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[zippity]

How's it so many of you are runnin' about and not bringin' back any stories with you? Some of us could use it you know! Instead of havin' 'em all dumped out when they drop those spots on the news, anyway.

[Ahem.

Tracer is broadcasting from the monitor room, where she's clearly been serving out her duties with as much patience as she can muster (read: not a lot). Even with all of the activity, Tracer can't deal with the tedium. She's rigged up a way to continuously spin herself in a chair while she spends time dispatching Legionnaires as is expected of her. Even with that, she's incredibly restless, and has herself perched in the window, lounging on the sill in a manner that probably would be considered unsafe if she weren't capable of rewinding time around her.

Overwatch's systems were mostly automated. When a warning went out, the Strike Team left -- and that was the end of it. This dispatching nonsense makes her thankful that it never got quite as large, but also makes her nostalgic.

That's not the only thing, but. Well, its a big part of it. And while she's trying to think of a way to bring up that first thing without outing herself, she can be seen tapping her fingers nervously on the big glowing machine on her chest.]

...speakin' of stories. How many of you lot got families back where you came from? Maybe a better half...

[She pauses here -- not too long though. Don't want to be suspicious.]

...do you think they're still lookin' for you? It's been a tick, hasn't it?

Comments

[ghost_bait]

I... [She hesitates a long while, as if not sure she should anything.] do not.

And I don't think anyone would come looking for me, either.

[zippity]

What makes you say that, love?

[Genuine curiosity, because surely everyone has someone.]

[ghost_bait]

It's... it's a bit complicated. I... I suppose the easiest version is that there is simply no one left.

[zippity]

No one?

[Lena suddenly looks very concerned. It was a real threat as she understood, back during the Omnic Crisis. The idea that it happened elsewhere is--well.]

[ghost_bait]

[Miku nods, once, short. Her mother and Mafuyu's deaths are still fresh, and it's hard to think about them.] No one.

[zippity]

I'm so sorry, love. Really.

[She sounds it. She's even slumped a little in the window.]

I guess bein' here must be nice. Havin' company around and such, even if its mostly strangers.

[ghost_bait]

It's okay, really. [She smiles, as if trying to alleviate Tracer's sad face.] It happened long enough ago that it doesn't hurt so much, and short enough ago that I still can remember their voices.

[zippity]

[Well that's--one way to look at it. She probably shouldn't critique a complete stranger on how to deal with grief. So she manages a smile for comfort's sake.]

Well, this place has done stranger things -- maybe they'll turn up.

[ghost_bait]

[Miku furrows her brow; clearly the thought never occurred to her.] You might be right...

...well, that's certainly something to think about!

[zippity]

I wouldn't wish this sorta thing on anyone who didn't ask for it but...well, it sounds like it might benefit you, in this case.

[And that's what she wants!!! Happiness!!!]