bakerstreet | and since we've no place to go

and since we've no place to go

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.
② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?
③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.
④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!
⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.
⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.
⑦ mix and match, or make up your own.

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[ Nice thick coat? Not quite. A MEKA should protect her a little from the elements but as she tromps through the snow after a mission, pushing her controllers forward as little flecks of white stick to her green shield. Her hands are cold in her gloves and she can't stop her sneeze.

Or the loud sniff, after. Or the complaints, after after. ]

Ugh. How does Mei do it? I'm in MEKA but still freezing.

[76 isn’t quite dressed for a trudge through snow this heavy, either, but patrols around the Watchpoint don’t exactly stop for the weather. Besides, he’s used to this kind of thing—even if he hadn’t spent much of his adult life traveling through all climates, Indiana spent most winters under a blanket of white. His boots and fatigues are warm enough, he guesses, though he’s borrowed a regulation coat for this particular excursion, something they dug out of the old cache of uniforms.

So while he’ll weather this without complaint, it seems the same can’t be said for his current partner--not that he blames her, exactly. 76 tilts his head in her direction, the arch of his eyebrow visible right at the top of his visor.]

No central heating in that thing?

[He says it dryly—so dryly, in fact, that it’s difficult to tell whether or not he’s joking. Maybe he’s joking? It’s probably a joke.]

[ It earns a narrowed expression, the shield not protecting him from the way she zeroes in on him like a target. Hana wonders the same -- is he making a joke? She can't tell with that tone. Either way, she's not slow in her comeback. ]

It was central heating or painting mine pink.

[ It's obvious what she chose. The most obnoxious, glaringly pink robot in the world.

For the record, she's joking too. There was no need for it in the heat of battle, for the adrenaline rush put enough feeling in her body no matter how numb her fingers got in bad weather. On patrol, not so much. Not only that, it was downright boring to check perimeter for the umpteenth time.

Necessary, she knows, but boring.

Hana takes her hands off the controls to blow hot air onto her hands, stalling the mech's movements. ]

Aren't you cold, too? ... Does that jacket have advanced heating tech or something?

I would've painted it too.

[Okay, that's a joke. Maybe? It's a joke, this time. It has to be.

What's not a joke is the snow, and if he weren't so serious about everything all the time, he might be laughing about how the two of them look out on their patrol. As it stands, however, he's as stoic as ever, even as his boots and the feet of her mech crunch in the snow beneath them. He offers her another quick glance.]

Just a coat. You want it?

[She looks like she could use it more than him.]

[ Whatever it is, it actually has Hana smiling despite her bad mood that this sometimes crotchety soldier would paint his robot pink.

It could have been two obnoxious, pink robots stark against a blanket of white. Crunching through as they make their rounds.

Hers stops at the offer. ]

Are you serious?

[Look at this face, Hana. Do you think it's ever not serious? He's totally serious--so serious, in fact, that he's already slipping out of it, revealing the leather racing jacket underneath.]

Why wouldn't I be serious?

[He's been through much, much worse, after all.]

[ Hana considers, ]

Yeah, you're always serious.

[ Does that mean he would actually paint his robot pink, too? She'll have to ask later.

Which begs the question: Why is he offering his jacket when it's still snowing, still cold? Why is he taking it off already!? ]

Hey. I never said I wanted your smelly jacket.

[ I mean, it probably smells. Plus, that means she has to get out of her meka to put it on. Her fingers clutch the twin controllers a little more tightly. ]

Aren't you old and frail, anyway? You need it more than me.

[Maybe not pink. Blue? Sure. Back in the day. Suffice to say, he's definitely the type to give a robot a paint job--or was, at least. Hana, however, will have to leave it all to her imagination, as he isn't likely to say anything else on the subject, joking or not.

He doesn't seem too perturbed by her apparent distaste. 76 will stand here holding it until it becomes clear she's got no interest in it. For now, he can see her shivering.

I pulled it out of storage.

[The regulation winter coat, anyway. His own jacket underneath is the one he's not giving up, and that's the one that probably smells--like more than dust, anyway.]

I ain't that old. Take it.

[ Hana would never expect that they were similar in that way. To take the time to customize something that only they really care about. Putting personal touches on personal belongings as if to mark them as theirs.

Come to think of it, maybe Soldier is that type. His lawn. ]

Really smelly. How long have those things been unused?

[ Why does she have to fight everything? Maybe she wants the jacket underneath instead. ]

I thought the "76" was for how old you are.

[ She's not taking it, moving the mech arm to push the jacket back at him. ]

At least six years.

[He's still painfully dry about everything, and he's still refusing to withdraw the hand that holds out the coat, mech arm be damned. 76 figures he'll give it one more shot, thinly-veiled jabs about his age aside.

He is definitely not that old.]

You're gonna want it sooner or later.

[ Six years?! Overwatch has been out of commission for a long time so it makes sense. Why didn't he just buy his own coat in that time? Or use one of hers. She wants to see The Serious Soldier in her pinks and blues. In her brand. With her bunny. ]

No.

[ Maybe it's less about her not wanting to wear a smelly, six year old jacket. Maybe it's more about her being worried in her own way that he was going to freeze because the temperature is not warm. She at least has a MEKA to somewhat block out the elements. Without his jacket, what does he have? ]

I can take care of myself.

[Finally, after a long moment, he withdraws his hand, shrugging the overcoat back on over his signature jacket and stomping off into the snowstorm, waiting for her to follow.]

I don't want to hear you complaining about the cold.

[Said like he isn't going to offer it again at the first chance.]

[ She wins. ]

I'm not.

[ Said like she isn't going to complain about the cold in about five minutes again, anyway. Her hands push the Meka forward, stomping after him. ]

I'll complain about your smelly jacket. I can smell it from here.

Something you're gonna have to live with.

[At least for the duration of this patrol. He is clearly making no apologies for said smelly jacket--just hefts his gun and continues onward.]

Is that the smell of an old man?

[ She won't let up. Maybe she's bored, maybe she wants to talk and fill the silence a storm always brings with it.

Maybe she enjoys how Soldier can always come back at her with his dry wit. Other people get flustered or angry, depending, and it's always interesting to see how people react.

He reminds her of her dad... back home. Someone who doesn't fall prey to her goading and can turn her on her nose. ]

It's blowing this way with the wind.

[He offers little more than a shrug in response--76 is generally disaffected as a rule, but Hana will certainly be able to pinpoint this as a deliberate attempt to aggravate her. The non-response is meant to be frustrating, an indication that she needs to do better if she really wants to get under his skin.]

Maybe you should lead, then.

[76 will come to a stop, gesturing for her to step the mech in front of him.]

[ At first, her mouth twists to the side at the lack of response.

This is now a game.

And everyone knows how she feels about games. ]

Hmph. Maybe I will, Stinky 76.

[ Stomp, stomp, stomp. Hana leads the pack and it's a position she's not unused to.

Before moving, she turns the top half of her Meka enough to see the soldier behind her. ]

Try and keep up, okay?

[WOW. Wow. Okay, so that's how this is going to be. 76 does his very best not to betray any sort of reaction to his new nickname, the way he stomps after her the only sign of indignation.]

You don't have to tell me to keep up.

[He could sprint circles around her mech if he really wanted, and he falls in step just a few paces behind her.]

[ His footsteps are louder -- they crunch in the snow like he's forcing his foot down harder.

Hana grins in the safety of her pink robot. ]

Oh, yeah?

[ She shouldn't be wasting jet fuel. She shouldn't be playing around. Patrols are serious but if 76 really is like her in painting his robot, this might work.

A burst of green light sends Hana fifty feet ahead in only two seconds. When she lands, she spins midair and then waves with her robot arm at 76 very far behind. ]

Slowpoke 76!

[Hana's assessment proves to be right--Jack's always had something of a competitive streak, or at the very least, an inability to turn down a challenge. Despite his general detachment from most things, 76 recognizes this for what it is and is hard-pressed to let it slide. He's not sure if he can keep up with Meka's jets, but after that taunt, he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

Probably he isn't able to cover fifty feet in two seconds, but he pushes himself into a sprint anyway, taking advantage of her landing to close the distance between them and then keep running past her.

This is one way to warm up, he guesses.]

[ Okay. Not Slowpoke 76. With some expert maneuvering, she boosts her MEKA at a turn and follows after him quickly. Just before the system overheats too much, she turns off the thrusters. A flurry of snow follows her, raining snow down on 76 and making his white hair even more white.

Once she sees him, she bursts out in laughter. ]

D.Va used Blizzard! Super effective!

[Yeah, he probably asked for this. Enhanced or not, he's hard-pressed to keep up with actual thrusters, though it's going to take more than snow to the face to discourage him. He's all at once glad she didn't take the coat, and he drags a hand across his visor to clear it, a low growl in the back of his throat.

Two can play at this game.]

You done screwin' around?

[He says, stooping so that he can scoop snow into his palm and packing it hard between his hands. NO SCREWING AROUND.]

[ Is she ever? LIFE IS A GAME, SOLDIER 76. ]

Negative.

[ It looks like they're just getting started, anyway. A grin spreads across her face as she watches him make a snowball. That's cute. She's protected by a giant mech. Unless he has perfect aim and somehow hits her hands, it won't effect her AT ALL.

And now she has a new special Blizzard move. ]

So, what's that for?

[This is entirely futile and he knows it, though the fact that she's encased in an entire mech and he has only a snowball isn't going to deter him. He's squared off in situations much more futile than this.

He's going to try anyway, lobbing the snowball right at the Meka--doesn't matter if it's going to splat against the windshield. In fact, he might be hoping she manages to intercept it before then. It might impress him, but only a little.]

[ In the blink of an eye, Hana pulls up her Defense Matrix. The snowball is shot right out of the air, becoming snowflakes that flutter gently and non threateningly back to the ground. The expression on the ex-progamer's face is very cocky and almost exasperated. He didn't think that would really work, did he?

Her shield lowers, disappearing and taking its green light with it.

Then, she plops her mech to sit on the ground causing snow to fly up around her. ]

Reeejected.

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sorry for being slow aaaa i love dad76 and gremlin weh

it's cute and i love it

have you read "thanks, dad. love, hana"

I HAVE NOT but i have heard of it

OH MAN i recommend it 100% esp for 76 and dva shenans

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wtf stop being so cute

no..... love her....and how embarrassing she is

i love their new interaction i thought of this thread

i did too omg also merry xmas and happy new year!!! sry ive been busy ;-;