randomplaces | Reinhardt's Reality. Winston's Home and Hometown. Tracer Met Tim.

Tracer: *watching Winston sit and hug Nebulae in his sleep and feeling depressed*

Tam: Suck it up, being single is good.

Tracer: There's a REASON I was written as not a single character! I let you change my preference, but my preference isn't NOBODY.

Tam: *gives her a cyberdoll version of Scattershot*

Tracer: ...You really do hate me, huh?

Tracer: *wakes up as her head hits the table, looks around and sees Winston sitting and hugging Nebulae as he sleeps. Sighs and gets up to go outside*

Mars: *watching invisibly* Tracer just needs to volunteer time at a soup kitchen.

Tracer: *o.O as she catches that faintly* I don't want to date a homeless person.

Mars: *facepalm* NOT what I meant

Tam: *invisible like Mars* XD

Mars: Getting out and talking and helping people will help you get your mind off your single-ness.

Tracer: *moody again as she thinks of this* Even REINHARDT is married. *hears a screech of traffic, puts herself into fast forward and gets the person out from in front of that bus, then stops and looks at him once she's reached the sidewalk* O.O

Tim: O.O I... broke a nail.

Tracer: *The guy she just dreamed about* ... *pinches him*

Tim: *Yelp!* Owwww. Oh, you're right. Sorry. Thank you for being my beautiful lady knight in shining armour. :D

Tracer: ... *pretty*

Tim: *flirt times ten* Would you like to go do something fun?

Tracer: ... *pretty*

Tim: I was just going to help serve the soup at the meal kitchen. Would you like to come?

Tracer: *pretty... wait, what?* ...That sounds lovely.

Tim: *takes her hand and hooks it through his arm, then leads her off down the sidewalk, chatting away with vivacious animation*

Tracer: *chatting and laughing right back. Will have a lovely afternoon washing dishes while Tim serves the soup, followed by eating soup themselves as they sit on a bench in the nearest park*