wake up, emergency

[doxing]

WHO: sombra and you
WHERE: all over the place, leave no fork dispenser left unturned
WHEN: february 14th to february 26th
WHAT: a catch-all log for open and closed prompts throughout the event, sombra tries to help
WARNINGS: none right now, but will update if it's needed

(collection of prompts for the event, which is all entirely open to wildcarding, but if you want to plot anything with me please hit me up on plurk at frooting! this will mostly be zero gravity shenanigans and a lot of mishaps with forks... since sombra got the first clue from her puzzle box...)

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EARLY 02/14, CLOSED TO CAROLINA

[doxing]

(sombra's no stranger to weightlessness, but this is not her preferred method of transportation. especially when she can't go anywhere, caught in slow revolution around the interior of her quarters on the fourth residential floor, trying to grab hold of sheets and an upturned desk. not to mention a very important item floating just out of reach of neon fingertips, each swat at cooling air distancing the puzzle box from her.)

Madre de Dios, can't this place keep it together for two minutes?

(having tried the door, a bit reluctant to do any more prying since she nearly snapped a nail and jostled her most recent pint out from under her arm, sombra has deemed it fort knox and has since given up. how long she can stay in here without suffocating from eluvio's loss of power is a fancy number she did brief calculations for on her still-working wrist communicator — that news has her unconcerned. so the hacker's simply decided to make the best of things, kick back until someone reliable finds her.

and sort out the best way to cope with a hangover when the room is literally spinning.)

Ugh, I'm so over this.

[leaderboards]

[ escorting victor and eichi out of the training area and back to the residential floors had been frustrating, but carolina's got them safe and herself back in her armour now, so being too cranky would be a waste of energy. better to just do what she can to make sure she can't help out anywhere until the people running the ship get their shit together.

which means that in the course of checking the residence halls, she winds up outside sombra's door, pausing to see if she can hear inside, then knocking loudly on the door. ]

Hey, you in there?

[doxing]

(the knock makes her jerk bodily, snatching the puzzle box out of the air with an abrupt shout in reply,) It had to be you, didn't it? (despite the sass, honestly sombra's a bit relieved she has the choice to come or go. if carolina decides to let her out after that comment. time to backpedal.)

...

I mean, what? Carolina? My hero!

(guess who sounds three shots into a bottle of space liquor?)

[leaderboards]

[ sombra's response isn't really a new thing, or even unexpected, but carolina does let herself roll her eyes before she answers. ]

Oh, good. You sound like you're doing just fine.

[doxing]

Doesn't mean you can't help me with this door, right?

(reclining mid-air, clutching the bottle to her chest with a sigh.)

Pretty, pretty please?

[leaderboards]

Wait, are you begging?

[ carolina sounds both incredibly amused and like she plans to never forget this. true friendship, right? ]

EARLY 02/14, CLOSED TO REAPER

[doxing]

Reaper, come in, I need your location. I'm almost at your place, but if you're not there... (the wrist communicator gives nothing back, not even her own feedback; the line is dead.) Don't be an idiot and go ghost in zero-g, god— Gabe, respond.

(a chime startles her, as it tries to connect to any network available, before timing out completely. a "no signal" icon blinks at her spitefully. and to think this futuristic piece of shit spacecraft doesn't have standalone wi-fi or signal enough to catch the portable hotspot on her machine pistol. what a waste of technological potential. with a sharp tsk, sombra crouches low against the solid metal doors of a dead elevator shaft she's conveniently ducked out of and wrenched open, launching herself down the hallway of reaper's floor. only when making a fly-by of his room cements the fact that he's no longer there, door ajar and dented by familiar claws, does she switch routes.

if reaper's anywhere, it's trying to get his bearings. there's no better place to do that than in the hanger where there's ample space to maneuver and fuck up without much consequence? with a bay window the size of a large building, suitable for the cargo ships anchored to the tarmac below, the view — or what she can actually see of it — is spectacular when she finally arrives to a sea of untied supply crates and dead air. where are all of the employees? shouldn't this area be crawling with people, aliens, and their frantic flashlights? the only reason why they wouldn't be here is if the crew decided to converge on the problem, but the poor timing of it all leaves the hacker rather uneasy. a good question is where are the refugees in all of this chaos?

how sombra finally spots reaper in the dark, when he's only an inky blotch on a backdrop of lightless space, she's unsure. could be the tiny red lights on steel-toed boots and it could be that he spotted her body mods in the dimness long before she caught on, but the wraith seems to be stuck in place and she can picture the disgruntled look now.)

I knew you'd be in here, but I can't believe you don't know any better by now. (chastising him as fingers unclip a small glowing device from a belt carrying three, thumbing a button to activate it with another point of brightness from the back of the bay,) Good thing your partner's here, right? Hang tight, Gabe, let's see if my aim got rusty...

[hellshot]

[Everything about this situation is undignified. He's not someone who has to sleep for long, or at all (The buzzing of nanites in his brain keeps him from reaching proper REM) so when he's rudely interrupted in the middle of doing idle research for his shitty job... He doesn't take kindly to it. The papers and pens on his desk suddenly start floating, and it's not long before he's following them.

He somehow managed to get fully dressed. He can see in the dark, at least--a bonus many humans on the ship won't have. He manages to get out of his room after a good few blunt-force blows to his door, ripping it open with strength that doesn't belong on anyone normal. He's managed to get his way around the quarters, looking for very few individuals, but once his search is done, it's time to move into a more accessible area. And that's when he'd realised he had made a mistake. Trying to move around in his 'Wraith' form, a cloud of smoky black nanites had been the poorest decision he's ever made as a non-person. Not only could he not control what direction he floated fucking aimlessly in...

But it was fucking hard getting yourself BACK TOGETHER once your cells were all separated out in an atmosphere that wasn't bound by any goddamn physics.

So much for actually being able to do anything in this nightmare of a situation--and he spends the next hour putting himself back together. Maybe he's lucky, once he's finally himself again, floating aimlessly in the too-huge space that Sombra would finally make her appearance. That glow of purple is hard to miss, and he almost sighs in relief.]

Now's not the time to make comments on my choices, or-- [Wait, what is she doing--] There's no Gravity, don't go throwing things around--! [If Reaper was capable of shrieking, this would be about as close as he gets to it.]

this is the worst tag i've ever written

[doxing]

Don't talk on people's backswings—! (the word is barked as she whips the translocator at him and manages to smack him right in the hip with a not-so-edgy fist-pump in the dark.) Besides, it's not just anything. You should know me well enough by now.

(ignoring the fact that she totally froze you out for two weeks as the toes of her typical attire touch an observation deck's railing and she makes the jump. not a literal jump, but a warp, disappearing in a flash of pixellated pink light... only to reappear in what sounds like a tear in space, sombra's face too near reaper's as the momentum sends her slamming forward into him with a dip of her arms.

something she seems to have factored in, however, an arm beneath his thighs and another tucked under the metal spine of his leather coat.

truly, the carry — as they drift at a healthy pace towards the far, far wall of the hangar — is that of a man sweeping his beloved across the threshold, the black-clad talon agent held bridal style against her chest with a roguishly charming smirk. except it's a woman, reaper is and never will be her beloved, it's sombra, and she looks far too smug with her legs stretched in the direction they're headed, waiting to intercept the bannister and safely ground them.)

So no worries, Princess Reyes, (said slyly, despite there being something of an apology in the hesitant way her eyes lift to reaper's mask,) I've got you now.

this is the best* tag you've ever written

[hellshot]

[He lets out a low grunt when her translocator hits him--because it was uncomfortable or painful, but if only because he knew what followed that damn glowing pink thing when she gave it a toss. He reaches out to try to bat it away just a few inches so she doesn't LAND on TOP of him, but thanks to the complete lack of gravity right now, all he does is make it spin.

Which does absolutely nothing to help his situation when she appears inches from his face. A cough of smoke is released indignantly as an arm reaches to grab onto her--and then he realises it was completely unnecessary.

She had a plan in mind.

She always has a plan in mind, and it never goes well for him. Because within moments, Gabriel Reyes, ex-Super Soldier, Ex-Black Ops leader of Blackwatch and now Mercenary-slash-Terrorist was being Princess Carried across the hangar in a shroud of glowing red, pink and purple for anyone to see.

If he were less of a person, he'd have his hands over his face in sheer embarrassment for this moment.
Instead, he just limply lets this fucking happen because it's inevitable. This is his life, ever since Sombra had come into it.]

...I can see that, clear as day. [He raises his eyebrow--not that she'll see it--and gives her a hard glance from under the hollow eyes of his mask.] But was grabbing me like this really necessary.

;3c

[doxing]

(heh. she loves it when he gets all irritated like this, next to coding it may be one of her favourite things.

angling them in the direction of the far wall was a great idea, no sarcasm there, aimed perfectly for the railing on the hangar's overhang of viewing deck. at this rate they'll be at a good velocity, no harm to her ankles and needs. so she smirks and lets her heels hit, crouching into the landing to cushion them, before hooking a leg beneath the metal bar, holding them still...ish.)

How else would I have grabbed you? I never pass up an opportunity to embarrass the shit outta you. (sniggering, she'll eventually release him, but a finger catches on his belt to keep him from floating off again.) I was looking for you, but of course you'd come to the biggest room on the freaking ship.

(TSK.)

It's pandemonium on the residence floors.

[hellshot]

[Well at least someone gets enjoyment out of it. Sitting in her arms in Zero-G, he looks very much like a pissed off barn owl whose feathers got ruffled and pinched in all the wrong directions.]

You could have thrown me a rope or something. [INSTEAD OF EMBARRASSINg thE SHIT OUT OF hIM. But it was moot point to argue now, she'd rescued him and (he hopes) noone is watching at current, so it was just another chapter in the book of 'things Sombra does to irritate me'.

When she eventually lets go, he's going to attempt to make himself look dignified, fixing the end of his coat.]

Didn't go to the biggest room on purpose. Floated through the resident floor I'm on. Found that brat Goku and then left him to look for you.

Thought it'd be faster to wraith around. [There's this very telling pause. He'd never used his powers without gravity before.]

Not being able to pull my atoms back together when there's no gravity was an... unexpected occurrence. Free-drifted here after I finally managed to piece myself back together.

EARLY 02/14, OPEN TO ALL

[doxing]

(this is it, this is the fork prompt. she probably shouldn't be searching now, of all times, for the destination of the puzzle box's coordinates she's been given as her first clue. she probably shouldn't even be trusting them, what with the knowledge that the thing was gifted to her on the very afternoon of the thermonuclear explosions on the late planet oros. that she inadvertently caused.

but nevertheless, she is. and the coordinates lead her to a rather sizeable, pitch black, abandoned food court. a fraction of the childishness in her has her startled by how purely dark the ship is, especially on her own, but she resists the urge to circle back to the atrium where the trees glow and the atmosphere's soft.

sombra begins her search with the nearest thing to the coordinates' exact location: a fork dispenser that seems unlike the ones on her earth, complex to someone who's never given them the time of day. locked down tight, too, thanks to the powerless ship. pulled towards it using food court chairs bolted to a polished floor in a hand over hand crawl, she lets go, drifts, and catches the machine with a huff of an oomph. then comes the chore of opening the damn thing, the unit having no screws that she can spot, just a large panel for refilling the body.)

Carve "Talents Wasted" into my tombstone, (forced through a tight jaw and a click-grind of teeth when her body weight is thrown backwards, nails clawing at the panel's seams,) estoy harta de esto...!

(hope you're not behind her when this thing pops, because not only is sombra lurching backwards with the entire front side of the fork dispenser, the entire cloud of rather sharp utensils is coming with her and they don't seem happy to be free. fight and get poked in the eye or battered by metal prongs, or take cover behind the hacker's makeshift shield as her eyes dart around for anything that looks important.

like, say, a minuscule data chip.)

[taggingwomprats]

[ What does one do when the power goes out completely? Why, go out to try and find other people, of course. Or at least that's Luke's reaction. He has a glowrod and a few assorted tools clipped onto his belt and he's been cautiously making his way through the ship as best he can, trying to figure out how to get power back and see if anyone out there needs help. He's cutting through the pitch darkness of one of the food court levels, his only illumination the dim glowrod in his hand as he carefully navigates in the zero-g environment. He thinks he can hear someone or something moving around in the darkness ahead of him and he speaks up curiously. ]

Hey, someone out there? You need help-?

[ He's just starting to make out the shape of someone in the darkness and can hear someone muttering when everything seems to happen at once and something in the Force screams at him to be careful. He ducks, but his momentum carries him forward. He twists out of the way of a fork, while another snags on his clothing. At least he's not hurt. And he's found the person who was responsible. Or rather, he's practically running into her.]

What the Hell-?

[doxing]

(luke, help

her back to his front is how they collide with an undignified squawk at the wrong force helping her out, the door of the fork dispenser tumbling through the air with them. it smacks her in the forehead and sombra curses, whether that's at the machine, the forks, this whole stupid puzzle, or luke, it's unclear.)

I'm not happy about it either! (comes the snide remark, stressed, just before they meet the bay window of the shopping centre.) Get off my back!

(at least the vast expanse of space is cool, because they're certainly not.)

[taggingwomprats]

[ Luke grunts as they ram into the window. That's going to leave a bruise. He tries to get himself re-oriented, reaching out to set a steadying or stabilizing hand against Sombra's arm as he pushes away from her to give himself a bit of a maneuvering room. ]

I'm trying!

[ At least they're not being stabbed by forks? ]

What the Hell just happened? Are you OK?

[doxing]

(okay but thank god luke is here, because that would have hurt. she'd more or less unconcerned, but — honestly — she needs the help and could use an extra set of eyes. his timing is super convenient.

so her hands are grabbing for his arms, forks tumbling lazily in the zero-g.)

Oh, I'm fine. I don't know about your back, or that fork dispenser, though. (the situation is a little bit funny, yet she can't offer more than a brief little huff of amusement before it's back to the serious stare in the dark.) So I popped the panel off — I know it's weird, but I'm looking for something. Could be a wild goose chase but...

(might as well give it the ol' college try.)

If you got nothing to do, you wanna lend me a hand?

awwwww here it go..

[realimperfect]

[ In an all black ship, Re-L has found she blends in pretty well now that she'd been helped (copiously) by Carolina teaching her how the hell to get around in zero gravity in the first place. She'd spent her time in an almost too curious exploration of the ship, occasionally stopping to yank a door open if there was enough noise inside and she was so inclined.

The food court had been a passing point at best, in terms of her intentions, considering the fact that it was pitch black and she wasn't really in the business of exploring the dark corners of the world anymore. The last time she'd done something like this she'd nearly been blown up by an over-zealous autoreiv so, naturally, this was not where she'd intended to hang around.

At least until she hears a voice and language she knows, changing course just in case Sombra needed some assistance -

And instead ends up actually, genuinely, laughing as she takes in the situation. ]

What in the hell are you doing?

rip...

[doxing]

(oh no, you are not laughing at her, re-l.

sombra hears it and, in an uncharacteristic display of embarrassing, burns at the ears. thankfully it's dark enough to hide that particular slip-up, but not dark enough to keep her from snapping back.) Oh, I thought I'd help myself to some free utensils for absolutely no reason, Re-l. In the middle of a crisis.

(trying to shift around the fork dispenser's large front panel, holding the edges as she plants her feet down. and now it looks like she's surfing. kind of glad the wrist communicators aren't working... all of her street credit would be drifting into the ether with the forks...)

I'm looking for something that isn't a fork, so help me before it floats away!

[realimperfect]

[ Oh she is - and still, too, which is a pretty big accomplishment coming from Re-L Mayer. Though, really, it's because she's entertained to see Sombra, who had been so calm and collected last she'd seen her, a little frazzled. She knows in the back of her mind this kind of treatment will be given back to her should she ever be in the very same situation.. so let's just call it a down payment on a future event. ]

Well, who knows, you might know a way to repair the system with forks - who the hell am I to know? [ That's totally sarcastic, because something deep down tells her that there's no way this is a simple thing, no matter what everyone's thinking is the reason for all of this. ]

Looking for something that isn't a fork .. in the dark.. [ Sombra... ] Have you lost your mind already from a little while in pitch dark?

[doxing]

Yeah, maybe jamming them into the eyes of the people doing this to me. (SHE'S MAD AT THEM, but calms down pretty quickly; there's someone present.) I've got a strong buzz on, girl, I don't have a mind for anything right now. So help me find this — whatever it is. Then I can go.

(true to form, though, she is rather nimble in zero-g with all that alcohol lapping at her veins, pushing off of the panel to drift lazily into the cloud of forks. a hand is up to keep them from knocking into her face, but sombra's getting pretty gung-ho about finding this thing...

must be important.)

You got any light on you? I figure this thing's small, like, real small if it was in that machine...

[nodyinteam]

[Nekomaru had made his way towards the food court to try to get food to gather in case this power outage persisted. He swam through the antigravity void with a small flashlight in one hand to provide some illumination. ...Enough to make out Sombra flying at him with a series of utensils.]

What?! What is going on?! [He raises one large hand to try to instinctively catch her, but beyond that there's not much he can do about the situation while floating in the air.]

[doxing]

(thank god for nekomaru and his athleticism, she'd be smacking into the bay window if his arm wasn't there to catch her, giving a quiet "motherfucker" for her failed efforts. can her life get anymore embarrassing? really... like, really...

leeching off of his momentary balance to right herself, hands grabbing at broad shoulders.)

You came at a good time, Neko, look at all these forks! (what's her point...??? we're not sure and her breath smells like liquor.) Help me out a little, would ya?

[nodyinteam]

[A successful catch! An an easy one, that only makes him drift back a few feet. Her grip on her shoulders also seems to be no disturbance at all.

His face scrunches up slightly as he catches the whiff of alcohol, but as she speaks, he looks past her towards the approaching projectiles.]

Forks?! There's so many of them! [Her demand is incomprehensible, and yet Nekomaru looks like he understood a clear order.] But they're no match for me!

[With that, he clasps her elbows and tries to spin them around in midair, then launch himself back to try to catch as many of the forks as he can - either in his hands or on his clothes.]

[doxing]

(oh god, him using her as a launching pad is not the best idea—)

Ugh, was that supposed to be a warning? (irritated, but pleasantly buzzed so her slow revolve isn't very difficult to accept...) Why you gotta try and collect forks, anyway? That's not what I'm here for, niño...