Who: Sombra and Mark Beaks, maybe others
What: The determining of terms to their little agreement Not a date no matter what he says
Where: Seagull Village? Wherever there's a bar. In public. Wow.
When: Sometime after this, in the evening.

You're free to crash if you know either of them, but main log will pertain to their business.


Sombra's sitting patiently outside one of the few bars in the valley, leaning back against the wall looking into her jPad. Scrolling incessantly. On and on and on, looking through everything there is to be seen, digging around for little snippets of info she might like to have. Living here was incredibly boring so far, the idea of there being no big names to blackmail, no one to take advantage of, nothing. Ugh.

It set her on edge sometimes, so forgive her if she seems to look like a regular here already.

She's not rocking her usual glow in the dark get up though, in fact, she's relatively unseen. All that glows are her cybernetics. Liv might have actually gotten dressed up. She might be way too invested in ruining this guys life making a deal, that she put on the ritz. Backless dress, done up hair. Way different from her phone call earlier, boasting pajama pants and bedhead.

She continues to tap idly away.