A fan recognizes Lynn! (--D.Va Route START--)

Marigold and Kiona were **** to stop rolling the MEKA as they encountered the crowd blocking the front doors. It was a ragtag crew of con-goers: mostly high-schoolers, mostly male, and entirely lost.

"You'd think they'd move for a giant robot," Joy said, shaking her head. "Kids these days. No respect for their elders." She couldn't have been more than eight years older than them, but that didn't stop her from waving her invisible cane.

"Run them down!" Kiona cried. "This thing looks like a big pink bowling ball anyway. Let's put it to use!"

"Oh, um... do we have to?" Marigold said, clutching her Caduceus Staff.

"Girls, please. Let's play nice." Lynn sauntered up to the group of high-schoolers and flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder. The teenagers instantly went silent, their mouths nearly dropping open. Beautiful girls in skintight suits tended to do that. Lynn smiled inwardly. She was the spitting image of one of their favorite characters- it was like a dream come true for those poor little boys. The way they melted made them putty in her hands.

"Hiya!" she said, making sure get just the right Korean-idol pitch. D.Va never passed up a chance to make a new fan, and neither did she. "I love your T-shirt! Very retro!"

One of the boys glanced down at his shirt that read: Legalize Stimpacks. "Uh... T-thanks?" He recovered quickly, though, and grinned as he realized what was happening. "Too bad they nerfed it in Starcraft 5."

"I know! It messed up all my timings!" Lynn gave him a wink. "And speaking of timings... we need to Reaver Drop my MEKA through here. Don't want Tracer to be late for work again!"

She didn't need to ask twice. Terri watched as the mass of boys parted like the Red Sea for the BB Brigade as they pushed the mech through the doors and onto the sidewalk. From there, it would only be a few minutes to the convention center, and they could switch to the MEKA's electric motors without Joy screaming about wasted batteries. The boys gave them a wide berth- everyone was staring in awe at their costumes. It felt great to be the center of attention, and she knew Lynn was reveling in it too.

"Thanks, boys!" Lynn blew them a kiss. "Catch me on stage!"

"Wait! Wait!" One boy broke through the crowd, pushing his way out from between two of his very irritated friends. "You're Bunny Hapa, right?! The streamer?"

Terri's eyebrows shot up. Lynn was that famous? From just cosplay and streaming? She'd known her friend had a bazillion followers on twitter, but seeing someone recognize her in person made it seem so much more real.

"I love your cosplay. Can I take your picture? Please?" The boy held up a camera, eyes full of hope and wonder. "I mean- if you're in a hurry-"

"Of course you can!" Lynn smiled. She struck a pouty pose in front of her MEKA. "Just make sure you get my good side- so any angle's fine!"

Cameras materialized out of thin air as a score of con-goers started taking photos. Lynn shifted from pose to pose like a model, making sure to show off the way her lycra suit hugged her body. Terri knew she'd spent hundreds of hours on the outfit. Custom boots, labels, gloves, headset, collar, and leggings, all without a single zipper showing. Lynn had mentioned there was some sort of secret technology involved. Maybe it had something to do with the plastic panel on the back of her suit?

It didn't take long for the crowd's lenses to make their way over to the rest of the Brigade, either. Marigold shied behind the MEKA and Kiona sighed as Lynn's quick detour turned from a few shots to a full-on photo shoot.

Terri blinked. Lynn was beckoning her over. Was she supposed to do something? Oh. Right! She wanted her in the photo with her. She was a cosplayer now, too! The crowd wanted to see Tracer and D.Va in the same photo. They really liked her!

Terri leapt into action, excitement getting the better of her. She stumbled, though, and in her panic, she seized ahold of...