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wake up, emergency
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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...)
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
this is the worst tag i've ever written
(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
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
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.
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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.
dat boop icon
(obviously a joke, because if there's one talon member boasting the most missions under their belt, it's surely gabe. he was blackwatch, reminded all the time by that mask alone. when he looks to be in control, sombra eases her hand away from him and keeps an eye out for any drifting.
keeping close to the railing, floating herself down in some semblance of standing upright.)
That sounds like something I'd wanna see — and film. Who knows who might be interested!
best boop icon
[Which is inconvenient, as turning to smoke helps burn off rotted flesh and skin. Gross, right.
He even touches down on the metal grating of the floor, using a hand to pull himself down with the handy use of the railing. Ugh.]
And shut up. How the hell was I supposed to know it was a poor plan. It isn't like I've ever dealt with this kind of shit before.
Do you have any information? What the hell even happened here.
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(voice lowering a little, as her mood treads on serious.)
I don't know if this ties into Oros, but... I thought a lot about what you said when I was— (no, she still can't and she convinces herself that it's for the best to keep those kinds of feelings on the down-low, especially from reaper.) I'm not gonna get into it, or go insane with conspiracy theories, but it's too big a coincidence.
(finally looking back up to him, unsure when she looked away.)
Right? Tell me it is.
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But what's more important is the point she brings up. Clawed fingers of his glove moves up to tap near one of the hollow eyeholes on his mask, a low laugh escaping through. Black smoke rises from under it, but kind of hangs in the air around him instead of floating away. He could make a dig about the two weeks Sombra avoided him, how she'd thrown him out, but, instead...]
Insane conspiracy theories? It's not insane when you think about the two factors we have to consider here. On board this ship we have:
A: A fleet and crew of people who joined the Eluvio on their own accord, who want to be here, who have purpose here.
B: A group of nearly-extinct aliens with no home anymore, nowhere to go, and with the knowledge that everything they knew and everyone they knew are either homeless alongside them or dead--alongside the distinct possibility that their rescuers here had something to do with the destruction of their home.
C: A group of individuals pulled out of their respective homes into a place that is wholly unknown to them, not home to them, and with no promise of ever returning home and are therefore forced to be part of the collective and crew.
It's not a conspiracy when you consider that there are people here with every reason to be fucking with all of us right now.