[After Ralph had seen a flier advertising spots in some game called Team Fortress 2 on a bulletin board in Tapper, he had found the bar's phone and attempted to call the number listed at the bottom.

It had taken him several tries to get the right number, the phone's keypad wasn't made for giant fingers.

When the answering machine finally picks up, Ralph leaves a hesitant message. If the people in that game knew he was a Bad Guy, they probably wouldn't want him.]

So, uh, I found a flier that mentioned you were looking for some Heavy guys for your game. I've, um, got a few questions about the job and your game.

I'll be at Tapper all night, so I should be able to get the phone if you want to call back here.

[With that, he hangs up the phone and stands by it awkwardly for several minutes. If the phone doesn't ring within that time, he'll take the seat closest to the phone and order a drink to keep himself occupied.

Even if he doesn't get a call back, he had planned on being here the whole night, there weren't many places that were friendly towards Bad Guys and he had no intention of going back to Fix-It Felix Jr. without a medal.]


[[ooc: Sorry if I've messed up anything, I've only got a passing knowledge of TF2 (which I need to fix one of these days!).]]