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[mikangirl]

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.]

Comments

Video;

[mikangirl]

[She's surprised into a short laugh at that. Hoops, indeed. But--]

Ah-- no. I know first aid, but that's more Chopper's bag. Why?

Re: Video;

[notkittenaround]

A staff is what Conjurers and White Mages use to bespell their enemies and heal their allies. But, regardless of what you wish to do, all our weapons are stolen from us by the mysterious lords of this place.

A stick is a poor replacement, yet I fear that is all the planet may offer.

Video;

[mikangirl]

Huh. That's a neat trick. Mine, uh... well, it can do some things, but not healing, sadly.

I guess a normal staff is a good idea, if I can find one. Or stick. Whatever. Mine probably wouldn't do so great in enclosed spaces anyway.

[It makes great hot showers, though. :c]

[notkittenaround]

There has been little enough need for weapons on the ships themselves thus far, but do arm yourself for the planet. There is a propensity for brawls in the saloons, and though few use more than stools and bare fists, a weapon is always of use to beat the more recalcitrant thugs.

[ A beat. ]

Though that hobby may not be the best.

[mikangirl]

Saloons? [If she had cat ears they'd totally be perking up.] Like-- bars? With alcohol and everything?

[It's been so long...]

[notkittenaround]

Indeed so.

[ She gives a fangless smile of pleasure. ]

A riotous den full of miscreants and booze.

[mikangirl]

Sounds like fun. Though I guess I have to miss out-- I don't think I get to leave this ship for a few days.

[notkittenaround]

We may be here some time - I know not how long, save that our ships have been greatly harmed.

[mikangirl]

[That snags her interest in a more serious way.]

What happened to the ships?

[notkittenaround]

We were attacked by unknown assailants - For what reason, I know not. They could have destroyed us but instead they merely weakened us, to leave us floundering and cornered.

[mikangirl]

[That's gotta be the other fleet someone mentioned. Hnn.]

Any chance they did it for this whole 'ratings' thing? It's weird to attack and then just take off.

[But maybe it makes for good entertainment, who knows. Weird place.]

[notkittenaround]

It is a possibility. I understand not how the 'entertainment' of our suffering is broadcasted across the sea of stars, or to whom - Whether we can trust those who describe our plight at all is an unanswered question.

But to be without weapons now is poor timing indeed. If I stumble across a staff, I shall take it until such time as we may meet.

[mikangirl]

A-ah, that's appreciated! It's light blue and made of metal. And, uh... probably best if you don't shake it or anything.

[notkittenaround]

For what reason is that?

[mikangirl]

It's full of chemicals. Shake it when you don't know what you're doing and you might accidentally set off a pretty destructive reaction.

[Or... just a nice breeze. One of the two. She can't be sure, really.]

[notkittenaround]

That sounds a fearsome weapon to be left unattended.

[ She imagines the explosions that might result from a wayward engineer's works. ] </small?

[mikangirl]

Yeah... it always stays with me when I've got a choice in the matter. Hopefully I can track down what happened to it.

[Honestly it's a pretty sturdy staff and would probably be just fine with general use. But anyone messing with it to try and work out how it works might singe their own face off.]

[notkittenaround]

If not, I fear there may not be an easy replacement - I found no tomes worthy of replacing my own, and struggle to replenish my weapon stock at the planet.

[ She has made progress in crafting a new one, but it is slow and lowly in comparison to the power of her first. ]

[mikangirl]

...yeah. That's frustrating. [It's the only thing that helps even the odds for her back home in a fight. Hopefully there's not much of it required here.

...

Does it get violent much out here?

[notkittenaround]

It has not, as yet, if one discounts the brawls of the saloon. But if we are under another's power, it is always a risk.

[mikangirl]

Always, I know. But I guess I can manage for a while.

Thanks for your help.