granpulse | spooky scary skeletons is my jam

[There is a tall man wearing a Jack o' lantern head on top of his own. Now, it's the Halloween season and the underwater city of Rapture already has its fair share of people who dress gaudily in and out of holiday seasons. Hell, there's already a lot of Rapture children who are dressed in ~~Andrew Ryan approved~~ costumes and are hand in hand with parents, demanding candy, like the brats they are. In a way, Mr. Jack O' Lantern doesn't stand out, but on the other hand... It's still kind of strange.

Probably because he's standing completely still in front of a clothing department store, silent, stoic, and very unnerving. It seems that the owner inside is debating whether to ask him to move or not, lest he makes an unnecessary call to the police. But he really isn't DOING anything so that makes it okay??]

Edited 2016-10-12 04:47 (UTC)

[if this had been another world, another time, another place, Elizabeth might have enjoyed Halloween. she'd read about it in the many books she'd gone through while growing up in her tower, but she'd never actually experienced the holiday—kind of hard to do when you can never leave your place of residence (she'd be loath to call it "home"). but this is Rapture she's found herself in, where life is anything but fun and games, no matter what the underwater city's residents would have themselves believe.

to help better integrate herself into Rapture's society and familiarize herself with its customs, Elizabeth Comstock (job applications had called for a last name, and she hadn't been able to think of anything else off the top of her head; she so wishes she could have gotten a do over) has taken to wandering the dangerous streets in her off time. the person with the jack o'lantern on his head definitely catches her eye; her first instinct is to think that he's a splicer, but when he continues to stand there stoically, she begins to feel otherwise. uncharacteristic behavior, for one. hmm... it is close to Halloween...

everything she's learned about survival during her time in Columbia tells her to just leave him alone, but her curiosity—which she's never fully been able to turn off—gets the better of her. cautiously, she treads softly toward him, and calmly says,]

Can I help you?

[Mr. Pumpkin Head shifts slightly so that he turns to look towards the person talking to him. Ah, a young lady.

He's silent for a few seconds before he speaks up.]

Not really.

[Another uncomfortable few seconds before he speaks again. His tone of voice is monotone and his words come out choppy as if he has difficulty vocalizing.]

Waiting. For someone. We're not from here.

[... That might be a dangerous thing to admit in Rapture, but oh well. He doesn't really sound concerned oddly enough.]

"Not from here."

[she repeats it, if only to make that a mental note on the guy, along with the other details she's garnering from the way he presents and expresses himself. that explains a few things, she guesses, though it does open up a bunch of other questions she now has. hm.

she has to wonder, though. if he's not a Rapture pioneer, two questions are of utmost importance: where is he from, and does he understand exactly where he's come to? she keeps these to herself for now, instead opting to offer,]

Well, from one visitor to another—waiting out here in the open isn't exactly the safest option.

Seems fine. People dressed up. Not any different.

[Meaning, he doesn't think he stands out THAT much from what there is and who there is to see around Rapture.]

... Visitor too. [Referring to Elizabeth of course.]

Where's your exit?

[well, she can't exactly share her spacetime continuum powers with others. hrm... how to spin the tale... it's not like she likes to lie, but she doesn't really have a choice in the matter at hand. coolly, she responds,]

Not part of the plan, at the moment. I'm here for... business reasons.

[nailed it.]

Did your contact specifically say to meet right here?

Yes.

[A beat.]

Mostly. Would catch up eventually.

[Speak of the devil...

The man points behind Elizabeth at a couple that's approaching closely.]

Edited 2016-11-02 05:00 (UTC)

[Iona is linked arms with a casual date, wearing a nice top hat and suit while she, is dressed in appropriate 1950s style date clothes. She's chatting away cheerfully with the young man.]

... Thanks for showing me around Donny! I don't get to go out often, believe it or not.

The pleasure's mine, Miss Oakes! Think we could do this again?

[Iona laughs lightly, waving her hand as she lets go of her date's arm.]

Who knows? You gotta go visit me first. I told you, that's how it pretty much works! [They part there after she sees Oren and lights up. She waves to her date and bounds over to Oren, not noticing Elizabeth at first.]

Hey, I'm ready to go back and... [Oh, hi Liz. She blinks and then grins.]

Ooooh? Mr. Pumpkinhead got himself a date??

[the man's companion surprises Elizabeth a little bit, if only because of the stark contrast between the two. at least one of them had seemed to understand how to fit into the hustle and bustle that Rapture provided, she guesses. momentarily taken back by the assumption, she pauses for a bit before replying,]

Not quite. But, if he needs a cover story for being here, I suppose that can be arranged.

We can say he has TWO dates now!

[Iona, don't be like this... Still, she looks at Elizabeth curiously, but unlike Oren, figures that Elizabeth is just part of the city like everyone else.]

It's nice of you to offer though. Donny back there was pretty good at keeping up a story for me too. Two nice people in this city? That's a good record.

[she can definitely seem a little more fitting in Rapture than the other guy... kindness in the underwater city is limited, but she's at least glad the other woman had been able to find some of it, instead of the other likely outcome.

Elizabeth keeps her voice even as she casually gestures to Oren.]

Your friend already mentioned that you two aren't from here. I'm of the opinion that outsiders should look out for each other.

[ Sure hope you weren't in the middle of focusing on something important or were hoping for some privacy or quiet time or anything, Lúcio, because who else is going to be barging into the room--on the rare occasion that there are no Overwatch assignments underway and that these two have some downtime between their other engagements--other than Hana Song?

That's right, there is no one else. Only D.Va. ]

Lúcioooo-- [ and she draws out his name for probably longer than should be allowed as she enters, not really watching where she's going because she's busy looking down at her phone. ]

What're you gonna be for halloween, dude?

[quiet time is a luxury to Lúcio, the man who'd gone from being a simple DJ to spearheading a full-scale revolution to fighting alongside the legendary Overwatch organization. but that, of course, should prepare him for the concentrated burst of energy known as D.Va. at the very least, Hana is nothing like the hardships and turmoils he's faced to be able to lounge here on this couch —he actually likes

it's with a laugh that he slides his headphones off and rests them around his neck, reclining in his seat. if nothing else, he admittedly enjoys indulging in the advanced tech and furniture that one can buy with sweet Overwatch money.]

You too, D? I swear, everyone's been getting hyped up on this. Except maybe 76, heh.

[note how he expertly avoids the question. he throws a pillow onto the seat where he hopes she'll look up from her phone long enough to see; if not, she's at least got a cushy thing to land on.]

[ If texting while walking was an Olympic sport, Hana Song would win the gold for South Korea.

Which is to say, she maneuvers her way successfully around whatever obstacles may lie between herself and the seat next to Lúcio, and takes her spot on the pillow he'd just thrown there seconds ago by flopping onto it. Teamwork. ]

I think Mercy's gonna be a witch or something super typical. And Rein's gonna be a Yeti or whatevs.

[ There's a bit of a conspiratorial glint in her eyes, a mischievous edge to her grin, when her gaze finally lifts from her phone's screen and up at him. ]

We [ yes, we as in Lúcio and her. whether he likes it or not. ] have to go hard on our costumes!

[oh no. he knows what that smile means. it means he is about to get dragged into Hana's shenanigans and she's not going to take no for an answer. not that he particularly minds most of the time, but some of her ideas are a little... too enthusiastic for him... even though he is the guy who sometimes dresses up as a Daft Punk-esque frog costume on stage. come on, he's got an appreciation for the classics.

still, he raises an eyebrow and leans forward in response, folding his arms atop his knees.]

Hey hey hey, since when is this a "we" thing?

Since right now.

[ Like, literally, it was decided just at this very second. ]

I saw this hilarious meme from like, forever ago and it made me think of you--

[ which is when she turns her phone around so he can see its screen and, yes. here come dat boi is playing on it. Hana's face, meanwhile, is lit with a wild excitement and amusement. ]

--I totally thought you should dress up as that! But then it wouldn't be a pair costume.

[... Lúcio honestly can't do anything but laugh in a strange mixture of genuine amusement and disbelief. how else is he supposed to react? what were the choices that led him to this moment, where famous internet celebrity turned freedom fighter Hana "D.va" Song would be telling him to dress up as a unicycling frog? life has such strange ways of turning out.]

Hana—[oh, here we go, he's real naming now,]—no matter how hard you try, I'm not gonna be an ancient meme from my grandpa's age. How did you even find something like that, anyway?

spooky scary skeletons is my jam

this is halloween and welcome to jackass

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good lord im sorry i forgot about this

no problemo o/

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get rekt, lucio

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wow wtf i didn't even notice i spaced tf out in the middle of the last tag

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