An exhibition at Utopaea

Ah yes. An upcoming exhibition of talent in the Vishkar-owned city of hard-light. A perfect assignment for the infamously artistic Symmetra. It's plausible enough to be real, and once Sombra hacked a few hundred people's event planners and masqueraded as a few top-level corporate agents, not only was it real, but it had been retroactively planned months beforehand. Granted, it was all just data at this point, but Sombra's found that people will go out of their way to turn such things into reality, rather than accept that they've been fooled. Vishkar briefly ground to a halt as artists were hastily commissioned, a convention hall was reserved, and catering was hired.

By the end of the day, Symmetra had orders from someone who didn't exist before today, orders to perform at an event that also didn't exist until today. Sombra booked her own flight to Utopaea, sat back, and relaxed after a hard day of lying to people. Two weeks later, Symmetra was practicing in the backroom of a convention center preparing for the dance, and Sombra was surveying from the ventilation system. And then, Sombra got a text. Or rather, her puppet in the Vishkar Corporation got a text.

"Hello, Diya? This is Symmetra. I'm ready to perform today. But you said that there were some...special circumstances for this?" Sombra smiled, and thought of the best response for 'Diya' to send.