driftfleet

Who: Nami
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Nnnow-ish

[This is not happening. Nope. There were happy endings, and sunshine, and portals home, and she damn well walked through one. Not only does this quiet, sterile place bear no resemblance to, y'know, a brigantine sloop or a crazy ocean, but she's turned up here alone.

She was pretty sure the animus were on the level with the whole going home thing. The fact the Adstringendum communicator is giving her nothing but static when she tries to use it is, uh. Not comforting, to say the least. She explores the accessible area in due haste, looking for anyone she recognises. Or anyone at all. And then she sits cross-legged in the middle of the one hallway and tries to get the communicator working by prying at it with fingernails, hitting random buttons, and eventually just hitting the wall with it a few times before tossing it away from her with a huff.

Not happy doesn't really cover it.

She finds the broadcast system, staring down at the controls suspiciously. She shouldn't know how to use this. But, well. In the absence of being able to do anything else-- ]

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This turning up in mysterious new places thing was old the first time it happened. Where the hell is this, and what hoops do I have to jump through to get home? [Sweet, sweet sarcasm. But at least she's holding onto her temper.] And where's my staff?

And-- and who fixed my shirt?

[Serious question, that one.]

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I rarely do.

...hit me.

Sometimes, the augments- As in those devices hooked up into our brains- can glitch and malfunction. This is exactly as much fun as it sounds like. I've heard about mood swings coming from that at the least, if not more.

Also, there's a fleet of ships creepily similar to ours that show up and shoot at us sometimes.

[--you know, somehow she'd managed to gloss over the fact that all this new info meant she'd been tampered with on such an invasive level. If they can mess with her even more than that...? Her hand goes up to the side of her head again.]

Any way to get them out?

[It's nice suddenly knowing how to pilot a spaceship and all, but she wants to nope out of this fast if you don't mind.]

Not that I'm aware of. It seems like they're wired into our fear- Try to harm the implant and you start to panic.

And I'm guessing there's no proof they don't deliberately mess with them to mess with us, either.

You catch on quickly.

I'm an expert in getting screwed over.

Oh, good. You'll be putting that to good use pretty much as soon as you get kicked off the Marsiva.

Wonderful.

How long until that happens, do you know?

Lark told me it happens on "Saturdays", so... Your communicator should have a calendar on it you can check.

If you're originally from that Earth place [and her voice makes it clear she does not think highly of Earth] you'll have an easier time here. It uses Earth's calendar, timekeeping, everything like that.

I'm not from Earth. [Said so fast, with a faint edge. Nami's only knowledge of Earth comes from her friendship with Sam Winchester, aha. The place is a hellhole, as far as she's concerned.

...nobody else came here through the portal. This sucks. She really hopes they went home and didn't get scattered all over.]

But I'm familiar with that kind of timekeeping. I guess I'll just pick up the rest.

Good. I hate that place.

[She could rant for hours about how much Earth pisses her off. But then, her only perceptions of Earth come through Riley Matthews and a yakuza girl.]

Good luck with that.

Mm. Thanks for the help. I guess... I'll probably see you again at some point, unless they decide they've made a huge mistake and send me home tomorrow.

Don't hold your breath.

You can call my comm if you have any more questions. I don't mind helping.

[She smiles at that.]

Will do. Thanks for the help to begin with.

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