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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[leaderboards]

[ sombra's response isn't really a new thing, or even unexpected, but carolina does let herself roll her eyes before she answers. ]

Oh, good. You sound like you're doing just fine.

[doxing]

Doesn't mean you can't help me with this door, right?

(reclining mid-air, clutching the bottle to her chest with a sigh.)

Pretty, pretty please?

[leaderboards]

Wait, are you begging?

[ carolina sounds both incredibly amused and like she plans to never forget this. true friendship, right? ]

[doxing]

You think I have the shame to consider this begging?

(kicking off of her bunk, shoulder bumping into the door a moment later.)

As much as I'd like to spend my day drinking alone in the dark, I have shit to do and someone who's only held together by nanites and revenge to check on. Got me? Unless you can't do it, then get someone who can, y'know?

[leaderboards]

[ that's low. she doesn't actually expect much else from someone like sombra, always so smooth with her words, but carolina does kind of hate how fast it has her starting to work her fingers into door's seal. ]

You don't have to resort to that, Sombra. [ the first few centimeters are the hardest, she's been learning today, but that just means she can talk while she pries. ] You drinking anything good?

[doxing]

I don't? Tell me why I don't and I'll reconsider what I said.

(they might've worked together, but sombra's reminding herself of the state of things. allura's broadcast, the amount of negativity... it's not the spotlight or the scorn that intimidates her. it's the lack of it coming from alpha and beta team, the wordless support she's receiving. she works alone, she's unaccustomed to this.

she doesn't want to face the rest, at risk of looking like a goddamn coward.)

Are you thirsty?

[leaderboards]

[ carolina doesn't answer right away, too busy getting her hand in the doorway and then pushing it open, armoured back against the frame and her body illuminated by the lights on her armour. she's not posing, though. of course not. ]

I just think I deserve some reward for coming to help you, that's all.

[doxing]

(carolina, she sees you posing. she's smart enough not to bring attention to it, though, more or less content to admire silently.

or not-so-silently, lips loose.)

Oh, I think you do too, hero... But I know the last thing you like is cutesy friendship bullshit. Isn't this kinda tension better? (crossing a leg, mid-air as she floats — which is impressive but looks ridiculous, not bothering her in the slightest.) Float into my chambers, let's discuss the favour I owe you.

[leaderboards]

I'll leave the floating to you. [ magnetic boots for the win. it encourages her to open the door wide enough for her to fit through head on, at least, carolina leaning her shoulder into that before she takes a few steps inside, boots keeping her wonderfully upright despite the lack of gravity. ]

You look comfy.

[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. ]