Gumball Wishes and Taxicab Dreams

[thespaceopera]

[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!]

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[mikangirl]

[Nami yelps, high and startled, though whether at the sudden shove or the vicious near-miss and yank of her hair that split second before most of it slices off on razor sharp teeth. There's a stinging sensation just in front of her ear and she feels for it frantically as she hits the ground, wondering if he got her after all, heart beating too fast and hands feeling numb and starting to shake as adrenaline overrides her shock.

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.]

[collegedropout]

[Wow, shit, Nami. Sam would interrupt and try to calm you, but he has a feeling that a.) you need this and b.) he needs to deal with the other idiots. Which he does. He flips one into a table, breaking it, and the person left gets a few punches to the face before he staggers off, dragging one of his friends with him. Now that they see it's a bad idea to fight the tall bartender and the furious redhead, they're rushing out quick enough.

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.]

[mikangirl]

[It probably looks a little comical, this girl with long hair on one side and a ragged mess on the other sitting on a guy and beating his face in. There's a couple nervous titters in the background, mainly because the fight is clearly over and this is the only entertainment left. But Nami isn't a murderer and isn't all that far gone, either, halting mid-strike when she realises she's battered the guy well and truly into unconsciousness. Maybe a couple more hits than truly necessary. A broken jaw. He'll live.

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...?]