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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[doxing]

(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...

[realimperfect]

[ 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.

[doxing]

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...

[realimperfect]

Not very reassuring considering every thing else, right now. Who's to say that everything else going on isn't some rouge alien bent on taking out this fleet because of everything they've caused - we've caused? [ Re-L Mayer : Professional conspiracy theorist. What else was there to think, after all? Considering all the things that hd been going on and popping up since they had returned to the ship and the explosions had occurred. All of it had led to this ridiculous scene, and ll of Sombra's ranting, so...

While Sombra may not appreciate all of this mess, Re-L is pretty damn appreciative. After all, no where else would she be able to watch this ridiculous scene play out so wonderfully. There's even a small smirk on her face, gradually spreading as the other woman flails in her attempt to reach the chip ineffectually.

Granted, she could've taken a chance at trying to get it too, but she's not that much of a masochist. ]

At this point your list would encompass literally everything about this fleet - which is about the opinion of most people at this point, I would gather. [ She sounds rather bored even if Sombra is on the edge of discovery, carefully releasing her flash light so that it stays relatively in place in the zero gravity - her other hand moves to unwind from whatever she'd been using to sling it at the moment and prevent it's use to take hold of one of the drink dispensers, still sticky from syrup but not producing any carbonated beverages at the moment - before she turns back to Sombra, jerking her arm to make sure nothing moves too easily. ]

Fine. But don't blame me for any bruises.

[doxing]

Stop being a smart-ass and ready yourself, or I'll just fly down the hall into the shopping district.

(that doesn't sound half bad actually. reminds herself to go loot the local stores later for nice day wear that isn't her typical ensemble.

yanking the translocator off, there's a split second of her using what considerable math she knows to sort out her trajectory before trying to gain momentum enough to whip the thing just above the data chip. it wheels through the air and, when it's a couple of metres away from the tiny, insignificant looking thing, sombra activates it. disappears in a flash of neon pink, the neon after-image dissolving in holographic cubes.

then, immediately, she flashes into being over the recall beacon, eyes darting forward to adjust her course, feet out as the data chip is reached for. quick reflexes has the chip slapping her palm and sombra clutches it close to her chest with a useless little wiggle towards re-l.)

Okay, grab me, grab me, grab me!

[realimperfect]

What if that's what I want as my end game? You continuing in to the shopping district and getting lost in floating racks?

[ It isn't, in the end, but she figures Sombra might enjoy a little bit of five-finger discount shopping if that was her bag and all. She didn't want to outright say things like 'you remind me of a thieving type' but at the same time it's occurred to her more than once. Coming from the girl who was the one to actually grab the relic and everything, though, that's a little rich.

Hence why it's never left her mouth. At least not yet. Give her one moment of thoughtless mouth running and it'll happen and Sombra may skewer her for it.

She watches Sombra's every movement with a keen eye, not wanting to miss a detail or possibly miss where ever she could grab her, either. The nosey side of her also wants to just see how the hell she manages all of this - and promptly has about ten questions about what the hell she just did as soon as she sees it happening, a hand reaching out to snatch the other woman by her ankle, keeping her in place for the moment, grimacing a little as her arm gives protest.

Either way, she's yanking her back toward her with a bit of an unceremonious tug, and an immediately curious mind- ]

What the hell were those that you propelled yourself with?