3225/Livewire Makes A Housecall

Livewire Makes A Housecall
Date of Scene:	23 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Livewire

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Slipstream has posed:
Night has approached New York City, and Drake is tucked away in his dorm room which is down the hall from his other six teammates for Team Static of the Overwatch League. He is currently settled in front of his computer and triple displays with the center one streaming a match of competitive play. He's dressed in a pair of pajama sleep bottoms of black and white checkered pattern and a simple white t-shirt. His hair has a bit of a spiky mess to it, sticking up in a couple of tufts. The bedroom is decorated in a number of gaming posters along the wall, as well as a few shelves of trophies and banners from his global accomplishments over the last couple of years within the gaming industry. His dark eyes are intense as they stare at the screen, flicking back and forth wildly as Tracer, his character of choice zips about the Lunar Colony map with perfect ease. He makes calls out through his microphone to his team, and engaging with the chat of about fifty thousand viewers here and there when he gets a sub or a dono.

Livewire has posed:
A roughly fifty thousand viewership is a pretty impressive accomplishment for a gamer, which is enough to bring the attention of life is measured by viewership Lesley Willis, though these does she does tend to go by Livewire. If you see her, you get why it's appropriate. Mainly because the pale white face, with entirely white eyes and a spikey electric blue hair appears on the screen, and it just screams 'Livewire' even without knowing her name. "Hello there fighting digital creatures," Livewire says to the digital characters partaking in digital warfare around her. "Pretty cool this gaming shindig, isn't it? Mind if I pop in for a closer look?" Yeah, a figure appearing on Drake's screen mid-game, is apparently both aware of the in-game world, and out of it, as she looks at him directly through the screen, asking for an invitation to pop in.

Slipstream has posed:
With the appearance of a 'new challenger' on the screen, Drake jerks the mouse hard to the left and hits the Q button, flinging Tracer's pulse bomb right at the villain as she does a double dash to a full clip into Zenyatta's face. Dink-Dink-Dink-Dink-Dink. "Wait .. what?" He cuts his eyes to the right to watch his chat blow up with Leslie emoticons. Seems like there may be some old subscribers still lurking about. His fingers of his left hand continue to button mash the keys of WASD in quick motions as his character surges along the screen with pulse guns blasting away. "Are you ... are you in my game? Is this the real Livewire?" Chat sure seems to think so.

Livewire has posed:
Livewire looks like she's getting hearts in her eyes from some of her loyal followers on chat, going as far as to make a '<3' sign with her hands, "oh they love me! They really love me!" She blows a kiss at the screen, and then does a gesture of knocking right on it, "of course I'm your game bozo, can't you see me? I mean, lemme just..." *zap* she fires a lightning bolt from her fingers and apparently 'kills' or rather completely wipes out one of the characters from the game. "Hey, this shit is fun! Want me on your team or is that cheating?" She giggles vehemently at her own rhetorical question.

Slipstream has posed:
Of course, Drake is now hearing shit through his headset as his teammates are confused. One is even yelling down the hallway. ".. You just blew up Zapp. He's uh ... my main healer .. he's super mad now." As the round comes to an end with his team in the lead 1-0, he leans forward to peek at the screen. "I think um... it'd be cheating ... how are you even in the code and doing this ... it's pretty freaking cool." He tilts his head up and shouts back over his shoulder. "Shut up Zapp! It's pretty fucking cool! You wish you could do it!" He sighs and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. "I subbed to your chan when you first came out."

Livewire has posed:
"Too bad Zapp wasn't good at healing himself, am I right or what?" Livewire laughs, not at all caring about the effect of her little prank. "Awww...you subbed for me? Guess I won't wreck your gear now...mmmm, let's help you win then, just for having good tastes," Livewire laughs, and suddenly unleashes something that just doesn't exist in game, unleashing lighting to and fro, and apparently outright removing characters from existing, wiping the map quite literally as it were, "RIDE THE LIGHTNING! YEAH!"

Slipstream has posed:
Blinking his eyes at the screen, Drake slumps back into his bright green and black gaming chair. He runs a hand back through his hair and stares for a few more moments. "That's a pretty incredible ultimate. I wonder if Blizzard could make you into a real character or something. It's sorta like Moira and Symmetra squished together but way more ballistic. So .. um ... what brought you over to my world? I didn't think you even knew who I was. This is pretty cool." He pauses for a moment. ".. please don't wreck my gear. I got a huge tournament coming up ... Hey, Zapp wants to know if you can sign his Steam page. He's a huge fan."

Livewire has posed:
Livewire makes quick work of the field, after all, she's cheating her by not being a true game character, more like a goddess in this virtual world. With her decisive win, she turns to look at the screen and grins, "I'm Livewire, and I own all these bums." She points with her hand at the viewers count on stream, "well, that's pretty lofty for a gamer, got my attention, what can I say, I love people who value followers. So I hear, Drake Winters is kind of a big deal in the gaming world, figured I'd say 'hello'."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. Really? That's freaking cool. You're a huge deal in the streamer world still, you know? Everyone is always looking for your new content. I just play video games you know? Outside of this, I'd be a big no body.. this is the only thing I'm even remotely good at." Drake glances over to his chat. "Mods, can you put this in sub mode? It's getting too crazy." His eyes continue to scan for a few moments before he laughs. "Chat, I'm not gonna ask her out. She's sorta on a different level than me. No! I'm not going to ... look ... okay... Top D I will ask her out so she can reject me on live stream. How about that?" He looks amused as he shakes his head once the game ends and it returns back to the main menu. He can hear Zapp hollering in the background. "Dude, we're not gonna get banned for this. Calm your tits."

Livewire has posed:
"It's all about saying what people want to hear, like how much all the heroes and their heroics is bullshit!" Livewire laughs, as she points at the screen again, "you know that I'm right! They break half the city everytime they fight!" Noting that not very subtle exchange between Drake and his chat, Livewire laughs, amused to no end, as she levels her glowing white eyes at Drake, "so champ...? You gonna do it just because they told you to or not?"

Slipstream has posed:
"That is true. The Avengers definitely have their share of property damage. Do they have insurance for that sort of thing?" Drake asks as he looks over at his chat once in awhile. His eyes go to the screen as a couple of donations pour through. Back to Livewire, he shrugs his shoulders upwards. "I know that they are recording. Sure, you want to get coffee with me? I know a place that has pretty good bagels." Chat of course goes nuts with the screen flashing wildly.

Livewire has posed:
"Exactamundo, Einstein! Property damage by the loads, and who pays taxes to fix all that shit? The little people! That's fucked up!" Livewire lectures with lively arm gestures, sparks zapping about her body as she talks passionately. "You're on, don't call me, I'll call you, have a Happy Thanksgiving if you're into Turkey slaughtering and all that jazz," she blows another kiss at the screen and than fizzles away.