Voices from Heaven (
thespaceopera) wrote in
driftfleet2016-01-24 01:02 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- ahsoka tano,
- alex daniels,
- alex russo,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- ambrose/"glitch",
- anakin skywalker,
- atoli,
- beverly crusher,
- beyond birthday,
- bigby wolf,
- castiel (au),
- chloe price,
- clay terran,
- coil lenn,
- cole,
- davesprite,
- elize lutus,
- felix harrowgate,
- greedling,
- hakkai cho,
- haruka tenoh,
- hera syndulla,
- hermione granger,
- hino rei,
- james buchanan barnes (au),
- james buchanan barnes (crau),
- james potter,
- jennifer keller,
- jilly coppercorn,
- katie mccoy,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- koala,
- leia organa,
- lioriley,
- marian hawke,
- max rockatansky,
- maxine "max" caulfield,
- michiru kaioh,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- momo mizrahi,
- nami,
- nelkeila tarid,
- north dakota,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- octavia blake,
- otono-tachibana makie,
- padmé amidala,
- qing-yuan zhu,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- remy lebeau,
- richard castle,
- riona cousland theirin,
- robb stark,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- sam winchester,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- solas,
- sorey,
- souji seta,
- stefan salvatore,
- steve rogers (ou),
- suzie quatro,
- tekhetsio,
- the vision,
- thor odinson,
- toph beifong,
- uchiha sasuke,
- zuko
Gumball Wishes and Taxicab Dreams
[On today's episode of the Drift Fleet:
The cargo holds are full of mysterious crates! The crews are filling beyond capacity with new faces! Official alerts are informing the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are docking at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke!
What are they going to do!? Stay tuned to find out!
...Meaning, this is a kickoff mingle for you all to enjoy the beginning of the latest plot setting. This is a convenient place to start threads relating to the first week of the event-- meeting new crewmembers, reacting to the mysterious cargo, arriving on the station and discovering that you're all broke, etc.
Tag around, start whatever you'd like, have fun. And, as always, feel free to make your own posts and mingles from here on in, as this will be the only mod-posted one for this event!]
The cargo holds are full of mysterious crates! The crews are filling beyond capacity with new faces! Official alerts are informing the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are docking at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke!
What are they going to do!? Stay tuned to find out!
...Meaning, this is a kickoff mingle for you all to enjoy the beginning of the latest plot setting. This is a convenient place to start threads relating to the first week of the event-- meeting new crewmembers, reacting to the mysterious cargo, arriving on the station and discovering that you're all broke, etc.
Tag around, start whatever you'd like, have fun. And, as always, feel free to make your own posts and mingles from here on in, as this will be the only mod-posted one for this event!]
no subject
[She'd originally thought he must have been from the Grand Line, but uh. No. She's pretty sure he's not by now. Nami hasn't put much thought into it beyond that.
Several tables away, a weedy-looking human gets up and directs the bar--Sam, Nami-- a hard look before making for the exit in a not particularly nonchalant manner.]
no subject
But then he lets it go, looks back to Nami just as quickly.]
Did it involve the saying 'yo ho' at any point?
no subject
[Congratulations, you now have one (1) navigator singing ya-yo yaaa-yoooo under her breath.]
It was catchy, anyway.
no subject
Nice singing, Nami, don't quit ur navigator job.]Interesting. Congrats on your own theme song. I don't think I have one, but we did have a Supernatural musical once. You know, based off our books. [It sounds as awkward as it is, Nami.] For some reason, they finished it off with some Kansas...
I mean, personally I think they have way better songs than that, but...
no subject
[The fuck's a Kansas, Sam.
Also excuse you she's a fine singer you jerk] I don't know. Maybe a lot of people are just stories in other people's worlds and that's how they connect together. Your world's just weird. [And shitty. Have we mentioned shitty lately?]I mean, the Straw Hats are famous back home, and people are maybe writing songs about us-- if Brook hasn't he's slacking-- but I'm pretty sure there aren't any books. Or musicals.
no subject
Your world is weird.
[SO THERE.]
You never know; maybe you'll become so famous, they'll write comics about you.
[Rei gave him a Sailor Moon book once, you know.]
no subject
Comics... they're sketches, aren't they? For comedy?
[We have comics, they're just those one panel satirical kind that turn up in newspapers.]
no subject
... So they probably shouldn't be called comic books, but there you go.
no subject
They better get a good artist in if they ever do write a comic about us. [Which reminds her--] Hey. Did you get to see Sanji-kun's wanted poster while you were there?
no subject
[But he grins wickedly at the mention of Sanji's poster.]
As far as Sanji knows? Absolutely not.
no subject
...though probably that's best from a safe distance.
no subject
no subject
You know, I'd ask you how many you're up to, but I get the feeling I won't much like the answer.
[And hey, would you look at that. The weaselly guy from earlier makes a reappearance at the entrance, pointing their direction out to some decidedly bulkier people behind him.]
no subject
Oh, well. You know. I get them on the job usually.
Bar fights, sparingly.
no subject
At that last part she shifts on her stool, taking a casual swallow of her drink as her gaze drifts across the room. Well. She'll take that as a decent heads up.]
Well, let's try not to get any today. Did I mention I went to the casino before this?
[There's four. Not even trying to be subtle; the kind of thug to swagger into a place and expect he's going to get what he wants. One stops briefly to talk to another patron, a friendly kind of exchange, and then they continue on across to the bar, standing around all "casual" like. Seen this before? The weasel is richly dressed and clears his throat like Sam and Nami haven't already noticed him, and tries to sound friendly.
"You're a pretty good player for a fleet tourist."
Sigh.]
I try.
no subject
[Sam puts down the rag, and covertly unties the back of his waist apron. No reason to have something for someone to grab, if this is about to get messy. Which, upon eyeballing, feels very much like it. He gives the Richie Rich an actor's grin, hands on the bar counter.]
You guys ordering? Pick a seat and I can get you our best bottle.
no subject
She'd write him off as drunken sleaze if he hadn't come with friends, but Nami smiles sweetly at him anyway. She's honestly not fussed, although she may have to apologise later to Sam for the trouble he might face if there's a scene in his bar. It's why she tries to stay polite, at least for now. The escort looks human, or mostly; there's one that fits the shape but his neck sits a bit oddly, his eyes a little off. If they're human, they're manageable.
"I actually came in to make you an offer," Richie Rich continues. "It's not often I have such a challenge. Private game, management floor?" He smiles back, sharp and calculating. "Give me a chance to win back my money?"]
Hmm, I'm flattered! [Nami takes another sip of her drink, then gives him an apologetic look.] But you know, I figure if you get to the point the casino says not to come back, that's a good cut-off point, you know? You'll win it off someone else.
["Aw come on, I insist!" He scoots the stool a little closer, leaning in, and she leans back just as much, straight-faced, because ew your breath. "Girl like you won't have any trouble, you might even make a little more to take home, right? You're not afraid of the challenge, are you?"]
I said no. Maybe another day.
[She pointedly ignores him after that. At least for the four or five seconds it takes for his smile to fade, watching her drink like he's not there.
Then he's standing all up in her personal space, though he keeps his hands to himself. He keeps his voice low as he can, but in a bar with music it's not exactly a whisper. "This isn't optional, alright? I'm not losing out to some two bit off-station whore. You're giving me a chance to win back my money."
In a private room. Sure. She'll be lucky to walk out with her dignity intact, right? Nami doesn't answer him this time, but sets her drink carefully back on the bar. Meets Sam's eyes for a second, becauuuuse this isn't going to go well either way. Sorry.]
no subject
Sam is hardly a fan. He's also ready to leap over the bar with those long-ass legs to start some shit whenever Nami does. Which he's thinking she's about to, by that look she throws him.
By all means, Nami. After you. He'll charge in whenever you're really to swing
no subject
Look, even if I did, I don't have your money anymore, okay? Our ships needed supplies. It's all gone. [She waves a hand because sorry, she just can't help the polite offer.] If you really want, I can send you a basket of complementary fruit from our kitchen--
[She's expecting him to lay hands on her, which was where her tolerance limit was really set. Can't say she didn't try everything before that. Instead, he sneers and leans down to yank one of the bags out from under the chair, tearing the top part of it. "You expect me to take payment in what, new jeans and a bunch of--"
Yeah, that's about where Nami cracks him in the face with a piece of wood that may have been down her cleavage.
Because One Piece. But also because fuck you, nobody touches her stuff, either.
Richie has a glass jaw. The other four probably don't. :D Sorry, Sam, I'm starting shit in ur bar.]
no subject
Well... Okay, Sam's already grabbing the nearest half-empty bottle, flipping it upside down in his hand, and chucking it hard. Poor Richie was already reeling around tearfully and angrily with said glass jaw, but now he's got a bottle to the forehead that totally lays him out flat.
Sam can easily catapult himself over the bar with those long hunter legs, so just don't get into any trouble in the 2 seconds it'll take for him to get over there, mmkay??]
no subject
And by that I mean thank you she can probably handle herself for those two whole seconds without backup, please witness as she kicks the stool into the way of one of the jerks to buy space and sweeps back, snapping her normal everyday and non-climatact-y staff together. Dammit. But she does know how to fuck people over with a five foot pole so whatever works, right?
There's a sound that washes over the room, indistinct but a change, because people starting brawls is always good for drunken entertainment. Most people are just taken aback and scoot an inch or two back in their chairs, and some of the closer and more drunken ones cheer. (And the very drunk ones don't really seem to notice.) But one person twists in his chair as if ready to get up, and it's the guy that one of the bodyguards stopped to speak to on the way through.
Nami notices that at least, notes he has a friend, calculates whether she can take six people instead of four, and decides Sam probably evens the odds a little. So whatever. She can buy distance and she does, ramming the end of her staff into the gut of one and then cracking him in the jaw with it, sending him reeling, not quite down yet. Close.
After that, they'll take her more seriously. Ahaha. Barkeep?]
no subject
He can already tell it's gonna be a 'try to kill them' moment when the guy smashes a bottle on the table to make a weapon, so he backs up, grabs a handful of darts, and starts pelting the poor guy with them.
:D???
Listen to that upset man with a dart in his cheekbone.
What a whiner. Enjoy the pool cue over the top of your head.
Nami, if I didn't know any better, it'd seem that John and Dean endowed the ability to bar brawl in this mild-mannered barkeeper.]
no subject
--oh yeah, ducking. The two from the table did get up, so really she concentrates on attempting to maneuver so she's only dealing with one or two at a time; crack her staff into their ribs or their jaws, shove them tottering back and hopefully into the line of fire of Mr Vicious over there.
Mostly, they're not getting too nasty with her, probably because she's the one who supposedly has all their money. But one surprises her with a knife, lunging forward, and she deflects him away; not before scoring a long thin welt along her arm. Jerk. That's when she switches; less evasive, more brutal, kicking him savagely in the groin with her long heels and then swinging the staff down on his head while he's howling and bent over in the middle of the floor.
That's what, two down now plus Richie? Four to go.]
no subject
When she kicks that guy in the groin, though, he winces, has a moment of silence for the poor set of balls she probably just concaved. Then he's back to rushing forward, shoving one over the table before evading a right hook and giving a good punch into the solar plexus. He's surprised to find one hand wrap around his ankle and pull him steady -- looks like glass jaw has nine lives in the barfighting business.
He pulls back, just narrowly avoiding a deadly swipe with a broken bottle; the edge leaves a rough cut on his jaw and catches his hand, which bleeds freely as he punches the bottle-wielding man in the face with the other fist.]
no subject
Sam, you okay? [Because she can't come over there and check for herself right now but if you throw her back a peachy that would be grand. Though given he follows that with another punch it's probably not too serious. It's distracting enough for her that she misses the more casual, lumbering approach of the bigger guy with the weird-set eyes at first, but the yelp of a crowd member as he gets shoved aside redirects her attention soon enough. Oh, guy. Big guy. Hi. She's a little busy right now, beating up one of ur friends--
Then he opens his jaw wide, impossibly so for a human (so not, then) and even in this smoky light she sees the sharp edge of far too many teeth. Two sets like a shark, and if she hadn't been using a plain wooden staff then maybe it would be different. But as it is? Memory triggers, years ago something just like this too small to fight he's too strong--
In a moment she'll shake it off. She'll move. She'll be angry. But Nami freezes, hands white on the staff with her eyes caught by those teeth in the middle of a fight she can't turn her back on, and it's a moment too long for anything else.
He lunges for her, down with those teeth, intent on taking her head clean off. And she stares.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)