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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
no subject
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?
no subject
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?
no subject
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?
no subject
(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?
no subject
[ 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?
no subject
(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.
no subject
[ 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. ]