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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[Blink. Quite apart from that first bit that makes her think there's a rabbit hole involved here somewhere, that name pings her. She peers at him for a long moment.]

Steven? [It's not the Universe part, lol. Just that face with that name.] Where were you before this?

Yep! Um... I was in an old wrecked spaceship! We were about to go back home.

[That doesn't sound like Adstring. Oh well.]

Sorry you never made it.

[Your face doesn't sound like Adstring.]

It's okay! I'll make it back eventually. I just get a space vacation first! And Pearl's here, so things are gonna be okay.

[Correct. My face sounds like death threats and honey.]

Pearl? She's someone you know from home?

[Sounds legit]

Yep! She's one of the Crystal Gems, and she helped to raise me! And she's really smart and pretty and strong, too!

[...]

You've never been to a place called Adstringendum?

Iiii don't think so. Is that a clothes store? I don't know where any of my clothes come from.

Well, you'd know it if you saw it.

It's just there was a boy there called Steven who talked about knowing gem people.

[She never really talked to him, but that post on the network was memorable for that question.]

Really? He sounds like a nice kid! I bet we'd get along great! [Same name, talking about gem people...]

[Steven rly. But if it was him, he obviously doesn't remember, so she lets the subject drop.]

You sound like you get along great with most people.

Oh, you know, I try my best!

Do you think we're getting along great? That'd be... great!

[Pfft.]

I think we're getting along just fine.

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[Steven raises his arms in a cheer.]

Yes! One more new friend, with a side of outer space!

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