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thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-24 01:02 pm
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!]
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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?]
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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.]
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--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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[What the hell... He sees a flicker of something else. Something around Nami, like a veil, a split moment of a familiar inhuman figure towering behind her. He's seen that guy before.
And just like that, the image is gone, and Sam has little time to question it.
Shit. He lunges, quick as he can, for Nami — because he can already see where this is going, and like hell is he going to witness his friend get her head bitten off by some alien steroid freak. He already knows why she's frozen; he gets it. But it's not happening. Her hair billows slightly behind them as he shoves her (rather ungracefully, he's so sorry). When the teeth slice down and take out a large mouthful of her hair, the guy isn't too thrilled.
Sam just so happens to be a great target, staggering to stand after nearly toppling to the floor himself. Big guy kicks out with one of his feet and catches Sam hard in the ribs, and Sam goes flying right into the side of the bar with a sharp gasp of pain.
He looks to the side to make sure Nami's recovering and still in the fight, but he doesn't have much time to reaction before the guy's foot is pinning him hard where he's sprawled as he spits hair; probably not too happy about all of that in his mouth, one would guess.]
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There. Blood. But not too much, probably just scraped by, too close, the hair is-- gone--
Sam shoved her. Pretty sure. She twists on the ground, all her weight on her elbows and knees, and tries to locate wherever he's gone and-- there. The big guy has him pinned; a guy that, let's be completely frank, looks nothing like Arlong at all. Which pisses her off. Spitting out her hair.
Her fucking
hair
Nami surges up from the ground and takes the nearest chair with her, following through with a swing vicious enough to break across the fucker's head and shoulders. Yeah, he's big and tough but whatever, that has to scramble his brain at least a few seconds, throw him off balance enough so that when she tackles him two seconds later it'll peel him right off Sam, bouncing them both off the bar and sliding right down somewhere by Sam's feet instead.
Where she proceeds to continue hitting him with a piece of broken chair, at least until she stops feeling so goddamned angry about the last eight seconds. Don't get between a redhead and her friends/hair/childhood trauma man, it's just not healthy.]
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He turns to Nami, checking to see what she's planning on doing with the shark-tooth man.
After all, he was pretty clearly jumping in for a kill.]
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Well-- she's not sure she feels better. But she gets up anyway, stumbling a little as she clears the huge mass of the guy and glances down at the broken chair before dropping it. She doesn't regret hurting him, either. He tried to bite her head off, and pinning Sam the way he did was a little too familiar.
Still. Are we done? We're done. She dusts her hands off on her jeans, bright smile a little brittle.]
So I guess I'll leave some money for the chair. [She glances at the cut on her arm to make sure it's not serious, then shifts her attention to Sam's face.] You're gonna need some stitches, I think.
[So's she, if the warmth she can feel down through her hairline is any indication. But hey, uh. We look better than the other guys...?]