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[bushelofmuses]

Trip; Closed rp

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Lùcio was at the new base only a few hours and already he missed home. He'd found a window with a view and plopped himself down on the floor to look out at the water. Gibraltar. Interesting place, but he felt a little cooped up in here.

Could be worse.

Pulling out his touch pad, Lùcio pulled up the program he'd made for his music and set to work, writing something and using the sight from the window to inspire the song.

He heard someone walking up sometime later and checked the time to find an hour had passed already. Looking up, he grinned when he saw the scientist coming his way.

"Well there's a wonderful sight in this dull place. It's good to see you."

[violentnonretirement]

@meidinchina

He's got the base open and the signal is still active. It's almost too good to be true, if he's honest, after the string of dead bases and busted systems. This one seems almost.... frighteningly untouched. As though the base was left one day and no one returned- likely the case given how sudden the downfall of Overwatch was.

He shifted in the chair, looking over items laid out on the desk, likely a night shift worker's reading material from almost a decade ago. Sometimes it felt surreal in the worst way that the world had moved on and here he still was, digging, digging, digging. Looking for answers that perhaps had been brushed away- hoping for a slip-up in whatever cleanup crew was in charge of handling the fallout from the coup.

Magazines asking about his own competency, others focused on celebrity gossip, more on beauty tips and tricks. The screen flickered with life as it began the hefty transfer of thousands upon thousands of files and documentation and information on Overwatch's internal workings.

There had to be something in here.

His head twitched when he heard movement. He booted up age old security cams- half of which didn't come back to life. On one he saw the movement, a figure he didn't recognize through the shadows of the emergency lighting. Another scanvenger? Talon? He frowned behind the mask and stood. If anything, he was taking the files and would defend that if necessary, but another person trying to get into the system might trigger a defensive lockdown; physical and technological.

He might as well see what they're looking for, sticking to the shadows as he moved towards the new figure's position.

[dynamiteabs]

@meidinchina

It was pretty late, late enough that Mei had been certain that everyone should have been asleep. She had traveled these halls all the time this late and almost never encountered anyone. But tonight she didn’t seem to be so lucky. The one week she had forgotten to do laundry until she had but a short left, the one night she picked to handle this problem was the night she’d be caught while rounding the corner, almost bumping into Junkrat with her laundry basket. “Ah- Junkr-Jamison!” The surprise was clear across her face, wondering how she didn’t hear the junker coming as he wasn’t exactly the most silent of people. “Sorry, sorry, sorry- What are you doing up this late? Go to bed!” She seemed frazzled, was frazzled as she used her laundry basket to try and cover herself all the while attempting to side step away from this encounter and down the hall. She had rather mixed feelings about the junker but right now she’d rather scurry away herself then risk bickering. That even if her shirt covered everything as it was even large for herself just the knowledge that that was all she had and someone fidning out was almost too much to accept. So there she went, side stepping away as fast as she could while telling the junker that sleep was important and he should go do that, right now.

          Jamison was often suspicious himself, so he knew strange behavior when he saw it. But what would Mei be hiding? Was there another side to this sweet little snowflake that he didn’t know about? Eyes scanned her every move. From his height, he had no idea she only had on a shirt, so that hadn’t crossed his mind.

          “Ah could ask you... the same thing,” he said in his best detective-I’m-totally-onto-you voice. When she took a step away, he closed the gap and took a step as well. “Wot ya’ got in that basket there? Sure it looks like clothes but, ya’ could be hidin’ anythin’ in there...”

          Leaning down, he took a closer look at the basket. “Ya’ got some good alcohol in here, ah bet?” Serious face and accusatory demeanor turned into a big smile. “Wanna’ share it with me? Pleeeease? Ah’ll fix Snowball whenever it acts up and ah’ll even add in some new features for ya’ no problem, cutiepie!” If it wasn’t alcohol in there, it had to be something good she was sneaking in. Maybe she took some food from the main kitchen. The more he thought about it, the hungrier and thirstier he got.

[watchcver-archive-blog]

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     She doesn’t even ask, she just grabs the very heavy box from the girl’s arms. “ Pretty young women should not struggle with such simple items. I take this, just tell me where to go. ”

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[eremitical-engineering]

@meidinchina | Continued from here

It was no surprise that Fritz was lost, considering how he was a fresh recruit to the organization. That, coupled with the fact that there weren't exactly any maps of the layout of the base made it hard for him to find where he needed to be.

"I'm supposed to be headed to one of the labs." He says. After looking around for a moment, he speaks again. "I assume that this is one of them?" He asks, laying his eyes on her.

[fatalis-felidae-blog]

@meidinchina

The feline was sat in an alley, pushed back so that it was hard to see him. The only indication that he was there was the glow from his visor and his collar. Silently, he licked the few wounds he had from the run ins with dogs, ears swiveling as he listened.

He was still in a mission. Search and recover, in and out. Ideally with either low casualties, or with the intent of causing as much panic as possible. He'd decided on the latter. Which was evident by the trail of bodies which already followed him. Fifteen casualties, a search party already on his tail.

Talon wouldn't come for him - not yet. His target was still approximately a mile west. An old Overwatch warehouse, filled with old research and munitions. He had to recover as much as he could, before getting out as fast as he got in.

Which is when his issue arose.

[theoddiity-blog]

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          McCree wasn’t at his best tonight. 

          He stands in the Watchpoint’s kitchen, the low mechanical hum of the communal coffee machine static noise. Every inch of him tingles, his limbs feeling as though they had fallen asleep, and he had to shake them to wake them up again; numb, heavy, sharp tingling with excess nerves. Jesse stands and watches the coffee pour into his cup, the bright LED display of the time having long already embedded itself into his bones. 

         4AM. Specifically, 4:04 when the machine goes off. He doesn’t move.