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(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.)

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[ 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-?

(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.)

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[ 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?

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(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?

[ Whoa, she's pretty friendly. Luke blinks at her in the dim light and tries to stop his head from spinning. Things are moving fast, but he's used to fast. ]

Uh, sure. I'm trying to find out what's wrong with the ship, but if you need a hand, I can definitely chip in.

[ He floats for a moment and glances toward the ruined dispense with a curious little frown. ]

What exactly are you looking for? And what do you need?

(well, he looks safe and sound, not that that's exactly what she's more concerned about. the reality is that she needs an extra pair of eyes and his look pretty capable. well, he doesn't seem blind and isn't wearing glasses — a perfect specimen for the job she has for him!)

See, I'm looking for anything that, uh... Isn't a fork. (kind of embarrassing.) Small enough to fit in there and not get damaged, probably something hi-tech by the shit they've been giving me up till now.

(lets go of one of his arms to motion to the fork cloud, batting some out of the way in the process. and what she's looking for seems to be a tiny data chip no large than a thumbnail. happy hunting.)

Whaddaya say? Up for the challenge?

[ Mostly safe and sound. Not injured. No forks sticking out of his chest or eyeballs. Perfectly fit, really. He drifts for a moment, blinking curiously as he tries to get a better idea of what exactly is going on. ]

Something high-tech...? Uh, sure, I guess. Can you get anymore specific?

[ He pushes off of the wall and carefully starts batting forks aside, eyes searching for something that... well. Isn't a fork. This might take a while. ]

Who hides something in a fork dispenser, anway?

Sadly? No. (and it is sad, or another motion that's closer to fury.) Wish I could, amigo, but they're really breaking my balls here.

(if she had to take a forky stab at guessing, though... well. she hums in thought as valiantly luke crosses the sea of forks.)

Honestly? If you find a piece of tech, that's probably it. Like a— god, I dunno. A thumb-drive? Memory card?

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[ 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?

(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!

[ 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?

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...

You've lost me, on this one. [ Of course because she has no idea of Sombra's plight at the moment, considering she has absolutely zero idea of the cube and everything else. Still, she does raise her brow both at being called 'girl' and that there was a strong buzz - if this kept up to a point where people were struggling for oxygen? Re-L may need to get a strong buzz on too.

For now, though, the teen is content to stay where she is and, instead of pushing her way through the forest of forks, just kind of, keep an eye out for anything at all that seemed out of place or different from what was currently floating around them. A little hard to do in the pitch dark, but she's got pretty keen eyes so it was worth a shot, right?

Her response is dry, when she finally thinks of one, rooting a small flash light out from one of her pockets and turning it on. ]

If whatever you're looking for is small, you may have just launched it in to outward motion by pushing your way in to the fork mass like that - [ Flicks the flash light around and then, maaayyybee fishing a little - ]

Of course, I have zero clue what I'm looking for, either, so..

(can she trust her? it's not revolutionary, but the secret is her own and she's almost afraid of sharing it.

what if it causes as much damage as the incident on the late planet oros? what if more innocent, uninvolved people die because of her selfishness? this isn't what she had in mind for herself, all those years ago, when she made a pledge to strip the world of its toxins her own damn self. god, has it made her a monster?

sombra's always been anti-social, but it just now weighs on her. she helped re-l out on oros— no, they helped each other out on oros, so what's the problem? the cube means nothing to eyes that aren't hers and so does whatever she's about to find.)

Jesus, Re-l, okay. I found— (god, it's harder to start than she thought, brain swimming numbly in her last drink,) I found a puzzle box in my room, a holographic thing, when I got back from Oros. Just sitting there, waiting for me, like it was some kinda "thank you" gift for everything that'd happened. I knew it was personal, like, it was for me.

(a pause, seeking her out between drifting forks, pushing a handful away from her face with a low, unamused sniff.)

It felt designed for me. I cracked it and got coordinates that led me here to this fucking fork dispenser. Ridiculous, right? I mean, the nerve of these idiots...

[ Let's just say that Re-L wasn't entirely in this and wanting to know just for her own curiosity's sake. Of course, that's a good part of it, as she would always be helplessly and incurably curious about things unknown to her, but another part of her simply doesn't want to put the work in if there's not something to benefit her from it. Knowing about Sombra's secret mission, so to speak, wasn't as necessarily exciting and she might've been hoping, but it also was better than just helping her find it and not even thinking twice about it, too.

Altruism wasn't exactly her most developed personality trait.

Still, there's a sense of victory as Sombra gives in, pretending to scan the area for something as she gives her explanation, just in case she finds the amount of information given disagreeable - Instead, she find her eyes flickering to rest on Sombra in the dark, obviously calculating and thinking already at a rapid rate. ]

A thank you gift? For what? Thermonuclear genocide? [ Oops - she sounds as irritated as she is at that. ] Great, so now you're actually telling me that they probably intended on that? Fuck -

[ It's a strong word, even for her, but as a human who's seen what nuclear holocaust dos to a planet? She's fighting kicking the entire fork container across the cafeteria and calling it a day. ]

Who's so say that they aren't just screwing with you and this is a wild goose chase to 'haha, got you to blow up a planet!'?

[ But even as she's muttering to herself darkly about how ridiculous all of this was, etc etc, she's looking, keen blue eyes darting between the shine of cleaned forks as they float, but, then - ]

Carefully - to your right, 5 feet. There's something that doesn't look fork like.

Yeah, y'know, my thoughts exactly. (tone as unimpressed as re-l's, despite the desensitization leaking in.

she's had to work hard this month to control the guilt, swallow it down with a few glassfuls of something strong... free-floating through forks is just making her question the path she chose that lead her to this strange point in her life. what a predicament...)

I hate this ship. I hate the people on it. I just want this damn—

(oh, a glance over at re-l's word, admiring sharp eyes when she spots that very small data chip. and whoops, trying to keep on its trail despite the darkness of the food court and the distance she is away from it. sombra flashes the light on her wrist communicator at it, legs swinging almost comically in the air.)

I can't— get over there, I hate zero-g too! Add that to the list, Re-l, this place is a dump!

(hand patting sloppily at her belt, where her translocators are affixed.)

If I toss one of these, I'm gonna need you to catch my arm, okay? I can't stop myself and the momentum can get pretty strong...

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[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.]

(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?

[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.]

(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...

[Sorry about that, Launchpad McSombra...

But as she speaks, he pivots his head around to face her with a look of surprise. Some of the forks have already gotten lodged in his hair...]

What?! But if you're not looking for forks, then what's this all about?!

(staring at him... trying to resist the urge to lift her communicator to take a picture of him— and fails, lifting her arm.)

Wait, that's not as important right now. You look hilarious, pose or something.

[He looks baffler for a moment, but then his sense of "sure, why not" takes over.]

Fine! If it's a pose that you have want, then it's a pose you'll get!!

[He balls up his fists and growls through grit teeth! He tries to look like he's powering up, but it likely looks a likely more like he's popping a squat.]

(I... IT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER, NEKOMARU...?!

takes a picture of him popping a squat with forks in his fucking hair, immediately saving it to send once the communications network is back online. this may just end up posted on the bulletin board in her room, along with the conspiracy theory webs.)

You are, without a doubt, the strangest person I have ever met.

(there's the shutter sound.)

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wake up, emergency

EARLY 02/14, OPEN TO ALL

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rip...

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