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

[realimperfect]

What if that's what I want as my end game? You continuing in to the shopping district and getting lost in floating racks?

[ It isn't, in the end, but she figures Sombra might enjoy a little bit of five-finger discount shopping if that was her bag and all. She didn't want to outright say things like 'you remind me of a thieving type' but at the same time it's occurred to her more than once. Coming from the girl who was the one to actually grab the relic and everything, though, that's a little rich.

Hence why it's never left her mouth. At least not yet. Give her one moment of thoughtless mouth running and it'll happen and Sombra may skewer her for it.

She watches Sombra's every movement with a keen eye, not wanting to miss a detail or possibly miss where ever she could grab her, either. The nosey side of her also wants to just see how the hell she manages all of this - and promptly has about ten questions about what the hell she just did as soon as she sees it happening, a hand reaching out to snatch the other woman by her ankle, keeping her in place for the moment, grimacing a little as her arm gives protest.

Either way, she's yanking her back toward her with a bit of an unceremonious tug, and an immediately curious mind- ]

What the hell were those that you propelled yourself with?