3:00 P.M., Watchpoint Gibraltar, Dormitories

By the order of Soldier 76, everyone was begrudgingly tasked into cleaning their rooms.

Except Lucio, who had a concert and fled. glared at the "Will be back!" sign and grumbled, "I wish I could use a concert as an excuse." She stomped back at her room, sighing at the expanse that was her closet. Clothes and outfits littered everywhere amongst handbags and other goodies from her fans. Even at nineteen, cleaning her closet never got easier.

She started at the easiest part: throwing out her old, wrong sized, or out of style clothing and accessories out. Looking at the box Soldier 76 gave her and everyone else, she put the ugliest ones in first. She left the remaining on her bed and continued to comb through the rest of the storage bin that was her closet. A while later she debated which clothes were ugly and which were worth keeping.

Genji had an easier time. He threw out all of his trash with Zenyatta's help and rearranged the essentials. And he had a lot of trash, to the point her needed multiple bags to fit it all. Zenyatta got the air freshener and sprayed it liberally, causing Genji to cough.

"This makes me wish I was fully a machine," Genji hacked, inhaling the rose-scented air freshener.

"You don't miss much," Zenyatta replied, "Besides, you're done now." The monk opened the door, "You need to air this out. I am going now." He floated out to the hall.

"Yosh!" Genji zipped out too. He decided to have a little fun, zipping in and out of people's room's without being noticed. Being successful so far, he decided to zip into McCree's room.

"Hey Hanzo-nii-san! Hey McCree!" The ninja greeted them both. McCree sat on his bed watching a movie while Hanzo held a box, "What are you watching, McCree?"

"A cowboy movie," McCree drawled, rapt with attention towards the screen, "You can join us."

"No!" Hanzo cut in, "Jesse is absurdly slow already! Leave!" The archer pulled Genji up by the scruff of his neck and threw him out the door, "And don't call me that again, it's disgusting!" He closed and locked the door.

Genji got up and heard the muffled nagging from his older brother. At least the late lunch entrée was a beef bowl so he zipped to the mess hall.

D. Va laid on her bed, dazed at how much better organized her closet was. She had three boxes to give away but felt refreshed. Getting up, she closed the closet and out of curiosity looked under her bed. She spied a box of what looks like papers and pulled it out. Upon closer inspection, it was full of Japanese comics and posters. Hana pulled a comic out and attempted to read it.

The page contained two men in a romantic sensual act. She began giggling as she looked on.

"What's going on?" A voice asked from a distance. Hana blushed and froze. "Hello?" Hana kept still. "Helloooo?" The voice came closer, until the source stepped into her room.

"Hi Mei." Hana spluttered. She then shook her head to sanity, "You're done already?"

"Well yeah, being a scientist keeps you organized," Mei chuckled, softly shuffling to Hana, "What are you reading there?"

"You don't wanna know," Hana closed the comic and put it in the box.

"I'm curious as to what it is," Mei said, "I've read many things in my life."

"I don't think you wanna read this." She pushed the box away.

"Oh I think I do," She pulled the box towards herself, looking at its contents, "It's all in Japanese. Where did you get this from?"

"I did a tournament in Tokyo and got those as souvenirs. I can barely read them but the pictures are nice." Mei picked up the comic Hana put away and shuffled through it.

"Oh my god!" Mei squealed.

"What is it?" Hana asked, mortified.

"I used to read these kinds of things in college!"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"No, really, I did! After you read scientific journals and textbooks all the time, these are a treat! Let me guide you through this comic!"

"You can read Japanese?" Her jaw dropped.

"I've had to learn for a few projects, so yeah," Mei went back to beginning and read out the dialogue, sitting closely with Hana.

"Zenyatta, I don't get this," Symmetra sat cross-legged on her bed, "You saved me once and that's enough." She was just about done with her cleaning too, organizing everything into boxes and neat fully stacking them. Zenyatta just pushed a picture frame of Utopaea a tad.

"I like to help others, especially you," The omnic monk commented, "I want to know you better."

"You didn't have to go into my room and tilt my photos," Symmetra stood up and tilted the picture frame back to its original position, "I appreciate it, but I need my own space."

"You're much like a lotus, needing its own space but still pursuing the sun," Zenyatta cupped her cheek, "I feel like we can be something together." The architect felt a strange gut feeling. It was one of revulsion out of being touched but it was one of intrigue as well. "You're not pulling away, Satya."

"I need to think," She pulled the omnic's hand away, "but I truly appreciate your efforts." She walked out the door, "Have a good day, Zenyatta." Zenyatta floated there, letting his orbs spin as he meditated upon a solution.

"Oh boy! Gay comics!" Tracer pulled out a comic from 's box, flipping through the pages.

"Got any memes in there?" Sombra inquired, sitting next to Tracer.

"You can check," gave her a comic. The women now circled around the box of Japanese comics and posters, listening to Mei explain concepts common in them. They were giggling and talking about the comics, making jokes about whatever.

Symmetra heard it all and walked toward the room, wondering about the commotion. Below her were the other women reading comic books. Not wanting to think about her relationship with Zenyatta, she asked, "Room for one more?"

"Of course! Pick any comic!" pushed the box in her direction. The others greeted Symmetra as she sat down with a thick comic book. The atmosphere helped, at least.

"If we get the rest here, we can a women's book or comic club!" Mei proposed. The other women nodded in agreement.

"Literary Memes for Common Queens?" Sombra suggested, "That's my title." Everyone else groaned except .

"How about Joy Luck Firetruck Club?" piped up.

"You know what, that's kinda clever," Mei agreed, "Since we have been initially reading explicit gay comics it fits." The women chatted amongst themselves, nodding more in agreement.

"What's this about a firetruck?" Genji zipped in. After looking at the comics, he felt nauseated, "Never mind." He zipped in to the nearest bathroom.

"Ignore my brother. I apologize on his behalf," Hanzo added, briefly stepping in and out.

Soldier 76 sat on his desk, looking onwards at his own box of unused knick-knacks. His cellphone rang, and so he picked up.

"Hello, Soldier 76," Gertrude spoke.

"Wait, it's not the next session yet. Why are you calling me?" Jack replied, confused.

"Well you see Soldier 76, or should I say, Jack Morrision-"

"Shit!" Jack softly swore and shrugged. He only continued to swear even more.

"Well mister Morrison, I decided to take a deeper look into your records. Given your actions against Overwatch and your presumably faked death and your slight PTSD from the soldier enhancement program, I have made the decision of prescribing you Ativan. I now know that your disdain for prescriptions comes from your experience with the soldier enhancement program, but this is for your own good. You are a dangerous but effective man, Morrison. You could go down a worse path with Tourette's and the UN will punish you if you step out of line one more time. It's a miracle the US has pardoned you, even."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BOB SAGET!" Jack let out an inhuman scream, dropping his phone.

"See you next session, Jack. Remember you need to be off Ativan so I can evaluate you better," Gertrude hung up.

"You heard the news from Gertrude," Mercy suddenly appeared, "Take your Ativan." Jack sprinted out the door, only for Mercy to follow.

"PIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!" Jack let another scream out, "PISSSSSSSSSSSS!" He ran down the halls, with Mercy still on his tail.

"Don't be so stubborn Jack!" Mercy called out.

"Now this I have to see," Ana emerged from her room, holding a box of China, "Oh no." She felt Jack whizzed by, feeling the China shake, "Oh dear." She heard a cup crack as Mercy boosted by.

Jack then slowed down to see the women clustered in 's room. Zarya had some Russian books while Widowmaker had some French ones. Pharah held a mathematics book in Arabic. awkwardly held her comic, where two naked men graced the page.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKS!" Jack pointed at the comic book and sprinted even faster.

"I declare this meeting of the Joy Luck Firetruck Club adjourned! Please join us, Angela!" Mei broke the ice and clapped her hands.

"As much as I want to, I can't right now," Mercy sighed, "Jack has been incredibly belligerent today." She ran off.

After much chasing, she managed to tackle Jack, who was yelling 'Bob Saget' at a comedian who was a descendant of Bob Saget. Defeated, he swallowed the pill with the water from the fountain. Mercy made him sit as Reinhardt collected everyone's boxes and put them in a donation and disposal bin.

Jack could hear the chatter. Some people thought his condition was funny. Some were mortified by it. Others weren't so accepting and assumed it was an excuse to swear. Some were indifferent to it but felt there was a change in his leadership. He wondered what he did to deserve such a condition, one heavy with stigma and incredulity. He tried to believe that people still accepted him as a leader, but he knows in the Overwatch's eyes there was a growing concern. It was much to take in, so he took a nap, leaning on the window sill.

10:00 P.M., The Halls

Reaper phased through the walls with a blanket hovering over him. He rematerialized to see Jack sleeping. He put the blanket down on him, thinking of happier times.