#satyasreality

[fizkult-privet]

fmk?

heard of game called fuck, marry, kill... do not like the idea of killing people outside of battle so think will change that to fuck, marry, kick.

wonder who everyone on base would choose for their FMKs...

marry satya, because she makes delicious food

[igeon-sagiiya]

All of this arguing feels very bitter. I worry that too much more of this will put a squeeze on your normally good mood, and grind you down until little more than pulp is left. You must reconsider the pith that you are on. -satyasreality

I expected better of you.

[vxlkyrieonline]

Just the other day, I was asked to participate in a satisfaction survey when I left the grocery store with baking ingredients for the Watchpoint. I proceeded to provide my customary answer of all-average ratings and a comment of "Acceptable." However, if I were asked to answer a survey about my satisfaction with you, I would provide you with the highest ratings available, and possibly additional elaboration in the comments. -Satya

((This is it, you guys. Blog’s over. I’ve peaked. We’re done. It’s all downhill from here.))

[jessemccowbae]

Shop -Satyasreality

At first blush, it was hilarious to consider Jesse McCree one of the least conspicuous members of the reborn Overwatch. It made one wonder, really, why someone who specialized in covert ops and had spent years on the run from the law and worse would make himself so... visually distinctive to begin with. But to those he trusted most, he'd gladly explain the simple reasoning: if your enemies know what they're looking for, then you know what they're not looking for.

So it was that he'd left his hat and boots at home and pulled his slightly-too-long hair back with an electric orange elastic band he'd begged off of Hana, and managed to look downright ordinary as he pushed the cart along behind Satya. He glanced over his shoulder at the shelf, let out a soft 'huh' at what he found there, and tossed it into the cart.

Satya turned around, her forehead wrinkling. "What is that?"

"Peppermint flavored marshmallows."

She paused, making the distinct face of worry that usually meant she'd almost said something but realized it sounded mean and was trying to rephrase it. "I don't think we have anything planned that those will... complement."

"Nah." He shrugged halfheartedly. "But maybe we'll come up with something."

She frowned momentarily, then looked back at the cart. "...Jesse, literally half of this is not on the list."

"But it looked neat!" He flashed her his best charming grin, leaning on the handle of the cart. "Look, you don't have to do anything with it, that's fine. I know you like to know what you're doin' beforehand, but I like to mess around a little more than that. I promise I'll write down everything I try, and if I stumble upon something good, you can help me make a proper recipe out of it. Sound good?"

There was a pause, and her forced smile softened a bit. "An acceptable compromise. That is-- obviously, you can buy whatever you like, I'm certainly not the arbiter of the kitchen--"

"Nah, nah, I gotcha." He waved a hand dismissively. "Cooking alone sucks anyway. Rather have you around to keep me from wandering off and burning the damn base down." He nudged her hip playfully with the cart. "Hey, how about we get some strawberries to go on that angel food cake you were gonna make?..."

[igeon-sagiiya]

Fight (with) -Satyasreality

Satya has never witnessed a self destruct before, and she can’t say she’s keen on the experience. It isn’t so much a calculated move as it is one of desperation, she notes with a small frown as Hana’s tinny, echoing voice crosses over the comms to confirm that everybody else has cleared the area. She’s taken refuge on the other side of her teleporter, along with the few others on this botched mission with them. The idea is that Hana dives through after coming out, and nothing else does.It is a lot of senseless destruction and violence all because a mech has taken too much damage, but there’s no denying the underlying twinge of panic as the final line comes across her comm before all goes quiet again, “Self destruct sequence initiated.” Three seconds, yes? It hardly seems like enough time for the pilot to scramble out of her mech and through a teleporter to safety. Three. Someone coughs nearby, and she shoots them a look without actually seeing who it is. Two. Hana will make it. Hana always makes it. She’s a capable soldier, she’s done this before. One. And just when Satya dares to believe for even an instant that the almost deafening shriek of metal and glass and concrete in the distance is the end of it, something blue and pink and white comes barrelling through her teleporter and directly on top of her. She’s on her rear, she’s in the dirt, and Hana Song is sitting on top of her shaking her head and checking her limbs as though she wasn’t presently using their architect as a seat, before mumbling an entirely too loud, “Holy fuck!” and slamming back down on top of Satya with a laugh and a sigh. “Heh, close one, right?”“Hana?”“Yeah?”“Kindly adjust.”“What - oh! Oh shit. Sorry.”@satyasreality

[igeon-sagiiya]

"Thanks for trusting me." -Satya

She stared, because she hadn’t expected to be thanked for something so simple. “Why wouldn’t I?” Okay. So maybe she’d heard some things, and maybe some people had their hang-ups about having someone formerly associated with Vishkar in their organization. She wasn’t one of them. Hana shrugged, an easy smile that she actually meant ghosting over her features as she stretched out her aching shoulder. “You’re an extremely capable person. You’re actually really cool? And you were completely right about this.” She stopped, wiping the back of her hand over her forehead. Nothing she had said was untrue, but after being cramped together for the better part of three hours, all she wanted to do was sit down. “That recipe did need that cinnamon for the kick.” Why was baking hard?@satyasreality

[igeon-sagiiya]

Opinion: You are... satisfactory, bordering on exemplary.

Aww, Satya, you do love me. <3

[igeon-sagiiya]

“you deserve more.” -satyasreality

For just a moment, Hana pauses. There’s a muffin halfway to her mouth and she’s intent on finishing it, but it’s hard to ignore a statement like that. “What, more muffins?” she tries, though the recovery falls a little flat. It’s not the only attempt at levity that comes to mind, a flirtatious little wink following as she sinks her teeth into the fresh confection in her hand.She knows what Satya means, of course. Or at least, she gets the gist of it without having to pry. It’s just not something she can afford to think about all that much, considering. More implies that she’s lacking, and by most standards, Hana is thriving. She’s got more money than she knows what to do with, and considerably few people to spoil it with.“I appreciate the sentiment,” she tries again after a moment, eyes carefully trained on the basket of muffins and the half-eaten one in her hand, anywhere but on Satya herself, “But this is my life. I made my peace with it a long time ago.”