Didya catch that trick?

[zippity]

Who| Tracer and YOU
What| The cavalry's here, and it wants to say hi to EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING!
Where| A few different locations
When| Post heist-plot/Valor Day/Whenever
Warnings/Notes| None

Mission Monitor Room

The swear-in ceremony had been a little bittersweet, if Lena was being honest with herself. Even with the recall out to the other Overwatch agents, not many of them had answered -- international affairs, coupled with the PETRAS act tying their hands and the bitterness stewing in how swiftly they had all been shut down meant the risk was too great. The Second Omnic Crisis was being contained in Russia for the moment -- until it threatened the interest of other countries (and it would, if history had anything to say about it), something like the ceremony she had just walked away from would never have been possible.

Home would need her back eventually -- but for now, it was easy to remember that there were others closer that needed her help right now.

She doesn't draw as many looks on Legion World; part of her is glad for it. Aside from the fact that she was so distinctly recognizable as one of the world's heroes at home, those who hadn't kept up with all the pomp and circumstance usually took a second look at the chronal accelerator. To be somewhere where she almost blends is a surreal feeling, but it means she's smiling all the way up to the wall of screens as she consults them for information. The interface is easy enough to read, but more importantly, she feels the need to introduce herself to everyone in the room.

A few people walk up to her on their own, but every now and then, she'll slide into a space that's not too personal, but that can't be ignored either, and offer a question in her chipper cockney accent:

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Observation Deck

She had been a lot of places all over the world, but space -- that was a different story. There was no need for Overwatch agents out there, not when the omniums down below were causing the world so many problems just a few years prior. So Lena is naturally drawn to the deck, eyes wide behind her goggles when she gets a full view of all the stars.

There had been a few places in the world where she could see them as clearly as she could now. King's Row wasn't one of them. She feels like she's twelve again, one hand curled around the ring slotted on her finger. It had taken her a few tries to figure it out, but she was flying again. Sometimes, she had forgotten how much she had missed it. Freefalling through the chronal acceleration Winston had given her came close -- but this was different.

"Wicked."

The echo of footsteps draws her attention back to the catwalk, and when she turns, she has all the appearance of a child who's just been given their haul of Christmas Gifts.

"You alright down there, love?"

Habitat Deck/King's Row

Its easy to get lost in a deck full of multiple pocket areas to explore. Every now and then, a flash of blue will appear and disappear as Lena makes her way across the deck, excitedly dipping into wherever she can managed to fit herself. Its addicting, seeing new things -- and some re-imaginations of places she is certain she should recognize.

It takes her a few tries, but Tracer eventually figures out that just walking into the biomes of others might be a bit rude. When that moment comes, she returns to where she had started: King's Row. Her old stomping grounds, as she often used to say. Without Overwatch, she'd found herself spending a lot of time there, trying to help who she could without getting into too much vigilantism. The fact of the matter was that law enforcement couldn't catch her if they'd tried, but that didn't mean she wanted to ruffle too many feathers. England was still her home country; she'd never aim to upset them on purpose.

She finds a familiar balcony, above the entrance to the Alderworth Hotel, and parks herself there. Its strange, seeing it so empty, and she suddenly finds herself feeling homesick.

When Valor Day comes, she spends at least half of her morning making sure her space fits the part. Today, she is slower to greet anyone who happens to find their way to her. In record time, she's managed to do most of her own decorating in the form of wreathes on various doors and garland strung across the briefing room where she's set up her cot temporarily. She can be found blinking around in brief flashes of blue in order to get to higher and higher places to hang her decorations.

Dangerous, with all the snow and ice around? Probably.

Wildcard

[OOC: Got something else in mind? Different location, or a spin off of one of the other prompts? Go for it! Tracer is extremely friendly, and will want to walk up and introduce herself to everyone without much prompting. If you're not sure, feel free to hit me up at stabs]

Comments

habitat/wildcards against humanity

[vata]

She should be thanking Gabe for convincing her to alter her identity— should be thanking herself for going so far as to change her appearance along with it— Lena hadn't noticed her in passing earlier: milling crowds a sufficient mask against immediate recognition between the noise and commotion of the Mission Monitor Room. Hours upon hours later, tracking done, circuitry at her temples fully hidden beneath rearranged layers of hair, Sombra invades what little space Tracer's claimed for herself. Home. Always home. Even Gabriel couldn't escape the old habit of exposing his core in his request.

Her footfalls are silent through snow, eyes trained on strung lights and glittering ornaments, purposefully ignoring those bright, brilliant flashes of blue.

"Orale..." She exhales in awe that's more feigned than sincere, tracking the hazy cloud of her own frozen breath.

'Subtle' was never an appropriate adjective for Lena. Never would be, either.

[zippity]

Tracer's attention is drawn as soon as the other woman speaks up, blinking from atop one of the buildings she had been in the middle of decorating in a bit of surprise. She hadn't expected anyone to wander in so soon -- she hadn't really introduced herself to many people, and she got the distinct impression that just walking into the various biomes was...frowned upon.

Not to say she isn't delighted to have a visitor, enough that she hangs one last string of lights before teleporting down to the ground a few feet from her guest so that she can walk up and introduce herself.

"Pretty cool, huh? Always loved this time of year," Lena offers, dusting off her jacket to rid it of the snow that had fallen on her. "Don't think I've seen you 'round yet. Name's Tracer."

[vata]

"Azúcar." Sombra offers with a decidedly mild, open little smile - head canting gently to one shoulder when she turns to divide her focus between the scenery and its source. "Haven't seen you around before, either."

No immediate recognition, no narrowed eyes or hostility: as far as expectations go, this one's exceeding the bare minimum.

"You know you could have just asked them to do it for you." Decorating, she means, offhandedly gesturing with clawed fingers towards the nearest wreath that looks just about ready to drop to the ground from its own weight, overloaded with festivity as it is.

observation deck

[turntex]

The guy who happens to be wandering across the catwalk below is...weird, even by spacefuture standards. Granted, Tracer's probably used to weirdos. Regardless, it's a pale teenager in what looks like red pajamas with a cape that looks up at the sound of her voice, expression half-hidden by sunglasses.

Christ, that's one hell of an accent.

"All good, My Fair Lady."

Then again, he's got the subtlest Texan twang in his voice, so who's he to say shit?

Unceremoniously, he just floats on up to join her, hands in his pockets like flying is no big deal. Granted, it really isn't here, but hey, he's not gonna shit all over some newbie's joy. And he's at least been here long enough to recognize a newbie, if not by the unfamiliarity then by the general sense of wonder and awe. Dave glances out the window briefly, to all the stars that served to remind him that this really isn't paradox space out here, but the gesture is hard to catch with those damn shades in the way.

"What's got you so jazzed?" he asks instead, occasionally capable of being a socially-competent human being. "What, never been universally-displaced into deep space before?"

[zippity]

His choice of calling makes her chuckle -- he is dressed rather strangely, isn't he? Some of the stuff Overwatch had put them in wasn't exactly fashionable or glamorous, but even their bedclothes had been standard issue. Maybe its the cape that's throwing her off.

Lena doesn't have quite as much time to contemplate as Dave chooses to ascend with her, a gesture that's rather welcome. It'd be rude of her to just keep floating over his head after all, but she wasn't ready to come down yet. In response to his question, she shakes her head.

"Been a lot of places m'self, but space is new," she offers in return. The question about her happiness is left to the side -- some part of her doesn't find it sincere. Or maybe it was just a question she got asked way too often. "What, you tellin' me you've done this before?"

[turntex]

Hey, at least he's comfy.

"More or less." It's more obvious when he looks out the window this time, his head turning slightly. This is actual space, the kind of shit kids get excited about when they're little and dreaming of being astronauts or something. Out there, there's an actually endless expanse of planets and stars and whatnot, not just the little handful of game-generated worlds they'd gotten in the middle of dream bubbles and nothingness. It would probably be pretty cool if he wasn't thoroughly done with space of any sort.

"You're new, huh? What's with the thing?" Looking back to the woman, Dave taps at his own chest right over the gear symbol to indicate the device on her chest. "Is it a superpower thing, or is this your genderbent aviator Iron Man cosplay?"

observation deck

[ka_sera_sera]

For a few seconds, the only answer she gets is a grunt. The noise is brief, discomfited. He looks discomfited, too; if she looks like a child with a pile of Christmas gifts, Roland looks like a child who's just been given a plate piled up with peas. He glances down at the- the world, they call it a planet, don't they, hanging right there below him. Then he looks back up at the nearest convenient distraction. The planet seems both impossibly large and impossibly small, and the woman above him both bizarre, hanging in the air like that, and impossibly cheerful with it. Between the two, he focuses on the one closest to something his mind can accept.

"No," he answers her finally, another brief noise, this time irritated. "But you are. How long'd it take to be so? How much practice?"

[zippity]

Roland's reply is a strange one, and it takes some of Tracer's smile away to instead replace it with concern. She descends, catching the edge of the catwalk in order to flip herself over it with a bit of effort -- she hadn't quite mastered control of flying for an extended time.

"Dunno if it has much to do with practice -- just lookin' at things a little differently," Tracer offers in reply. Her life was a unique experience; while her power of empathy isn't supernatural, she is well practiced at it. In spite of her long legs, Tracer is easily dwarfed by Roland on the catwalk. "Somethin' I can do for you?"

[ka_sera_sera]

He watches her closely as she comes down, studying the way she moves though the air. He considers moving closer to the edge to meet her and, after a second, makes the effort to do it, his movements slow and precise, too deliberate. "Didn't mean to go asking favors of you."

Then he considers himself and realizes there is something he'd like to ask from her after all. He shakes his head. "Or maybe I did. One thing only, lady; then I'll let you get back to it. When you look at these things differently-" Here he waves a hand at the room. Not just the planet below but the high ceiling, the catwalk itself, all of it. "-what is it you see? I know what it is I see. Know it too well, I think. If you could show me all this through another set of eyes I think you'd be doing quite a lot for me."

hab deck dad's home

[mylawn]

76 doesn't exactly go out of his way to bust in on other people's sections of the habitat deck, the most notable exception being Watchpoint Gibraltar. He's content enough to use his own little area and that's about it, generally just fine with ignoring the vast majority of settings available to them.

That is, until he happens upon one that's very familiar and definitely hadn't been there a week ago. He finds himself wandering through the streets of King's Row like he isn't sure whether it's real or not. 76 has mostly come to terms with most of this being (in all likelihood) real, but then something like this happens and he starts to wonder again. Another place from his world showing up in the habitat deck can really only mean another person from his world is here.

He'd rather wonder about the Christmas decorations, instead. This is the part where, in examining one of the wreaths pinned to a door, he accidentally knocks it of the nail, fumbles with it unsuccessfully, and ultimately fails to catch it before it crashes to the ground. Oops.

[zippity]

She might not have supersonic hearing, but Tracer hadn't been that far away to start with, and the sound of at least one ornament breaking draws her attention. From afar, she frowns on her rooftop.

"Oi! Careful with that--"

Hang on. She recognizes that visor -- anyone who was involved (read: overinvested) with a global peacekeeping initiative kept tabs on the more scrupulous vigilantes and criminals. Soldier: 76 might have generally avoided her area of the world, but she knows of him. By proxy, he's really the first person she's come to recognize from home. Why would they bring someone like him here?

One step, two step, one ping two ping and Lena is in front of him a few feet away with her arms folded, a frown in her brow that doesn't look as if it belongs there.

"Can I help you?"

[mylawn]

Ah. Well, this makes sense, though 76 doesn't think he'll ever get used to people from Jack Morrison's past showing up all the time. He's a little hard-pressed to look surprised when she blinks in front of him, but it's easy to see that she's displeased. It could be because he knocked a wreath off a door, but more likely she recognizes him as the vigilante breaking into old Overwatch bases and stealing all their stuff.

McCree wasn't happy to see who he thought of as Soldier: 76, either, but Lena has pesonal investment in his activities. He's seen the museum footage. To say his feelings on the subject of Winston's recall are complicated would be an understatement.

"I was just looking."

He knows that with Reinhardt and Ana here (not indulging his vigilante crusade in the slightest), he needs to come clean on his own terms, especially while he has the chance. Knowing is one thing, however. Doing is another entirely.

Observation Deck

[jonesiseverywhere]

"Totally wicked!"

Hard not to like someone who, by all appearances, thinks pretty much like you do. Flying is totally rad as heck.

The footsteps get faster and suddenly turn into the sound of wheels on metal as he latches his skates to his feet to pick up as much speed as he can before vaulting over the railing and into the air.

Stunts are super easy when you can defy gravity. He twists and spins himself up to her level before coming to a stop. Maybe he's showboating a bit, but that's pretty much his normal mode.

"You new?"

[zippity]

Skates are equally rad. If she didn't rely on a lot of personal parkour to do her job, she might have considered moving around in a similar manner. But she has the chronal accelerator to help her get to places quickly, so its a moot point.

Lena finds herself giggling at Casey's showboating. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, and she's happy to see someone having fun while flexing their muscles.

"Seems like it. You're not?"

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey is nothing if not competitive and she seems receptive. This is going to be fun.

"Been here long enough for things to get crazy! Name's Casey, but when out superheroing I go by The Reaper."

Hab Deck

[leverageintceo]

There is a new tall thing on the Habitat Deck. Therefore, Parker must climb to the top of it and jump off. Since it's nearing Christmas (sure, Valor's Day seems to have taken on a lot of the Christmas-y symbolism, but. Christmas), Parker has swapped out her usual black-and-more-black wardrobe for something a little more eye-catching.

...Meaning that, whenever Tracer happens to glance up at Big Ben, she'll spy a blond dressed like an old fashioned nutcracker apparently free climbing her way up toward the clock face. Apparently, Tracer isn't the only one who doesn't mind a little ice-based danger.

[zippity]

Tracer is pretty entranced in her tasks, so Parker gets fairly high up before she notices her. And when she does notice her, she does a bit of a double take. Her eyes go wide with both shock and concern -- she'd already slipped plenty, but she had two failsafes for that.

There's no guarantee this woman does.

"Woah, woah, woah!"

Ping, ping, ping! Three quick flashes of blue and Tracer is balanced on the ledge nearest Parker, holding out a hand. "What in blazes are you doin' all the way up 'ere?"

[leverageintceo]

Parker doesn't let go of the ledge she's gripping when another woman appears in front of her in a zap of blue something, but it's a near thing. After a moment of uncomprehending staring, Parker pulls herself up onto the ledge along side the other woman and then takes her hand, pumping it once in a polite and firm handshake.

"Climbing," she answers. She's pretty sure it should be obvious (there's not a lot else she could really be doing), but it's probably rude to say so.

observation deck

[short_changed]

Connie was generally keeping to a limited area while she got her bearings and started introducing herself to the world. Some of it had gone better than she'd hoped, the rest had left her with a lot on her mind and an ache deep in her chest. The solitude and expansive view of the observation deck is a welcome change from her quarters, though she should probably look into fixing that sometime. Dressed in a casual outfit that she could slip by without drawing attention she's just about to lean against the railing when a voice catches her attention.

She jerks her head up to the flying woman, something else she'll have to get used to seeing, and tips her head in a small nod.

"I suppose so. Sorry, didn't mean to bother you."

[zippity]

Everyone seemed so shy around these parts. Having come from an organization full of odd folks herself, it strikes her as incredibly odd somewhere deep down. But she can't exactly fault anyone for it -- it must be strange. It encourages her to be even more friendly in spite of it.

Lena makes an inviting gesture.

"Not a bother at all! Just testin' out the hardware!" she says, flashing her flight ring. "Come on up!"

[short_changed]

"You seem to have a pretty good grasp of it already," Connie answers with a small smile.

Not that she can blame the other woman for her excitement, flight without jet packs or risking what happened to Georgia? That's pretty damn sweet. Casting a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure they were more or less alone, Connie slowly rises into the air to join her.

king's row heyo

[justicecoulduseanap]

Ana had been wandering a bit herself through the habitat deck, wasting a bit of time before heading to the medbay to get her arm, currently in a sling, looked at. It had been a bit of a long story, but let's just say that long solo mission she'd just gotten back from could have gone better.

Ana hadn't exactly been to King's Row many times, but with how often it had been in the news back home after the assassination of Tekhartha Mondatta, she recognized it fairly quickly. It didn't exactly take long for her to guess exactly whose section this was after that. The zipping around and blue flashes everywhere served only to reinforce her conclusion.

Subtlety thy name was not, Lena Oxton.

Still, this was the first time since Reinhardt that she'd had to let someone know she wasn't dead like she'd pretended to be for the past several years, so she wasn't exactly intent on just sneaking up on the poor girl unannounced.

She pulled down her visor to conceal her face, hoping to break the news to Lena relatively slowly, before wandering out into the middle of the snow covered streets in full view.

She'd let Lena notice her first. After her long mission, she didn't have quite the energy to try and catch up with the young speedster.

first dad now mom happy christmas to lena

[zippity]

There are some subtle differences. All the entrances to the underground have appeared to have been integrated into the rest of the city, leaving no separation between omnic and human. Whatever tensions were still running back home, Lena had no interest in revisiting them here.

Eventually, Ana's darker colors paint a spot in her peripherals on the white landscape, and her attention is drawn. There's a moment's hesitation where she catches her balance and turns around to ping back to the ground a few feet away from her.

She thinks she might've seen this woman before -- at least the visor. Some sort of file they'd stored away that Winston had tried to show her once. No sense in dwelling too much on it -- if they were here, they weren't causing trouble as far as she could guess. And even if she wanted to, Lena was more than confident in her ability to distance herself before obtaining lasting damage.

"Sorry love, didn't see you there," she offers, dusting her hands free of the glitter that had shed from one of the ornaments she'd just hung.

your present is disappointment and angst

[justicecoulduseanap]

"Sorry to startle you," Ana replied amicably, though the visor probably dampened that somewhat.

Lena might find her voice familiar, though since the last time she'd heard it, Ana's voice had aged noticeably, due to the effects of both time and sorrow. Between that and being slightly muffled by the visor, her voice might not be immediately recognizable.

"I was just admiring your work. You've made this place look quite lovely."

She offers her hand out in greeting.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss...?"

Ana suspected a masked, cloaked stranger already knowing her name probably wouldn't exactly put Lena at ease, so for the moment she decided to play up the 'stranger' part of that role.

Habitat Deck/King's Row

[bachido]

On his way back from the cafeteria one morning (at least, as much of a morning as they got in space), Kubo tried to take a shortcut through the Habitat deck and got lost in the new environment. He wandered King's Row with his one eye wide open with curiosity, shamisen on his back and a bag of cooling gyoza in his hand.

At this rate breakfast was going to get cold before he got it back to Mother in their quarters. He frowned slightly. The winding streets might put him farther away from the direction he'd been trying to go, and now he wasn't even sure which road he'd come down. He kept an eye out for people to ask directions from as he wandered.