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[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?



[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

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[flashbanging]

[ Rub, rub ... ]

I didn't have a soul outside of myself for a real long time. Then I got a family, or something like it, for a little while. It wasn't easy comin' to think of'em that way, and it sure made things harder when I had to skip out. But I don't regret it. Folks will surprise you, if you put the time in.

[ He grins as he leans forward, over her shoulder. ]

Sometimes for the better. Sometimes not. Still worth it.

[cachemoney]

[She's kind of waiting for Rhys or Hanzo to flip out over how handsy McCree is being -- it's not a sexy backrub, but still. She's noticed they're both, like, stupidly jealous.

She rolls her eyes good naturedly, reaching up to pat the side of his face.] I know. For what it's worth, yoouuu... are someone I rely on.

[flashbanging]

[ Perhaps fortunately for all involved, McCree eases up. He comes to sit down next to Fiona after she's patted him, bumping her shoulder lightly. ]

Well, now. I'm real pleased to hear you say that. It's the same on my end, 'a course.

[ He doesn't drunk dial just ANYBODY, after all. ]