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SORRY NOT SORRY

>:3

anyway do u need someone to come get u

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KEK

ok but it's not like an advice thing

so my friend lucio is that famous dj, right, and he had a show in town so i went and it was awesome A++ 10/10 would party again but then we got back to the overwatch base and now

ALL THE OLD PPL ARE DRUNK AF

even our team mom!! which is why I NEED A MOM FRIEND i can't deal with old drunk ppl

they're trying to give me life advice and i do n o t need this

[ god Hana is so tired.

It's been about a week since Hana returned from, er, an impromptu trip into space with a "friend," (as she had explained it to the rest of the team to varying degrees of being convincing). She thought jet lag was bad enough when she was zipping between continents for missions or appearances or other such engagements but going to an entirely different quadrant of the galaxy altogether and then coming back in the span of a few days is something else altogether. Throw in the fact that NASA kept her under observation for a few days before she basically had to make up for lost time with operations for both MEKA and Overwatch and they've got a busy bee (or a busy B.Va, if you will).

In fact, she's so tired that in the rare moment that she has nothing to do which she inevitably spends clicking away on her phone in the common area, sitting in the complete opposite of "properly" on the sofa, she doesn't notice Mercy's presence at all until the other woman seems to suddenly appear out of nowhere, nearly sending Hana falling out of her spot, and certainly garnering an expletive or five in Korean. ]

-- jeez, Ziegs, you scared me!

[who ever said that Overwatch HQ had to be serious business all the time, 24/7? most, if not all, of the heroes still have their lives outside of fighting the good fight, after all. what better way to wind down from days of weary war fatigue than celebrating the holidays together? decorations have been strewn up here and there, with people throwing up more lights and holly and whatnot every day.

for the moment, Lúcio's settled himself in one of the lounge rooms, his turntable activated and ready to go. he thoughtfully files through a few holodisks before deciding on a couple, fitting them onto his deck. he takes a few seconds to strike up a beat, then scratch the disks, aaand...

yeah, he's starting up a Christmas set. if you've never heard Carol of the Bells with a boppin' back beat, well, ya boi Lúcio Correia dos Santos is here to fix that.]

((ooc: I used the Random Scenario Meme and got Crack > To the Future, but I'm commenting here and... Look, this makes the world mishmash less of a nightmare for me ahaha. So here's Ezreal in an Overwatch Arcade in the middle of the night???))

[ Ezreal is pretty used to being places he isn't supposed to be. Despite the best scolding from Piltover's sheriff - Ezreal, you're officially licensed by the city now, this reflects badly on me, blah blah blah - he's still in the habit of going wherever he wants. Everyone's all complaints until he's got artifacts for the museums, so what's the big deal if they're going to praise him in the end, anyway?

The thing is, usually these places are like condemned buildings, enchanted forests, or deadly caves. Not... Wherever this is. He knows the summoning magic in Valoran has been going a little haywire the longer the fighting goes on, but it had never affected him before. Not with his gauntlet there to help him focus. Besides, it's usually whisking people to Runeterra, not away from it.

Either way, one minute he's grabbing the Elixir of Uloa from a labyrinth in the jungle, and the next his arcane shift takes him much, much further than he had wanted it to. Usually it's a blink, a couple feet in any direction. This time it's... Not.

After making sure he's still got the elixir, Ezreal surveys his surroundings. It's. Not anywhere he recognizes. And there are a lot of things he doesn't recognize or understand, things that are almost like the visio-pathic crystals back home. The lights are out on the ceiling, but all the strange machines are still lit up, blinking and beeping and - some of them talking or playing music. He walks through the room slowly and curiously, fingers sometimes idly pressing over the buttons of a machine as he passes it. ]

... Interesting.

[ Hana Song had never cried in front of anyone but Shiro until they returned to Earth after six long months of recovery in outer space after the battle at Busan. She had never cried in front of anyone but Shiro until she stepped out of the shuttle on the tarmac of what remained of the military base MEKA was operating out of to find rows and rows and rows of people-- military, civilian, anyone ever from all over the world, not just her home-- cheering and welcoming her home. An orphaned girl from Busan who had only wanted to play video games to shut her away from the war-torn world around her and instead ended up entrenched in it. Who ended up stepping up to the plate and, whether she wanted to or not, becoming the hero that people needed to get by. She had never cried in front of anyone but Shiro until her feet touched the ground of her home planet when the last time they had been on this earth she was on the verge of death.

She was finally home. There was a home to finally return to, thanks to her. And that she even lived to return to it-- that's thanks to Shiro.

In the end all she could do was bow, bending at her waist, letting the tears fall to the ground still as she muttered a weak,

Thank you.

Everything after that felt like a blur. Because it was ceremony after ceremony, medical exam after medical exam to evaluate the results of her recovery, appearances to make, officials to meet... She wasn't even able to reunite with everyone at Overwatch until about a week in, at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, where they now hold a more private, intimate welcome back for their Hana-- even though, for the most part, the guest of honor is missing.

Because it's as they say-- all good things must come to an end. And that includes Shiro and the Paladins' time on Earth. There's work to be done on the other end of the Galaxy; more remnants of Zarkon's empire to find and subdue, more planets needing their help, just more. There's always more. And it doesn't escape Hana for one moment that she was the entire reason they even returned to Earth in the first place because she'd finally told them that she needed to return. That there was work to be done yet for her on their home planet and that she was truly, deeply grateful for the fact hat they saved her life and let her recover.

Shiro was the first to know, naturally. Though if Hana were to hazard a guess: he knew even before she told him what she wanted to do. Of course he did. And in spite of her best efforts-- she hasn't been able to spend much time with him since returning. She'd spent a night or two at the Shirogane home, of course, because being able to reunite with his family was just as important to her as all of her other engagements, but...

She wishes that they had more time together. She's not ready to say goodbye to him even though it's because of her that they have to say goodbye. But all good things must come to an end.

So while the small gathering continues on without its guest of honor inside, Hana is on top of one of the buildings near the very edge of the base, where the view over the cliffs and the Bay of Gibraltar at sunset is, Hana has learned, the absolute best. And she's taken Shiro there with her.

And she doesn't want to say goodbye even though this is all of her doing.

In the end all she could do is lean to her side, letting her head rest on his shoulder as she muttered a weak, ]

Thank you. For everything, Takashi.

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it's a moba party

let's try this again