heat wave

[ To say 'it could be worse' would be a lie. Because in this moment - things could literally couldn't get any worse for Rosemary. Not only is she in a strange new place, but it's also the middle of a sunny afternoon and it's hot. She shields herself with her cloak; blocks the sun with it and hides in what shadows she can find, but that does nothing for the sweltering heat that seeps through even that. She's too scared to ask for help — too many people, too much noise, too confusing — in a city she doesn't know, and it's all about to catch up with her at once if she doesn't do something.

Keen eyes can see her skittering in and out of shadows - a hooded figure wrapped in a cloak that seems to encompass most of her form. If not, she won't be hard to miss later when she starts to pass out from heat stroke somewhere (anywhere) in the middle of town. A tall, wobbly figure stumbling from the shadows and slumping nearby. A low, pathetic whimper leaving her as her chest heaves.

This place sucks. ]


park

[ Whether escorted or simply managing herself to make her way there, Rosemary eventually gets to some kind of water source relatively secluded during the night time hours. This time her hood is down, exposing her wild black hair and what looks like wisps of black smoke that billow around her every so often. She splashes herself with water, sits on the edge and dips her feet in - feet that are bare and look to be hooked with long talon-like nails. Much like the ones one might see now on her fingers, claws that click against the stone around the edge of the fountain.

Any noise startles her. Her head tilting back to see who might be approaching as the swirls of shadow make themselves more obvious, obscuring - but only just - the blackness of her eyes as they hone in on whatever or whoever made the sound. ]


a really dumb network post (voice)

[ A loud clunk, followed by the clear sound of shuffling and banging leads one to believe that someone just dropped their phone and accidentally brought up the network. Which is exactly what happened. There is no follow up however - no apology, and they don't hang up. Instead, there's a low snarl of what might be annoyance, and a softly whispered: ]

No. [ before the phone clatters to the ground again. ]

[Anyone Familiar with Mordecai will find this video feed familiar, except... well. His mannerisms, proper as they apparently usually are are uh, absent. Instead his face is twisted into a rather manic, but confused grin.

At least "Mordecai" doesn't seem to be a child any longer?]

So lemme get somethin' straight here, mates. Chocolate eggs.... CAUSE THIS? [the upturn in volume is only amplified by confusion, and it's followed by a rather confused laugh.]

You've gotta be kiddin me. Never in my life did I expect to be a kitty cat. Or one that, ahaha, wore a suit. [He's already shed the tie, a vest, and he's doing his best to make himself comfortable. He holds up one hand, fingers splayed, claws showing.]

And these things? ain't all they're cracked up to be, hah.

[Sorry Mordecai, whenever you see this.]

☠1. [Video]

---

[This was not meant to be taken at all, but here we are. The shot is of the open sky, as though the device is on the ground or floor. Eventually one peg leg is visible, and a dirty booted leg -- It's junkrat, and he's dragging something along with him. As he pulls the bag that's practically bursting with metal scrap and what looks like wire, he pauses and frowns.] Oh, hey I was lookin' for you. Musta fallen outta my pocket. [he picks up the phone, the camera obscured by a dirty, black fingernailed hand.]

"HEY, where the hell do you think you're goin with my trash?!"

Oops, looks like I'm busted. -- Ain't yours anymore mate! I'VE got a use for it. [he pauses and looks at the video feed now, while the man he's "stealing" from continues to yell.] Oh hey, any ideas on how to get this guy to bugger off? You know, to make it a little easier on me.

☠2. [Action] Oooo, Shiny

---

[Junkrat's been busy, very busy. Today he's gathering metal scraps from stores, bits and pieces that have been tossed out and discarded. Batteries, wires, uncomplicated circut boards. You name it. It's all a little suspicious, but he seems happy with himself. He's probably even humming a little tune to himself as he walks by.

[[A]]Junkrat looks pretty unique, peg leg and metal arm, and general uh, dirty look. At least he's wearing some clothes, since the weather is chilly. He is, however, a striking 6'6", which can be a bit intimidating. It should also make it hard for him to be subtle, considering his everything. But he's doing a pretty good job of swiping things here and there. It's mostly junk, no one will miss it right? Unless you want to give him a hard time, or ask what the hell he needs this garbage for.]

[[[B]] Or he stops, in some cases. Should you have something on you that's metal of some kind or perhaps anything that might have the kind of circuit board he wants he'll stop and ask to see it, or ask for it out right. It's like he's some sort of very large, dirty magpie.]

Say, you still want that little bit of scrap? Can't really pay you anythin' for it but I'll ahaha, take it off your hands.

VIDEO; OPEN
[ There's a solid ten seconds after the video starts, where the woman operating the feed seems to be trying to right her phone. If one had to guess, based solely on her appearance, she probably has minimal experience with cellphones. She gets it though, eventually, and smiles. ]

Hello everyone! My name is Lioriley. I arrived here a few days ago and did not have the chance to introduce myself properly. As you can imagine — and I suppose such a response would be common, given the circumstances — I needed some time to right myself and adjust to the current... situation.

[ TL;DR: She had to get used to the fact that she was alone (kind of) in a weird world so unlike her own it was both amazing and terrifying. She's, uh, good now? Or she looks like it on the outside at least. ]

From what I have gathered I am in need of a job to make my way here properly. As loathe as I am to suggest doing so for payment — I am a talented (magical) healer with centuries of experience, should Genessia and all cities connected require such abilities. I am willing to learn other forms of healing if applicable.

I am also a teacher of magic where I hail from. I know not how that might translate, given the difference in abilities likely presented by those from worlds unlike my own, but there is no harm in giving out said information.

I look forward to meeting anyone and everyone that is willing to speak to me here.

( private to genji )

A. [video] Blame Game.

---

[The video is blurred as the phone is flipped from backwards to forwards facing and then there's the briefest visual of Junkrat's face. Aaand...then it's just one eye as he peers closely into exactly where the camera is on the phone. He's not quite registered that he's turned it on yet] Somebody wanna tell me how to get this bloomin thing to turn o- hAHA, lookit that there it goes.

Gotta say, for a bunch'a rotten kidnappers I appreciate the dough. [he flashes his money momentarily, before glancing away from the camera to stuff it back into his pockets, muttering to himself.]

Oi, Roadhog! If you can see this you better get in touch with me, this is totally your fault somehow ain't it?


B. [action] Those Explosives I mentioned.

---

[some time after his glorious phone post Junkrat has wandered away from the bay, lugging his riptire rather securely strapped to his back as you do with his frag launcher looped in a comfortable spot at his hip. He certainly is a sight to those who pass by, being dressed like some sort of trash hobo and looking like he's seen more than his fair share of explosions.

Speaking of... Junkrat's currently tossing one of his orbs normally shoved into his frag launcher as he hobbles along, mostly out of boredom. It's unclear what happens next but as the ball fumbles out of his grip, Junrat gasps and shrinks away from the certain explosion about to happen once the ball hits the ground -- until it doesn't. Junkrat's face falls in agitation -- hey that's supposed to make a pretty big boom okay? -- and he limps over to pick it up.

Until it explodes basically in his face, but luckily it bursts forth into something more akin to fireworks rather than anything destructive. This time. Junkrat stares for a moment, dumbfounded as he glances to the other faces of people who look like they are now worried for their (and his) safety.]

Ahahaha [The laughter melts into a peel of giggles as he claps a hand over his mouth.] Guess I wasn't really expectin' that. What an explosion!


C. Wildcard!

---

[nothing else fits? Shoot me something else. Running into him in the street? Butt dial his phone? I'm down, hit me.]

[Video]

[On the other side of the feed, a girl in a jumpsuit does a quick pose, like she's taking a video selfie.] Annyeong, everyone! It's your favorite gamer girl, D.Va, on the scene! [A few seconds later, her smile relaxes somewhat.] Well, if anyone actually watches me here! Can you watch streams in this place?

Anyway, I'd normally show off my MEKA, but I guess it didn't come with me when I got kidnapped here! [And she really sounds upset about that.] I guess I'll have to find a way to get it here. Or see if it can be rebuilt. Either way~! I suppose I'm happy to be here, at least happy that I wasn't teleported off to an insta-kill death trap! I promise I will be back to my normal streams as soon as I can - so long as I'm able to do them here! Thanks to all my fans for watching!

[And the feed clicks off. It's entirely okay to be confused at what just happened there.]

--

[Action]

Maybe it seems strange for a jumpsuited girl with a holstered firearm to be walking around town. Maybe not. Either way, she's definitely looking for the closest clothes shop - the starting money she got should be more than enough to get her some cute everyday clothing! She'll just have to shelve her jumpsuit until she has a way to use her mech again.

If anyone notices her, she'll just give a quick smile and wave, or a heart sign as she goes on her merry way. She's trying oh so hard not to let her annoyance and frustration show about the situation she's now found herself in.