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...)

Comments

[doxing]

(watching carolina clunk in, pressing a hand to a rusty cheek with a lazy smile.)

I am comfy. First I thought I was gonna puke, but it's aaall levelled out up here. Fucking inconvenient gravity fail, huh?

(a pause, brief.)

You hear anything else from the outside, yet, hero?

[leaderboards]

Nothing confirmed, but there are rumours some of the smaller ships in the fleet were caught in some sort of explosion. [ a one-shoulder shrug. ]

But rumours are hard to confirm when the whole ship's offline.

[doxing]

Jesus.

(it comes out in a huff, fingers tightening around the bottleneck.)

You think it's that third party that bombed Oros?

[leaderboards]

Could be. Or something orchestrated by the refugees, if they haven't been getting the treatment they wanted.

[ she trusts the aliens from oros less far than she can throw them, so taking them in is not an argument she'd ever get into in public, but sombra was down there, too. carolina feels safe enough being honest with her. ]