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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[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?

[taggingwomprats]

[ 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?

[doxing]

(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?

[taggingwomprats]

[ 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?

[doxing]

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?

[taggingwomprats]

Fantastic.

[ He skims through some more forks, batting them aside. He's trying to stretch out with his feelings and use the Force to guide him. It's a bit hard when he doesn't know what he's looking for, though (aside from "a small datachip"). ]

I think I know what you're talking about. Some kind of data chip.

[ Same difference, really. He jerks his hand back with a little 'ow' as he gets caught in the hand by a fork. Who does this sort of thing? ]

Who started you looking for this thing, anyway? And why is it so important?

[doxing]

Well, it's not much of an important thing, yet. It's more like a wild goose chase right now, if you ask me.

(someone's bitter, flapping forks away from her face. not the eyes.)

The Eluvio crew left this in my room after the Oros mission. —And, yeah. That's the mission that went sour. (not too proud of that, considering she was on beta team and was the direct catalyst to the entire world being firebombed to death.

fun times...)

It came from a puzzle box. Cute, right? So I guess we're both playing their little game now.

[taggingwomprats]

Great. I love games.

[ Luke can be sarcastic when he wants to be. He was a teenager not too long ago. He bats aside another fork, trying to avoid prongs in the hand. This would be hard enough when the gravity was working, now it's also hazardous to their health. ]

First time I've heard of the crew actually interacting with someone besides stonewalling, though. Any idea what prompted it?

[ Luke's peering through the wreckage of the fork dispense with his flashlight now, trying to see if anything is out of the ordinary. ]