January 15, 2018

The three of us were having a conversation about the parallels between fashion design and culinary arts. I mentioned how a master of either had to balance form and function. I lazily rolled over to my left to find that the person sitting there had gotten much closer to me than I remembered. Right after we made eye contact, she turned around and straddled me. She slowly lowered herself onto me before suddenly getting up and running out the door.

I walked out into the courtyard to see everyone dressed up in various costumes. Apparently it was an international student event where people were invited to dress up as the police from their respective countries. However most of them ended up resembling the English Queen’s Guard.

The area resembled some kind of castle, with stone walls and narrow streets. I was walking along the drainage ditch on the perimeter until I heard an alarm go off. I quickly retraced my steps to avoid being spotted.

When I returned to the central courtyard, I saw someone on the far end activate McCree’s Deadeye. I ran for a pillar to hide behind. After his shots went off, he asked if he had gotten anyone. A couple of people reported that their hands got shot. He explained that he flicked downwards at the last moment.