>>2030093

October 31, 2081, 20:00 GMT
Watchpoint Gibraltar

You are Seeker, the fledgling leader of the international vigilante justice team of Overwatch, and you are in your cramped dorm room putting the finishing touches on your costume. Apparently the team has a tradition of taking Halloween off for a get-together, elaborate costumes highly encouraged. You weren't about to miss out on that. So you scrounged up an outfit for yourself:

>Batman
>Ghostbuster
>Vampire
>Write-in

>>2030093
>>Write-in
Swamp monster

>>2030124
>Guy Manuel from Daft Punk

>>2030124
>>Batman

>>2030124
>Write-in
I dig the Swamp Monster

>>2030124
>Vampire

>>2030093
>>Write-in
The Invisible Man.

>>2030133
Switching to this.

>>2030124
>daft punk.
I have no imagination.

>>2030143
>implying that won't be sombra if she decides to gatecrash

>>2030124
>Vampire

>>2030124
>Write-in
Deadpool, complete with cancerface makeup.

>>2030124
> Red Hood

>>2030124
>>Write-in
Indiana Jones.

>>2030124
Supporting
>Guy Manuel from Daft Punk

>>2030124
Arkham Knight/Red Hood

>>2030124
Indiana Jones is def the best.

>>2030124
That one guy in Titanic that bonks his head on the propeller

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>>2030225

>Guy Manuel from Daft Punk

Basically our normal outfit, but much classier! Writing.

>>2030124
Indiana Jones

Who supplies the overwatch quest art? Like the one of witch mercy used on the first post?

>>2030243
>Halloween
>Dress up as.. yourself.

>>2030260
Google.com

He's quite the based drawfag.

>>2030261
Nah man it's a musician from centuries ago

you wouldn't get it

>>2030261
No, we’re dressing up as that guy from Daft Punk which just so happen to have similar aesthetic to us

Reinhardt's gonna be the only one who gets our costume, isn't he?

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>>2030124
>>2030243


Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5EofwRzit0

You adjust your suit cuffs, pull your golden gloves tight, and put on your helmet. It's the same one you usually wear around, you've just programmed it to display bars of light in rainbow colors. Daft Punk is a classic electronic duo from around the turn of the century, some of their more popular hits still recognizeable even today. As a fan of cool helmets, you always appreciated Guy Manuel's look, and today seems like the perfect day to try it out for yourself.

All finished, you head outside and proceed through the hangar towards the lounge. From the sounds of things, people are already getting started.

Outside the lounge doors, you meet McCree escorting an embarassed Mercy. McCree has a pretty decent costume as an old-fashioned Minuteman, an American Revolution freedom fighter. But it's hard to pay attention to that as your eyes are drawn like a magnet to Mercy's rather revealing witch costume.

"What do you think?" she asks you, uncertain.

"Amazing," you say, not meaning the costume, but she takes it as a compliment to the outfit.

"Do you really think so?" she says, smoothing out her long skirt. "I found this old thing in storage in Zurich, added a few accessories, made a new hat--" She adjusts her witch's hat by its wide brim. "I do hope it's all right."

McCree shakes his head. "I'm tellin' ya, Angie, it's more than all right. You really just gotta relax. She takes costumes real serious like," he adds as an aside to you.

"Jesse!" she hisses, embarassed.

>It looks great. Really.
>McCree's right. Just relax and have fun.
>Don't accidentally hex me, all right?
>Oh ho, so you're one of those, doc? A costume fan?
>Write-in

>>2030366
>>Don't accidentally hex me, all right?

>>2030366
>Don't accidentally hex me, all right?
>Wait “in a storage” you mean this ain’t the first time you wore it? are you a costume fan doc?

>>2030366
>Oh ho, so you're one of those, doc? A costume fan?

>>2030366
>You cosplay, Doc?

>>2030366
>>Oh ho, so you're one of those, doc? A costume fan?
>>It looks great. Really.

As an aside, how's things on your end, Halloween-wise, Raven?

>>2030366
>>It looks great. Really.
>>Don't accidentally hex me, all right?

>>2030366
>It looks great. Really.
>Don't accidentally hex me, all right?

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"Don't hex me by accident, all right, doc?" you say, putting up your hands. "I don't want to turn into a frog."

"Offend not the witch of the wilds, and you shall remain un-hexed," Mercy says with a small laugh.

"I'll mind my tongue. The costume looks great, though. Really. Although -- you said you found this in storage?" You put a hand to the chin of your helmet, thinking. "I see. So you're one of those people. Heh. I never would've guessed, doc."

Mercy clutches her witch's staff a little closer. "Wh-what do you mean, "those people"?"

"A costume fan. You made this whole thing yourself, right? And I'm betting it's not the only outfit you had conveniently lying around in your storage, is it? And you said you didn't have any hobbies. Now I know the truth. You're a cosplayer!"

Mercy's ears are burning from embarassment, but McCree comes to her rescue. "All right, kid, cut her some slack. Neither of us are really in a position to talk about crazy outfits, right?" He gestures to the lounge doors. "Let's head inside."

Before you get there, a girl's voice calls out at you. "Stop right there, criminal scum!"

You turn to see D.Va rushing up to you, dressed in a police officer's uniform. She pauses in front of you, hands on her knees, and while still trying to catch her breath stammers out, "Y-you violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence. Your stolen goods are now forfeit!" She thrusts a fake police badge marked with her rabbit logo at you with a smile.

The other two don't get the joke, but they still like D.Va's cop costume. She flashes a peace sign to them and poses. "I can even make this look good!" She then turns back to you and levels her finger at you. "You're under arrest, mister!"

"Under what charge?"

"You're under arrest for -- for -- resisting arrest!"

"This is pretty accurate to real police encounters," you observe to Mercy and McCree.

>All right, officer. I accept my punishment.
>You can't take me down, lawman!
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?
>Write-in

>>2030493
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?

>>2030493
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?

>>2030493
>>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?

>>2030493
>Tongue out emoji and run

>>2030493
>You can't take me down, lawman!
>Unless you're just looking for an excuse to play with some handcuffs

>>2030493
>You can't take me down, lawman!
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?

>>2030493
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?
>I mean real cops. Those little guys that run around on hoverscooters at the mall don't count.

BULLI

>>2030493
>>Write-in

>AM I BEING DETAINED?!

>>2030493
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?
Having said that I thought we were kinda short. Feel like we're walking into a trap.

>>2030493
>>All right, officer. I accept my punishment.
say
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?
quietly to her

>>2030493
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?
and then
>All right, officer. I accept my punishment.
to placate her.

>>2030493
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?

>>2030493
>write in
>am I being detained!

>>2030493
>>You can't take me down, lawman!

>>2030493
>>You can't take me down, lawman!

>>2030512
>I DO NOT CONSENT
>I DO NOT RECOGNIZE YOUR MUNICIPALITY
>I OBJECT!

>>2030505
Second

>>2030505
>>Unless you're just looking for an excuse to play with some handcuffs

Adding this.

>>2030511
Changing to >>2030505
I still like mine a lot though

>>2030505
Changing to support. God damn. Ruthless.

>>2030505
Support - Our only true option

>>2030493
>Write in Begone Thot

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>You can't take me down, lawman!
>Unless you're just looking for an excuse to play with some handcuffs

Writing.

>>2030561
>Isn't there a height restriction on cops?

This too.

>>2030561
>>2030568
MAXIMUM BULLY

>>2030568
when do we stop doing slice of life and move to the meat of the quest?

>>2030613
>he doesn't want a fun halloween episode
>he thinks ANUBIS trying to hijack adaptive tech is slice of life

>>2030613

In due time, chill. Do you somehow dislike SoL in between shadowrun segments?

>>2030613
Today is a special spooky slice of life episode. I'm sure Reaper will come and insult our stitching or something, but I doubt much will happen.

>>2030493
>>2030561

"You can't take me down, lawman," you say defiantly, playing along at first.

"Oh yeah?" D.Va adopts a tough guy stance. "You gonna do this the hard way, pal?"

"Sure -- unless you're just looking for an excuse to play with some handcuffs?"

D.Va takes a step back, shocked and caught off guard. McCree guffaws. D.Va scowls and is about to reply, when you say, "Besides, I don't think your badge is legit. Aren't there height restrictions on cops?"

That draws a laugh from Mercy too. She stops herself in an attempt to be polite and spare D.Va's feelings, but the damage to her pride is done.

"STFU, manlet," D.Va says, fuming. She rolls her eyes as she puts her bunny badge back in her pocket, and gives you a "talk to the hand" gesture as she walks past towards the lounge. "C'mon, I'm thirsty! Let's get some drinks!"

The bully wars continue, you think, following behind D.Va. Whose ass looks pretty great in those pants, you note off-hand.

Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9We2XsVZfc#t=0m12s

Inside the lounge is a brightly lit scene of celebration. With the new security detail on patrol, all the agents can be here, and most of them have already arrived. Behind the bar, a serving drone is passing out drinks. "I better take over here for a bit," McCree says. "That thing don't understand the finer points of drink mixin'." Near the bar you see Winston, dressed as an old-fashioned jungle explorer, at the same table as Reinhardt, who's wearing a frizzy white wig, oversized fake glasses and an ill-fitting suit that somehow contains his massive frame. Albert Einstein. Nice. They're squaring off across the table -- are they about to arm wrestle? This could be interesting.

D.Va waves and winks at you as she rushes off to join Genji and Hanzo at the video arcade machine in back. The Shimada brothers are dressed as the Super Mario Brothers. Genji in his Luigi outfit is laughing heartily as he claps a hand on the shoulder of his brother Hanzo, dressed as Mario, who endures his embarassment with stoic resolve. D.Va chatters at Genji, who nods and joins her at the game machine. You'd also enjoy another chance at humiliating D.Va at video games, although -- and it pains you to admit this -- she's mostly kicked your ass so far.

You could also just cruise the room, see what everyone is wearing, drop in on some conversations, get a drink from the bar. In short, that most delicate and refined of party arts -- mingling!

>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.
>Challenge D.Va and Genji to video games.
>Mingle with the crowd, talk to everyone.

>>2030682
>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.
Dillon! You son of a bitch!

>>2030682
>>Challenge D.Va and Genji to video games.
Duh

>>2030682
>Mingle with the crowd, talk to everyone.

>>2030682
>>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.
I'm genuinely curious.

>>2030687
Second

>>2030682
>Mingle with the crowd, talk to everyone.

>>2030682
>>Mingle with the crowd, talk to everyone.
huh no Torb,Tracer and Bastion

>>2030682
>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.

>>2030682
>>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.
Is Lucio on DJ duty?

>>2030682
>>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.

Call dibs on next match!

>>2030692
The crowd is basically everyone I didn't mention in the post, including those three.

>>2030699
ok

>>2030682
>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.
I'm so on the fence with this one. Either option is completely ok with me.

>>2030696
Don't. We like our arms; and our dignity.

>>2030682
>Mingle with the crowd, talk to everyone.

>>2030682
>>Challenge D.Va and Genji to video games.

>>2030682
>>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.
I'm waiting for this to actually be a battle of wits as Reinheardt tries to out science Winston

>>2030682
>>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.

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>Watch Reinhardt and Winston arm wrestle.


Writing!

Am I actually on time for once?
Awesome.

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You take a seat at the bar near Winston and Reinhardt's table. "McCree, get me something good."

"Sure thing, kid." McCree pours you something the color of ancient amber, adds a splash of something green, then slides you the glass. You take a sip, and it feels like a firecracker going off in your stomach and spreading out to your toes.

Winston adjusts his glasses with his free hand, smiling beneath a big fake moustache, pith helmet perched on his head. "Hello there, Seeker. Just joining us?"

"Yeah, and I've got perfect timing because I'm here just in time to see this." You sit eagerly on the edge of the bar stool, looking over the scene of the impending clash.

Bastion is "seated" in partial transformation mode across the table from you. He's wearing a white sheet draped over his head, with two holes cut out. His large central eye is visible through one, and he beeps and waves at you when he sees you.

"Hey, Bastion! Glad you could join us! Although -- uh -- who made him a ghost sheet? And why are there two holes when he has one eye?"

"No one's owned up to it yet, " Winstons says, shrugging. "Maybe they're embarassed after making two eye holes?"

Reinhardt says, "Our friend here has agreed to referee our contest. This day, Winston," he says, levelling a massive finger at the gorilla. "This day shall be the day I reclaim my title."

"We'll see about that, sir," Winston says, a gleam in his eye. "I don't intend to lose."

The two combatants get into position, clasping their hands together and planting their elbows, muscles and tendons flexing as they prepare. Bastion emits a sound something like a ring bell. And the contest is on. Both Winston and Reinhardt strain and push, neither able to gain an advantage over the other. Moments drag on as they both grunt in frustration, still deadlocked in the center. You watch the display of strength in awe, holding your breath. Winston shifts his grip to gain leverage, but Reinhardt is ready for the maneuver and surges forward, gaining ground. Winston struggles mightily to hold on, but can't recover, and Reinhardt thumps his fist to the table, emerging the victor.

"Hah hah!" The gigantic German shouts, raising his arms as he stands up. "I triumph! That gives me the lead!"

Winston sighs as he takes out his datapad to check. "Yes, just as we thought. You now hold the lead, 66 to 65, dating back to my first year." He grunts and puts it away, then flexes and rotates his shoulder. "We'll see just how long it lasts, shall we?"

"I look forward to you trying," Reinhardt says, cracking his knuckles. "For now, we must drink! Drink to honor, drink to glory, drink to smiting our enemies down to the ground! Jesse!" he roars, turning to the bar.

McCree thumps four beer glasses down on the bar. "Already prepared, old-timer. Have at it."

(Continued)

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Voomp! A blue energy streak arrives next to you, resolving itself into Tracer -- in a maid outfit? Woah, hold on a second --

"Bloody hell, did I miss it?" she says. "I was hopin' to watch those two go at it."

"Holy shit you look cute," you blurt out. "I -- I mean --"

"Aw, thanks, luv!" Tracer takes hold of her skirt and attempts a curtsey. "I thought I should wear something appropriately British. I originally thought RAF, but Brigitte already had the aviator thing holed up."

Tracer points over at the engineer who's wearing what's probably an Amelia Earheart costume, a fur-fringed flight jacket with her hair pulled up inside a flight cap with goggles. She's chatting and laughing with Mercy and Torbjorn, who's wearing an elaborate pirate outfit complete with hat, jacket, pirate hook, and small cannons adorning his backpack forge. Also with them is Mei, who's found some search-and-rescue gear, complete with flashlight helmet. In the rear at the arcade machine, Genji clutches his head in agony while D.Va laughs gleefully, and Hanzo shakes his head at the inevitability of it all.

Tracer sits on the barstool next to you. McCree hands both of you a beer, and she drains half of hers in one go. "Wew! That hit the spot." She wipes foam off her mouth and looks at you with a guileless smile. "So what do you wanna do?"

>Go witness Genij's humiliation at the hands of D.Va.
>See if Bastion's enjoying himself.
>Join the main group, see what they're talking about.
>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.
>Let's just hang out here. No rush.
>Write-in.

>>2030942
>>Go witness Genij's humiliation at the hands of D.Va.
>>See if Bastion's enjoying himself.

>>2030942
>Dance with Tracer

>>2030942
>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.
Look after our own.

>>2030950
Aw shit anon, you're tempting me.

>>2030950
Soon, anon. Soon.

>>2030942
>Let's just hang out here. No rush.

>>2030942
>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.

>>2030942
>>See if Bastion's enjoying himself.
>>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.

>>2030942
>>Go witness Genij's humiliation at the hands of D.Va.
>>See if Bastion's enjoying himself.

>>2030942
>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.
We can't be the only newcomer to the yearly festivities at the Watchpoint, can we?

>>2030942
>Go witness Genij's humiliation at the hands of D.V.
>Join the main group, see what they're talking about.

>>2030942
>>Let's just hang out here. No rush.

>>2030942
>>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.
THE FUN IS MANDATORY!

>>2030942
>>Let's just hang out here. No rush.

>>2030942
>Go witness Genij's humiliation at the hands of D.Va.
>See if Bastion's enjoying himself.

>>2030942
>Go witness Genij's humiliation at the hands of D.Va.
>See if Bastion's enjoying himself.

>>2030960
Fuck, that didn't come out right. In any case, all the newbies should stick together, right?

>>2030942
>>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.

>>2030942
>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.

>>2030942
>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.

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>>See if Maeve is around. She seems to be the only one missing.

I'd better call this before we tie again. Writing!

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Something occurs to you. "Have you seen Maeve? Just wondering where she is. Outside of the security forces who are all on patrol, I think she's the only one not here."

Tracer scans the room, then nods. "Target spotted at two o'clock, cap'n."

The main door, now propped open, is in that direction. Outside in the shadows, you can just make out Dr. Carrol, dressed in her ordinary labcoat. She seems unsure of whether to come inside or not.

"Let's help her out," you say to Tracer, who follows you to the entrance and outside.

Maeve looks away as you approach. "I -- I'm sorry, it's just -- I'm not used to this sort of thing."

"It's all right," you reassure her. "I know social events in the corporate environment can be weird., There's no pressure here. You don't have to be the life of the party or anything. But we'd like it if you came inside and just hung out for a while. You'd probably enjoy it, too. Hmm ... there's just one problem, though."

"Problem?"

"Sure. You need a costume."

Maeve looks at you, incredulous. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely." You look at Tracer and adopt a high-class British accent. "I assume you're prepared for this situation, Miss Oxton?"

"You betcha, Mister Seeker Sir."

"Then so be it." You clap your hands twice, and Tracer zips off, blinking repeatedly. She soon returns in a gust of wind, blowing Maeve's labcoat and hair about.

The scientist starts to straighten her hair, then realizes Tracer's put something on her head. Slowly she feels the shape of it. Her face turns to shock and disgust. "Cat ears?!"

You burst out laughing, partly at Maeve's expression, and partly at the silly furry cat ears now perched on her head. "It's perfect! Come on!"

Against Maeve's protests, you and Tracer encourage her inside and up to the bar, where she gets some fruity cocktail with a long name from McCree. While you and Tracer talk, she sits quietly next to you and sips at her drink, observing the party, occasionally commenting on your conversation. After some time, you notice a subtle smile on her face.

Some signal has been given. The center of the room is clearing. Lights are moving into position. "Engaging dance mode," Athena's voice says, and the lights over that part of the room start to change colors in rhythmic patterns. The sound system kicks to life with an opening chord.

You look at Tracer to see her expectant gaze. Well. No two ways about this. You glance back at Maeve to see her waving you on. Standing, you extend your hand to Tracer. "Shall we?" She grins as she takes your hand, and you head out onto the dance floor.

>Roll to dance!

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2031052

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2031052
Ten!

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

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Rolled 2 (1d10)

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>>2031064
THE SAVIOR

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NF-kLy44Hls

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>>2031064
You ruined the spaghetithon

>>2031089
good

>>2031089
Oh, you say that, but Raven said that my roll changed it from sad spaget to cute spaget.

>>2031092
Acceptable

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>>2031052

Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIx_HbmRnQY#t=0m38s

Michael Jackson's spooky classic blasts over the sound system. You and Tracer grin at each other, remembering that the first time you danced together was to the same artist. As the King of Pop sings about ghouls and zombies, you both take the center of the floor and get down. The more athletic or fun-loving agents dance as well, forming a circle around you and Tracer, while the rest cheer on your displays.

Tracer laughs as she jive-steps and shows you some fancy footwork, then gives you a "what do you got?" gesture. You start to show her just what you got, but someone trips you from behind! You stumble forward, unable to balance, crashing into Tracer, knocking her over and landing on top of her.

"Oww!" Tracer winces. "This ain't a full contact sport, Seeker!"

"Sorry, I just -- shit, let me --"

"Hey, watch where you put your hands!"

Oh god. Just like my cartoons, you think as your face heats up. The team laughs at you, thinking that you tripped on your own. You quickly scan the crowd, searching the culprit -- there! With that smug grin!

"It was you!" you call out with fury and vengeance, getting up and chasing after D.Va, who shrieks and sprints away out the door, cackling with laughter. You chase her into the darkness, shouting, "It was youuuuu!"

(Continued)

>>2031131

OH SHIT

SHE KNOWS

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Some time later, unable to get your hands on the little rascal, you return, still trying to catch your breath. You were a little worried the team would be watching a recording of that or something, but the dance floor is still going. Straightening your jacket out and smoothing your cuffs, you head back inside. Tracer is leaning against the wall by the door, and swats you on the shoulder as you enter. "Nice one, doofus." She smiles to take any sting out of it, and waves at the dancers. "Go ahead. I'm tuckered out. Need another drink."

Mercy stands apart from the group, observing. "Hey," you say as you approach. "How's your night going?"

"Good, thank you." She holds up a hand to disguise a laugh. "Your dance steps earlier were quite inventive."

You sense Mercy's laughing with you, not at you, and the sound puts you at ease. "Oh, well, you know. I live to entertain." You notice her costume has slipped a little lower, and try to play it cool, instead looking at the dance floor. "Not a dancer?"

"In my youth, certainly, but I'm quite out of practice," she admits. "But perhaps--" She bites her lip, hesitating.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOFCQ2bfmHw#t=0m27s

The music switches gears, playing something more low-key, but still perfect for a Halloween dance. You sense an opportunity. "Seems like a good time, if you ask me. What do you say? Grant me a dance with the witch?"

"All right," she says, extending her hand. "Th-that is, if you're all right dancing with an old lady like me ..."

"It would be my absolute pleasure," you say, taking her hand and leading her to the floor.

You take up a position for a dance that is:

>Classy.
>Exciting.
>Playful.

>>2031143
>>Exciting.
>>Playful.

Both!

>>2031143
>Exciting.
>Playful.

>>2031143
>>Exciting.
La Passion, mademoiselle.

>>2031143
>classy

>>2031143
>Exciting.

>>2031143
>Playful

Also, old lady my rear end; she looks damn good.

>>2031143
>Exciting.
>Playful.

>>2031143
>Classy.
>Exciting

>>2031143
>Playful

>>2031143
>Playful

>>2031143
>>Classy.
>>Playful.

>>2031143
>Playful.
This is fun

>>2031159
Changing to exciting

No one wants to bring some fire and passion to Mercy's life with an Argentine tango?

okay

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>>2031175

Playful it is. Writing!

I loathe you all.


Just thought you should know that.

>>2031143
>>2031187

You and Mercy step onto the dance floor. The other agents step back, partly to give her wings space, and partly to bear witness to a rare event -- Mercy dancing. You see her trying to hide her embarassment, so you decide to keep things light-hearted, in the same tone as the song. Make her feel at ease, like she does for you. So you show off some silly and deliberately terrible dance moves to keep Mercy laughing, make sure she doesn't feel self-conscious. You give her the double-point after you finish one funny-looking hip sway, and she does it herself, and does it badly, but that's the whole point so it's not a problem. She has a big smile on her face by the time the song ends, so you go for another. And then one more.

Finally, Athena's Halloween soundtrack ends. You and Mercy are the last two on the dance floor. She smiles at you, her cheeks flush with excitement. "Seeker, that was -- that was fun. I forget about that, sometimes." She glances at the clock. "Oh dear, it's getting quite late. I'd better turn in. Business in the medbay tomorrow." She takes your hand and squeezes it for a moment. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," you say, squeezing back.

Mercy heads out, along with many of the other agents who have work tomorrow. The last few stragglers are seated on the couches, smoking McCree's cigars and engaging in that final Overwatch Halloween tradition: scary stories.

"And when they got closer," McCree is saying. "They saw that the horseman's head was nowhere to be seen. Vidal had come back!" Mei shrinks back in fear, while Reinhardt and Brigitte nod approvingly. Bastion beeps. "So those Rangers high-tailed it outta there before the headless rider could catch up with them. But they never escaped what they'd seen that night. Ever since, people say that on dark lonesome nights in Texas, you can still see El Muerto ridin' across the plains, searching for his head."

"A good story, Jesse," Reinhardt says, stroking his beard. "Almost scary. If you want to hear a true tale of terror--"

"Sorry, Rein, heard that Junkenstein one a few too many times." McCree looks around, and his eyes land on you. "How about you, kid? Any ghost stories to regale us with?"

"Not really," you admit. You didn't exactly get to go on camping trips to tell stories around the campfire when you were a kid.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Brigitte says. "Why don't we make one? Halloween Consequences." She takes out a datapad and starts arranging a text document. "We'll pass this around for everyone to fill in some words, without seeing whatever everyone else writes. Then the words will combine to make a story. I'll set it up like a horror movie." Brigitte writes in a word, then passes the pad over to Mei. "Make sure to use spooky Halloween words!"

On your turn when the datapad is passed over, you fill in:

(Three write-ins, make your own or vote for others')

>Monster
>Innocent Activity
>Weapon

>>2031235
>>Innocent Activity
HANDHOLDING

>>2031235
but the others are
>Monster
Qt loli

>Weapon
Cuddles

>>2031235

Oh hey, Mad Libs!

>>Monster
Flying Spaghetti Monster

>>Innocent Activity
Jetskiing

>>Weapon
Newspaper-wrapped mackerel!

>>2031235
>>Monster
Banshee
>>Innocent Activity
Knitting
>>Weapon
crossbow

>>2031235
>Monster
Jerry Seinfeld
>Innocent Activity
HANDHOLDING
>Weapon
Falcon Punch

>>2031238
Fuck it, this, whatever.

>>2031241
Okay nvm this is the superior option.

>>2031239
seconding this

>>2031241
this

>>2031239
This

>>2031235
>Monster
Disassembled nanites
>Innocent Activity
Eating dinner
>Weapon
Fire

>>2031235
>>Monster
Zombie
>Innocent Activity
Baseball
>Weapon
baseball bat

>>2031241
This

>>2031252
Get serious.

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>>2031241

>Monster
Jerry Seinfeld
>Innocent Activity
HANDHOLDING
>Weapon
Falcon Punch

Writing!

>>2031235
>Monster
Vampire

>Innocent Activity
Patty cake

>Weapon
Helicopter

>>2031235
>Innocent Activity
Hand Holding
>Weapon
Spaghetti

>>2031235
>>2031260

Brigitte takes the datapad after everyone's put in their entry. Amidst the growing cloud of cigar smoke, she reads off your masterpiece.

"A thirsty guy named Lee met a beautiful girl named Sally. But danger lurked, for the evil Jerry Seinfeld had risen from the dead! The two met at summer camp. Lee wore a skeleton onesie, while Sally wore a full suit of gothic plate armor." Brigitte peers at Reinhardt. "I wonder who could be behind this." She looks back down at the datapad."Together, they held hands." She fans herself. "My goodness, this story is heating up!"

McCree grins. "Should we allow the ladies to excuse themselves?"

Brigitte takes a puff from her cigar and continues."Lee said to Sally, "I like candy," just before he was brutally killed by Jerry Seinfeld by defenstration. Sally escaped to a haunted mansion, where she was cornered by the monster, who said, "Give me your brains!" But Sally found her courage and killed Jerry Seinfeld with a Falcon Punch."

Brigitte lowers the datapad. "I think we've discovered the height of gothic literature." You all have a good chuckle.

The energy in the room is spent. Everyone looks content and tired. McCree stretches and yawns. "Think we'd best call it a night. Thanks for comin', folks. Overwatch Halloween goes way back. Feels good to get back to tradition."

The last person to leave, you blow out the jack-o-lantern candles and turn off the lights before you go. You shut the lounge door behind you, then pull off your helmet and push your sweaty hair back. A cool fall breeze blows past.

Tomorrow you'll resume your duties with Overwatch, but for tonight, you and the others were able to lay all that aside, to relax and enjoy yourselves. It's something everybody needs. Even heroes.

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>>2031274

That's all for Overwatch Quest Halloween, everyone. Join us next time as we return to the storyline -- or if you like my writing, you can check out the currently active Thug Quest thread which will resume tomorrow:

>>2027196

Thanks for playing, and I hope you enjoyed yourselves. Happy Halloween!

>>2031277
This was a great thread Raven. Thanks for running.

>Sally wore a full suit of gothic plate armor.
I feel like someone framed Reinhardt.

>>2031277
thanks for running it, It was nice.

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>>2031052
>>2031277

Retroactively posting my other cute Maid Tracer picture.

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>>2031277
Thanks for the Halloween quest Raven, many fuzzies were had this night. I was secretly hoping there would have been some "unexplained spookiness" that was actually Seeker's/Athena's doing, but would have been written as if Seeker knew nothing about it to up the spoops for the players, to be revealed at the end. 10/10 would floor-tackle Tracer again.

Happy Halloween everybody!

Guys, don’t go overboard with bullying the littlest mechwarrior. We want to make her feel a welcome and valued member of the team, not just hope she will see through bullying.

And she doesn’t deserve to suffer anyway.

>>2031309
She gave as good as she got. It’s all good.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQfk5HykiEk

Turns out that Brigitte is Torbjorn's daughter.

>>2031309
Pretty sure Raven will give us a sign if we're starting to cross a line.

Whether that sign is picked up on is another matter entirely.