<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Tumblr_mper58vGve1rdyxo7o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Atemi/Jessica Hitomi Washington<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Overwatch Mission Control<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone.<br/>Character sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.msg11230031#msg11230031)<br/><br/><em>   "Who doesn't like a few tentacles?" Nyssa immediately regretted saying it, even if it was meant as a joke. She was terrible at joking, and in social situations in general. What would they think of her after that comment? So much for fitting in.</em><br/><br/>Atemi greeted coppycat with a warm smile and accepted the drink.  She'd gotten a few swallows in when Nyssa's response came.  She chocked, bent over for a moment, swallowed, then threw back her head, laughing so hard her shoulders shook and bosom jiggled.  "Oh, God!  Oh, god!  You...  You have..."  She glanced at Mecha and her cheeks flared again.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Samurai_girl_by_chillu-d4p6vn6.jpg)</div>The black girl gave a releived sigh when the alarms rang.  "Guess the huricane got here early.  See you in the war room!"  The black girl took off for her quarter's at a blurr.  She changed quickly--so quickly most people would have trouble discerning one move from the next, then jogged intot he war room, feet blurring.<br/><br/>A moment later, she looked around in confusion.  "They're holding CNN hostage?  How many crooks does it take to<em>do</em>that?"