The underground room was filled with people. Many of them wore fluorescent paint in a myriad of swirls and patterns. Flowers, suns, skulls, birds, and even bare skin brushed against each other as they murmured with excitement. Lucio couldn't help but grin.
"Hey all! Are you ready?"
A wordless roar answered him.
"Let's drop the BEAT!"
A funky rhythm flowed out of the speakers, everyone started dancing, and cheering and generally having a good time. Lucio smiled, swaying to the rhythm.
In the crowd, Tracer was doing the same.
"What do you think, Winston?"
He wasn't there, but he was watching from a HQ nearby. Gorillas and small underground rooms filled with people didn't mix well. Plus, Winston didn't like loud noises.
"I prefer the classics myself," he said through the com.
Tracer rolled her eyes, "Not the music, the dj! Could he be a contender?"
Winston hummed, "He doesn't seem like it…"
"But you've heard about what he did in Brazil!"
"True, true,"
Tracer huffed, brushing away that tedious bang that kept tickling her forehead. She knew that Winston was just being picky because it was Overwatch. He wanted people not only skilled, but kind as well.
Tracer would have to check out that last one. But for now, she'll patrol the area. In case of...you know who.
Another hero, a new hero! She had to take a closer look. But how close? Should she be so excited and sure? She had been so sad and scared when the robot lost its lights in the video, but maybe he could be fixed? Maybe the others could be fixed? She hoped so. She really did. She heard others of their scans, maybe this would be her first?
Ooh! Who's that? Tracer!
"Oh!" Tracer looked in surprise. The child squeaked and retreated.
She saw me! She saw me! That shouldn't happen! She's already been scanned!
"Lena, what happened?"
"Nothing too bad, just a little lost duckie bumped into me,"
Tracer couldn't help but smile, blue hoodies must be a trend these days with the kids.
...man she sounded old.