closed: the venga bus is coming

[mcscuseme]

Who: McCree + The fun bus (Reinhardt, Brigitte, Torbjorn)
What: McCree gets crushed to death by Reinhardt. Other stuff probably happens.
When: Idk like 2 hours after this
Where: Feyren.
CLOSED to those mentioned above.



[ It takes a solid two hours for McCree to eventually meander his way over to the coordinates Reinhardt had given him. He probably could have gotten there sooner, maybe moved a little faster, but he needed time to really steel himself for this meeting. It had been a long time since he had seen Reinhardt and Torbjorn, and if he had his way — and if he were still back home — it probably would have stayed that way.

but bitter as he might be about everything, they didn't deserve to be ghosted. Not here, especially, where everyone has been brought against their will. Seeing familiar faces from the past doesn't always have to be so terrible, he tells himself over and over... and over again as he steps into the area where they're parked.

He takes a deep breath, steps forward, and sees the door to the van swing open. Here we go. ]

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[hammernhasslehoff]

[IIIIIT'S THE FUN BUS.

It'd be a lie to say Reinhardt wasn't actually waiting for McCree. He was. He totally, totally was.

It'd been so long, and while the memory of Overwatch still stung, there was no denying that he missed the friends he'd made there. Exceedingly close or simply acquaintances, it didn't matter.

Those memories, those memories were the ones he wanted to hold on to.

So yes, the bus door opened wide, and out stepped the crusader, beaming from ear to ear, and coming in fast look out.

If McCree wasn't fast enough, he'd find himself immediately wrapped up in a crushing hug]

Jesse! Es ist so schön, dich zu sehen! I hope you didn't have any trouble finding us out here.

[mcscuseme]

[ He's not fast enough. And within seconds of arriving - and without the chance to even say hello - he's hoisted up into the air and crushed against Reinhardt's chest. His hat flies off into the dirt below them. He should have seen that coming. ]

Hrnng. [ He grunts at first, wiggling just a little to try and make some room to breathe properly. ] Nah, ain't no trouble. Hard to miss a beast like that anyway. [ He means the bus. But also Reinhardt. ]

'S good to see you too, Reinhardt. Y'mind puttin' me down now?

[hammernhasslehoff]

[One last squeeze... and he sets poor McCree down, clapping his hand upon his shoulder firmly.]

Of course, of course.

How have you been doing in Genessia so far? Where are you staying? The commons still?

[mcscuseme]

[ Thank god. He reaches down to retrieve his hat, dusts it off, and then ... leaves it off. Probably shouldn't be rude if he's going into their "home" or whatever you want to call it. ]

I usually end up 'round there, yeah. [ the same general area of the commons. ] Ain't like home, that's for sure. I don't even know what to do with myself.

You seem to have settled in nicely, though. Y'hear from anyone else from back home recently? Cause I sure have.