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There was a particular word that Hana could never quite put her finger on when it came to describing Overwatch. She knew that there was some singular, encapsulating word that described her living experience, but it never quite came to her. The comforts of the plushy red couch in the lounge embraced her as she got lost in her thoughts before being awoken from her reverie by a familiar voice.
"D.Va? What are you waiting for in here? Everyone's heading out!" the voice of one of her closest friends among the "agents" (or so she was told they were supposed to be called) echoed through the near-empty room.
It wasn't unlike her to forget about missions. There weren't often missions that required a lot of them to move out, and she would've kicked herself for forgetting. Technically, Lucio was like her own personal Overwatch alarm clock. She'd tease often that all he was good for was dropping some good tunes and reminding her of things. He was used to it by now - it was a friendly banter more than it was an insult between the two of them. She pushed herself off of the couch, making her way back to her own personal quarters to get ready. It was a rushed effort, but she made it to the launch bay just a moment before takeoff - but it wasn't without being scolded by the ever-timely but oh-so impatient Winston. His chastising fell on deaf ears - Hana was more than used to it by now considering she had made it to the bay just under the wire on more than one occasion. With a small laugh at the monkey's scrunched up face of what she could only assume was disapproval, she made her way into the aircraft, taking her seat near the back next to none other than Lucio.
Hana was used to the danger, and none of it really phased her anymore. After another dangerous mission, maybe one of the most dangerous they'd had yet, she felt unaffected, at least mentally. Actually, after a trip to the infirmary and a quick patch job by Dr. Ziegler, she was on her merry way back to the lounge to wait for Lucio to finish up in the clinic. After an hour of rolling about on the couch and chairs, and eventually the carpet, in an attempt to find a comfortable resting position but ending up scarcely distracting herself from impending boredom, her friend arrived.
"Jeez, it's been like.. two years, Lucio! What was the holdup?" her tone wasn't particularly accusatory - just somewhere between annoyed and bored.
"This is the first mission we've been on with so many agents in a while. There was a lot of patching up to do - more than Mercy could handle by herself. Plus, you know how much work it takes to convince Torbjorn to help with some... repairs."
Even hearing his name made her nose scrunch up. Torbjorn was an ally, sure, but for Hana he was far from being a friend of any kind. She'd invested - or really, requested - a room to keep her MEKA and its repair tools to keep it away from his prying little fingers. She'd had enough of his asking her to check out the specs on it. If he really wanted to find something out, he'd have to dig through the scrap of her torn up MEKA units. Of course, he didn't seem the type to be past digging through metal and garbage. Regardless, she didn't want to let her thoughts linger on him for much longer - she had important business to bring up with Lucio. After a brief lull in the conversation, once they'd both settled, feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch, she dropped her ideas on him.
"So I've been thinking... people might start getting bored of my combat livestreams if I don't start switching things up, y'know?" Lucio nodded along - sure, her streams were great, but variety was always important for keeping viewer attention. "My - ahem - brilliant idea is this: a behind the scenes look into the private lives of some of the losers around here. Y'know - sneaking around, getting dirt on people, hot gossip, lovey-dovey romance, internal strife."
He tried to choke back a laugh, unsuccessfully. "You're serious? That sounds like crappy reality TV, dude!"
"Yeah? And who doesn't secretly love reality TV, Lucio? I bet you're the type to watch those oldies like Real Housewives. Are you an Orange County kind of guy, or do you prefer the New York lady drama?"
"Beverly Hills, obviously-" he stopped himself short, coming to the same realization as her. As she watched his expression change, she grinned.
"See, I'm totally right! Everyone's got a secret desire to watch other people's drama to like... fill the drama-less, boring void in their own lives. Probably," she shifted in her seat as she spoke, bending forward with her elbows on her thighs and her chin in her hands, staring closely at Lucio with half-lidded eyes and a signature D.Va smirk. "You want in? I can get you in on the ground floor of this super profitable business endeavor. Real investor-type stuff."
"Sure, I guess. But I'm gonna get employee benefits, right? Health insurance, free backstage buffet table, the works, I'm assuming?"
She tapped at her chin, pushing out of her seat to stand over him. "How about... I let you work the camera and I promise not to get anything embarrassing of you on stream?" she moved toward the door, pulling it open, but turning to speak to him again before she left. "I'm gonna go get some stuff ready, 'kay? Meet me back here at 0600 hours, soldier."
"You know that's like... 6:00 A.M. right?"
"Okay... so... like, tomorrow afternoon - but in military time, so it sounds cooler."