistent threat of death.

[Don't lie to yourself, Engie. You got off on the danger just as much as the others.]

But... yeah. Home too.

[He likes Lunatia plenty. But it's one of those nice-place-to-visit-but-you-wouldn't-want-to-live-there situations.]

[crabbmarche]

I understand what you mean. Bleeding out over defending a hat factory, I don't miss so much, but everything else - it's familiar.

[He kind of misses those dumbasses back home. They grow on you after a while, even if most of them are idiots.]

[spah]

Yeah - that's a good word for it. "Familiar."

[Engie misses them too. Hell, he wouldn't even mind Soldier and Demoman's shenanigans around here.]

[crabbmarche]

Yes.

I have to admit, I've grown to miss it too.

[spah]

Now, that's a big confession.

[He's kidding.]

[crabbmarche]

Tell anyone and you'll suffocate on a pillow.

[He's kidding. Kind of.]

[spah]

You would've done it already.

[he's known Spy long enough to learn that his mock threats can still be still vague, actual threats.]

[crabbmarche]

Bold of you to call a bluff with me.

[He's right though.]

[spah]

I live boldly, Jackie.