3467/Laurel is on Overwatch!

Laurel is on Overwatch!
Date of Scene:	02 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Andromeda

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Slipstream has posed:
It's almost Christmas! Just two more days. Tucked away in Manhatten is Team Static's team house. It's a large apartment complex with four stories that faces the street of the busy intersection. Drake is currently at home in front of his computer with his headphones on and three displays in front of him on the top story. He gave out his address to his new friends after dinner with an open invitation to always pop over.

Currently in the middle of a game, Drake is staring intensely at the screen as his right hand whips about the speed pad to move his mouse and the fingers on his left hand is quickly tapping away to toggle his character in dizzying patterns as he guns down his enemies. He talks into his mic, making call outs and engaging with his chat at times as donations and subs pass along the screen with a number of furious alerts. Down the hall, his team is playing as well in various games in their down time. Lar usually uses the window to visit him.

Andromeda has posed:
Unfortunately for Drake it appears that no one gave Laurel the rundown on what she was supposed to do. Or perhaps she thought it rude. Whatever the case may be there's a sharp series of knocks at the door. Quite unexpected. No one makes a move to get the door. The knocking begins again, a few resounding thumps from someone who must be quite strong. The door shudders but doesn't buckle.

"Damn it. Valkyrie, why don't you go get it?"

"I'll pass, thanks. I don't have anyone coming."

"Fine, I'll do it!" Zapp eases himself out of his seat and makes his way down the hallway. "We're just scrimming with the practice tool, it's not a big deal. God, guys. What if it's one of our managers? Plus, it-"

There's the rush of a floor guard brushing against carpet as the door is dragged open. "Guys? ...You're going to want to see this." Then, in a more serious tone, "Ah. Hello, miss. Can I help you? Ah-"

Laurel offers her most dazzling, winning smile. she's dressed in a cableknit maroon sweater and blue skinny jeans, paired against fleece-lined faux leather boots, towering over Zapp (and everyone else in the house) like she just walked off of a runway somewhere. "Oh, am I interrupting...? Drake said I could come by."

"N-no, of course not. Come in." This is quickly followed by, "Draaake! DRAKE! Get out here!"

So much for the practice matches.

Slipstream has posed:
"WHAT?!" Drake's voice can be heard down the hallway. "Hang tight! I'm seventy per... seventy three percent done with this map! Can you just text me?" He gives a glance over at his chat for a moment. "Huh? Someone is at the door? How do you guys even know this? Oh... okay.. you guys are on Zapp's stream too." He mumbles to himself. He gives a glance over at the door to his bedroom, then back to the screen. After finishing the map a minute later, he toggles his AFK screen and mutes his mic, then heads out of the room. He's in a pair of baggy workout shorts and a simple white T. His hair is a bit mussed up as well, as if he rolled out of bed and right on to the keyboard. As he comes down the hall, he spies Laurel and gives a pause, cheeks flushing. "Oh! Hey. Ah .. Hi Laurel. It's really good to see you again." Zapp just /stares/ at Drake for a moment, then looks at the tall woman, then back to him. "... Dude ... "

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel blinks as she sees the expressions on the boys' faces shifting through incredulity to simple disbelief. People initially can't decide whether to stare at Laurel or Drake, though after a second or so it seems that the consensus is to gawk at Laurel. She continues to smile, slowly looking around as she does so. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something...? I could come back another time." Then everyone is talking at once, making it impossible to make out what any one person is actually saying.

"No, no. I just came to - see a few games. Drake was kind enough to invite me the other night, but he didn't really specify a time." Laurel finally steps inside the home and carefully shuts the door behind her. "...Weren't you all in the middle of a game?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Wow ... we've never had a girl in here before." Zapp breathes out.

"Hey fat ass, I'm a girl!" Valk snaps at him with an annoyed look on her face.

"You don't count!" Zapp quickly says, holding his hands out.

"How the fuck do I not count? I got tits you idiot. I'm a girl!"

"You're our teamate! You're one of the guys!"

"I'm not .. whatever you Mercy main. I'm going back to frag out. Gonna team up with Drago and climb the ladder."

Zapp rolls his eyes upwards as he looks over to Drake. "Dynamite, your dating a super hero?"

Drake blinks for a moment, then laughs. "What? Dude, how the hell are you such a super hero wiki? No, we're not dating. She's Lar's niece." He gives a sheepish grin to Laurel and makes a motion with his hand. "Come on, I'll show you my room. That's Zapp, and that girl who's super lit right now is Valk. These are my teammates."

Andromeda has posed:
"I like her," Laurel responds drily to the final introduction. She glances over at Zapp and shakes her head. It's obvious that Laurel is doing her best to fight the urge to break into laughter. "I see that that invitaiton wasn't really a very common one... I feel like I just walked into a pen at the zoo." Fortunately, Laurel still seems more amused than anything as she follows Drake through the house toward his personal room. This she can handle. Random adulation? It feels... Impersonal, somehow.

"It's nice to meet all of you," Laurel calls after the departing gamers. "So... Um. Teach me about this game?"

Slipstream has posed:
"It's nice to meet you too!" Zapp gushes out at her as he waves a hand awkwardly, then heads back down the hallway to his room.

Drake pushes the door to his own room open again. The walls are covered in posters inch to inch of various games and pro players with autographs on it. There's a stand with numerous trophies lined up to show case various events he and his team has won over the last few years together. The computer is a large glowing tower filled with blue lights that pulse in a slow strobe effect. As he settles into the large blue and black gaming chair, he reaches over to pull a black and green one over for her. "So, Overwatch is a six versus six super hero shooter of sorts. Each hero has their own unique skill-set. It's all about finding the right balance of heroes to counter the other team. When you capture the map, you win the game. The more wins you get, the higher you climb up the ladder." He taps his mouse and shows her the ladder, pointing at it. "I'm rank number three in the world right now. Only two more are higher than me at the moment. We go back and forth, depending on the week. Somedays I'm number one, some days I may be lower than ten."

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel nods, taking on a studious expression as Drake goes through the mechanics of the game. She is staring at the computer screen for now, coming close enough to it to lean on the back of Drake's chair. "Alright," Laurel begins as wshe shifts her weight slightly forward, drawing another deep breath while she does so. "...I want to see you pla ya game," she requests then. "And then I want to try it." She seems to be taking this rather seriously, all signs of mirth gone. If anything Laurel is deep in thought. Which can only mean one thing, really. It seems the blonde has a competitive streak somewhere, even if she tends to keep it well buried.

Slipstream has posed:
Handing her over a heavy headset, Drake grins. "That way you can hear. Also, when I hit this button, we're gonna be on camera for about fifty thousand people." He motions to the screen in which the chat room is spamming weird emojis and other phrases of nonsense. Chuckling, he taps the button on the keyboard and the screen refreshes to show the pair of them on camera. He lifts a hand and waves and then glances at chat that immediately explodes with: GIRL!!!????? GIRL!!!!!! GRILL???? SUPERHERO GIRLLLLL?????

Rolling his eyes, Drake goes right into character. "Sup bombsquad? This is Laurel and I'm going to show her how the game works guys. She's our special VIP guest of the day."

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel has apparently been dubbed a 'Hot Grill'. One guy snarkily asks if she should be used to prepare meats for his next barbecue or whether he should prefer the charcoal option. Laurel watches all of this with a faint frown but she doesn't seem overly perturbed. The blonde has to fight iwth her hair for a second in order to properly put on the headset.

"QAh... hello?" Laurel begins. "Can you hear me?"

Rando328: Girl! GIRL! Not a sex bot after all!

HanShotKappa:Jury's still out

IEetWorms23: Clearly a hologram

Rando328:Holograms can talk?

Laurel watches all of this with a faintly disbelieving air but quickly shakes her head. "They seem- lively," she offers after a moment. "Okay! Hello, everyone. Yes, I actually exist. I am starting to think that's unusual somehow."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah. My chat is ... ah ... they're kinda dumb." Drake says with a grin towards the computer as his eyes roll upwards. He selects the tutorial mode, then picks a character. "So, the w a s d keys control your movement and the mouse helps you swing about and fire. It's not too hard once you get used to it. It just takes some time to really figure out the angles." He starts to zip about with his hero, shooting at the target dummies. He glances at the chat at times, answering a couple of questions and thanking those who donate to his stream. Someone donates a thousand dollars to grab her boob. He kindly does not oblige, or issue a refund. "You got way too much money bro." He says with a laugh. "Don't mind them. They're just ... you know ... you get a lot of people in one room together and you get a mixed bag of nuts."

Andromeda has posed:
"...A mixed bag of nuts?" Laurel's brows furrow delicately and then she shakes her head, looking to the screen. "Oh! This makes sense. I've seen similar, ah, games with training simulations. But we didn't use a manual interface..." She tilts her head slightly, studiously doing her best to ignore what the chat is saying.

The donation to grab Laurel's breast doesn't go unnoticed. She just arches a brow and doesn't say a word, especially as Drake does not appear to be considering following through. Finally the blonde takes a deep breath and shfts her weight slightly from left to right. "Well, they're enthusiastic at least. ...Stop calling me goddess. What on earth?"

The chat is forming factions as to how they wish to deal with the newcomer, apparently. At least they've becme more or less hospitable to her presence.

"Alright. I think I get this so far. ... Basic objective-based tactic simulation with unique personal powers involved? Actually, it reminds me of the Legion..."

Slipstream has posed:
"They're just not used to seeing /really/ attractive women in a video game who is also a super hero." Drake chuckles. "Livewire did visit in my game the other day which was weird. She gave me an interview." He gives a grin over towards her. "Chat, be nice. Mods, ban anyone that says anything crazy sexist like please. We don't need that in our community." He runs a hand over the top of his head a few times to muss his hair back into place. "Yeah, this is sorta like the Legion, or the Avengers. Every hero kinda has a counter and every hero can balance each other out. Usually you want two healers, two tanks and two damage to help the team out. It's a good balance."

As he continues to play, he hums to himself, paying more attention to the chat now that he's not in a competitive match. He seems to ooze a lot more confidence as he engages, reading out donation messages, answering questions, avoiding any that has to do the beautiful woman at his side. He laughs as another donation comes in and he reads it. "Fifty bucks from Luke twenty twenty. Ask her out on a date and stream it." His eyes roll upwards and he looks over at Laurel. "You want to get a burger with me later today?" He concedes to the chat.

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel purses her lips for a second, jade eyes glittering with mirth."Sure. Why not? The money will almost cover the amount I intend to eat." Laurel giggles softly then and then she shifts her weight slightly, something that allows for her to be better seen o nthe stream. Perhaps coincidentally another series of donations rolls in as she straightens to her full height. Laurel takes a deep breath. "After I play a game. I think I've got the idea..." She wiggles her fingers slightly but otherwise doesn't continue to speak for a moment. "Are you all familiar with my uncle, Lar?" She asks the chat abruptly.

"Anyway. I'll answer /polite/ questions on stream if you donate to my friend here."

Slipstream has posed:
Most of the chat starts spamming YAY emojis in the room. Lar has been on camera before a few times. Some people say things like: He saved Dynamite's life! He took out those gang bangers. Lar is a hero! Lar is one punch man! Drake turns the game on to play against bots now on an easy level so that she can get the hang of the controls. "They don't gotta donate, but it's nice that they wanna throw money away on a scrub like me." He beats away on some of the bots as one of the tank heroes. Reinhardt. Huge guy with a swinging hammer and a shield.

Andromeda has posed:
"Well, I can try picking a few of the questions out anyway. I'm just not sure... Oh. How old am I? I think you would say I'm twenty-one," Laurel responds helpfully. "...Measurements? What?" She pauses for a second and tilts her head.

"Oh, well. I'm 189 centimeters tall and 73 kilograms? That is to say, 6 feet and 2.5 inches. And 161 pounds. Right."

Laurel gamely fields questions while she flips through characters. "This looks interesting. He's a ninja? Those knives he throws are ridiculous... Hmm." So saying she descends into the game witha series of throwing stars. Laurel manages not to make a complete full out of herself, though shes quickly jabbing buttons frustratedly.

Growing pains.

Slipstream has posed:
"You're playing Genji. He's a real high skill hero. He can double jump by the way." Drake says with a grin. "You may like Zarya. Pink haired character. Huge muscles. She can shoot lasers out of a canon and doesn't take much aim. She's very tanky." His character swings his hammer about, whacking bots in the head. He peeks at the chat again and grins as they seem to be warming up to her.

Andromeda has posed:
"...This is interesting, actually." Laurel is busily running around using her sword to carve up hapless beginner bots. Right to the moment when her ultimate skill runs out... And suddenly the bots have respawned and she becomes the victim of a helix rocket. And a lot of gunfire.

"...Well then. Zarya, hmm?" Laurel picks Zarya out. "She's really muscular, hmm? I tried but I could never get muscles like those..." Laurel is athletic but also svelte. Zarya is in a class of her own. Laughing, Laurel runs out ont othe food and starts blasting away. Being tanky with forcefields seems to suit her well and she quickly massacres the bots.

A few of the people in the chat have taken to calling Laurel 'Aphrodite'. As if that will help the sexist image of gaming in general.

"It looks like we... Win!"

Slipstream has posed:
"Guys, please." Drake laughs at chat's antics. "You guys are so thirsty. Crawl back into your basements you neckbeards." He finishes off a couple of bots himself, then gives a long stretch of his body. "Okay, you keep playing and entertain the chat. I'm going to hit a shower real fast and clean up. I need it. I won't be long, then we can head out and get a burger?" He offers as he slips his headset off and hangs it up on what appears to be an Atari 2600 joystick mounted on the wall. A homage to Ready Player One for those who read books. Snagging a towel and a fresh pair of clothes from his dresser, he heads for the door. "And if you see anyone say something stupid, just ignore it. I got mods who can filter and ban if need be."

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel settles cheerfully into allowing the chat to dictate who she should play and give her advice on how not to make a mockery of herself. She actually does rather well in her first live games, largely owing to her usperhuman reflexes and tactical knowledge. There are some instances of yelling at the computer screen but that's just part of becoming a real gamer, right? Nothing implodes or catches fire when Drake is gone, at least.

Slipstream has posed:
After heading down the hall and taking a quick shower, Drake comes back into his room after about fifteen minutes. He's wearing a pair of loose fitted jeans with holes in the knees and thighs, and a black Henley shirt with the top button undone. Sliding an Overwatch varsity hoodie on and zipping it up, he flops down next to her to take a peek at the screen. "Huh. You're not doing that bad." He compliments with a grin. "It just takes a lot of muscle memory and sleepless nights to get super good at it. Who is your favorite hero so far?" He asks, giving a wave to chat and then pushes his wet hair back away from his face some. It looks like he even caught up on a bit of shaving to freshen up his face.