So far so good. Just keep an eye on the control point and keep defending….

"WooOH NO NO NO!" She tried to backtrack but it was pretty much too late by then. She knew she had messed up when she pulled back to escape without immediately shooting in retaliation. There was just something about the pyro just freaked her out. When it comes down to flight or fight she was flight first. Unfortunately, that habit set her back many times on her first tries. She was maybe a month into the game.

Tf2 was the first game, well, first first person shooter she had ever played. But she loved it. It was fun. There was something really charming about it. The animation and personalities of the characters were weirdly entertaining. She had been introduced to Tf2 through the meet the crew videos. A random line of videos on YouTube had led to them. Eventually, curiosity won out. It was especially hard not to try and play it when she found out it was free .

Of course by that time she was very late in the game. At that point the game had existed for what….seven years? Everything was so new to her, new and exciting. Her main was Demoman. He was the character she wanted to master at least. She remembered being a little annoyed that training had her starting with other characters. She was honestly pretty patient. Let it be known that Dacey Ojeda had never been quick to anger. Where she got the patience from she'll never know. It definitely did not come from her parents.

So the fact that she was getting impatient over a video game was a bit childish. To her a least. Someone else could have the same reaction and she wouldn't think less of them. But she didn't get to play these types of games much so the anticipation had been building for awhile. Dacey was….average, at least that's what she liked to think, at the game. She wasn't the worst Demoman out there but she wasn't one of the best either.

Dacey groaned under her breath as she waited to respawn. The match lasted maybe another five minutes before it was over. "I need to do something else." She decided, looking at the time.

She snagged her post box key and walked to the elevator. She lived in a medium sized apartment in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. The apartment itself wasn't that impressive but it was good enough for her.

It was the little things in life that made her happy.

Today was the day she was supposed to be getting a package. Awhile ago 'Mann Co' sent out an email that five lucky players would be receiving a full set of Tf2 figurines in whatever color they chose. Dacey was one lucky gal. She didn't have anything Tf2 related, no posters, no...hats. She never thought to get any. Most of her money went to college and school supplies anyways. So she was really looking forward to getting something for purely entertainment purposes for once.

The soft ding of the elevator shook her from her thoughts as she walked to the front desk. "Do you have anything for Dacey Ojeda?" She showed them her ID. The picture she could live without. They had messed up printing it out the first time so she was completely unprepared for taking a second picture. She had dark brown wavy hair, just slightly past the shoulders. But that day she'd been wearing a green bandana so you couldn't even see it that much.

"Sign here." The woman behind the counter handed her a pen. Dacey signed her name, just about the only thing she could write in cursive now, and carried the package back upstairs with a smile.

By the time she got back to her room she was almost giggling in excitement. Dacey didn't actually giggle of course. What do you take her for?

After a couple minutes of pulling, realizing she can't rip off the tape with her bare hands, then getting a pair of scissors...she finally got it open. Now she just had to unearth them from the packaging pellets. "It's like they don't even want us to open them…" She couldn't even muster the will to be upset when she pulled out the blue engineer. "Oh my god….yes!"

What in tarnation? He had been knocked out cold. All he can remember is carrying his tools back to base and then a sharp burning sensation that traveled down his spine. When he woke up he couldn't move, felt like he almost couldn't breathe. He could still feel at least, and that kept him a little saner. When light shined through he was reminded of the fact that he could also see . It would've made him feel whole lot better if his whole body hadn't suddenly been snatched up and out of whatever place he'd been stuck in.

Large half lidded dark eyes stared at him. A woman, with a light brown complexion. A woman, who to him, was a giant in comparison to him. What….what in…

"Hey lady! If you know what's good for ya you'll put me down! Huh...why can't I move? What the hell is goin' on?!"

Normally he'd be glad to see his teammates in this situation, yes even scout. He was stuck in the dark for only God knows how long without human contact. But he was too struck by the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Scout was….looked like he was made out of plastic. The more the engineer looked at it, scout looked like a toy action figure. But he didn't have much time to contemplate it before he was being moved to a large wooden platform along with all the others. Every single member of the team was lined up. Scout was still talking about a mile a minute while the other's voices chimed in. It was a mix of confusion and anger.

Engineer couldn't shake the feeling that this problem wasn't going to have a simple fix. He was trying his best to keep a cool head. But this….never a day in working for BLU had anything like this….

"Best day ever! Well...one of them in a hopefully long line of good days."

Her voice shook him from his thoughts. She seemed completely indifferent to their struggling, maybe even enjoying it. Engineer felt a cold fury build in the pit of his stomach.

"What the devil is going on?" The voice of the Sniper was gravelly and agitated. Engineer couldn't only imagine what Sniper would do if he had control of himself. He never took kindly to being helpless.

"We've been cursed lads! She's a witch!" Demoman went quiet for moment. " How in the bloody hell am I supposed to do anything like this?!"

"I think we should be more concerned about how we got here in the first place, gentlemen…"

"I do not like the game being played…" Heavy intoned with a surprising lack of anger.

"Huddah! Hudd mmph!"

"Quiet! While the situation is not ideal you are wasting time bickering. For now we have to observe…." Spy, while not the Engineer's favorite person, had a valid point there. Most of the others grumbled an agreement eventually.

"The entire crew of Tf2. Hah, Ollie is gonna be jealous." It, she, whoever she was stood up with her hands on her hips. "BLU for the freaking win! I should get her on Skype later….."

How did she know about BLU?