Snip Snap

[mikangirl]

Who: Sam, Nami, anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: 5th Feb

[The video feed cuts in on an angle, showing a clean bunk-room floor spattered with a few small traces of blood and a roll of gauze, and two people from the knees down; one wearing boots and sitting in a chair with his legs sprawled out, the other with custom heels standing behind him, keeping a steady stream of muttering--]

—my fault if I’m better than they are. [A bloodied gauze pad falls to the floor as she works.] You can’t hold a poker face, don’t play poker. [There’s a quiet hiss between teeth, and Nami’s low, quick apology. Sam huffs and twists, and there’s an audible crackle in his back somewhere — to which he grumbles:]

I really am getting too old for this.

Complain, complain. Here, this oughtta’ do it — I don’t… think it’ll scar. You should be good. Heh. [Sheepish.] … How old are you? In regular time.

I think I’m supposed to be thirty-something. Are we counting the last universe we were in? Anyway, you know, spiritually? Old man here. Pushing two centuries. Handle with care.

[Snort.] Spiritually maybe, but I’m pretty sure your bones aren’t that old. Quit complaining.

You can say that, but I have to write with this gimp hand. Stupid beer bottles. Remind me why I took up a bartending job.

You missed the excitement of home? [She rips off another piece of tape, sounding amused, and he gives a huffed laugh. Then a short, unsure pause.]

You okay? I mean, you had a moment back there. The guy with the freaky teeth.

[There’s a delay in answering as Nami works, then she replies too casually.] Yeah. Just took me by surprise, that’s all. Here— [There’s the sound of tissues being yanked from a box.] Stop bleeding all over my floor. [And after a moment, a change of subject:] Uh. I’m sorry.

You serious? Don’t even worry about it. Dean’s got us into dumber bar fights. Uhm… but, uh. Your hair is… Kind of…? [Spoken like a man who does not want to face a navigator’s wrath, and he trips over his words like they’re his gangly-ass legs.] It’s looking…

Hey I’m sure it’s in fashion somewhere in the universe. [Though there’s a long still pause, and then the heels move suddenly, turning away] It’s okay. It’s not practical anyway. I’ll just… tidy it. Or something.

[Sam rises up, turning on his heel as well. There’s a pat-pat as he taps the chair.]

I’ll just have to give it the Winchester treatment. We’re great barbers. Because, you know. Hunters are cheap-asses.

Uh-huh. Have you seen your hair lately?

… Wow, what’s that supposed to mean? [Off-camera, he flips it rather pathetically out of his face.]

It means I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cut it in the entire time I’ve known you. I’ve seen sheepdogs with bangs shorter than yours!

… Well… Fine. You cut mine, I’ll cut yours.

Mmmm… Sounds like fun. [Huehuehue.] But I’ll go first. I need to get rid of this lopsided look.

[There’s a click-clack as Nami sits down proper in the chair, and a woosh of what was likely some sort of medical paper as he wraps it around her neck carefully. Mostly because he knows the pains of John trimming his hair and letting it all fall down his shirt. And then, dramatically, he snips at the air.]

Don’t move. I’m known to be very dangerous with sharp objects.

Oh no. I’m terrified. [But she does keep still. She trusts you, Sam. And soon after, a long lock of orange hair falls to the floor by her feet. Sam wanders in focused circles around her, snipping here and there. If the camera could see him, there’d no doubt be a tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. The concentration is too real today. Snip, snipsnackt — After a long moment, he leans back.]

I think… That should do it. [He sounds unconfident at first, but… then he hums a more comfortable hum of approval.] Yeah, I think. What do you think?

Hold on. I need a mirror. Or maybe I can take a photo-- [A moment later, the comm is picked up and Nami’s slightly battered face squints into it and… kind of realises it’s on. Welp.



Then with a cheeky grin, it gets put down more gently on the bed, showing the chair properly this time instead of the lower angle of it.] It’ll do. Sit. [She figures someone will tell her if her hair is a disaster soon enough. Sam, though, looks a bit nervous on second thought as he sits and appears in frame, bruises and cuts and all.]

… You’ve cut someone’s hair before, right?

[Nami laughs delicately, rounding behind the chair with a snip-snap of the scissors as she picks them up and gives her best innocent expression to the camera.] Don’t worry so much!

...of course I haven’t.

[As innocent as a lamb~

Sam squirms and gulps.]

Hey, is your feed on?

[Snickt.] Nope.

Comments

[voice]

[pompous_today]

... Nami... did you forget you have a doctor on your ship, or...?

[voice]

[namisan]

[Oh WELP there went that deception. She grins sheepishly, even if Simon can't see it.]

Sorry, Simon. Force of habit. Neither of us were badly hurt though!

[...she says with stitches in her hairline. Whoops.]

[voice]

[pompous_today]

I would feel better if I come and take a look at you both.

[voice]

[namisan]

We're just in my room if you want to stop by.

[At which point this will turn into a three way thread, most likely. Though hopefully she'll have finished Sam's hair in a few moments.]

[voice]

[collegedropout]

I knew that damn thing was on...

...

Totally Nami's fault. [Ha. Throwing her under a bus is fiiine.] I don't usually have doctors around for this kind of thing. It's second nature to do it myself.

[voice]

[pompous_today]

I am not going to assign blame to either party. [He laughs.] I can understand that, but... while I am here, if you'd like expert care, I will provide it.

Video

[passingthrough]

[Just a newbie here paying attention to every single thing on the network as she adjusts. It's her first time seeing the girl, but she vaguely knew a version of Sam from the prison. He was a few years younger though.]

Just remember, hair grows back, but not ears.

Video

[collegedropout]

[Sam makes a concerned little expression, reaching to tuck hair behind one of his ears, a bit pointed and elfish.]

I'm starting to think giving her scissors was a bad idea.

Video

[passingthrough]

Definitely seems possible. Unless you're addicted to the dangerous thrills of hair styling.

[Video]

[goldenglasses]

You're both okay, right? [Said at the start at seeing the bandages and waiting to be noticed.

Of course, as the conversation goes on it's pretty easy to see that they're fine. So onto the dramatics.] Nami! Your beautiful hair!

[Video]

[namisan]

[Sorry, Vash, for not hearing you. Probably it was muffled enough by rumpled bunk covers and random banter and pained sounds. |D But Nami certainly hears you now.]

What, does it look hideous now? Do I have to hit my hairdresser?

[It's... certainly a lot shorter. And given there's a hairline cut that's been carefully stitched, Vash can probably take a guess at how she lost a chunk.]

[Video]

[goldenglasses]

No, I suppose you don't have to hit him. Although he does have it easy with you as you'd look amazing even if you had no hair.

I guess, I was just, surprised is all! I didn't think you'd want to cut it. [He says want. Wondering if it will prompt the reason why it was cut and if it was indeed relating to that cut he can now see.]

[Video]

[collegedropout]

I didn't think I did too bad...

[Vash, don't make him re-think his hairdo maneuvers.

Maybe he should just stick to lopping off a hunter's hair...]

Everything's fine, though. Just kinda' got into a big scuffle at a bar.

You know how it goes. Rowdy on it's best days?

[Video]

[goldenglasses]

It's not bad, really. I just didn't expect her to cut so much off. It looks great. [Of course he'd say that right now even if it didn't because Nami can hear this.]

And, yeah, I think I can picture a few bars like that. One or two. [Or lots.] But I'm glad you're both okay.

video~

[bolder]

You both look gorgeous!

[Sob.]

video~ 1/2

[namisan]

[Aha, see?] Oh good! Thanks To--

[namisan]

[/record scratch]

Hey.

[bolder]

[Literally this motion.]

I wanted to contribute.

video~ 1/2

[collegedropout]

[SNERK]

...I know, right?

Though I personally think Nami's not in my league.

video~

[collegedropout]

I just rock the short haired look much better.

[sorry nami huehuehue]

video~

[namisan]

[Were you expecting to get shoved out of the chair at that point, Sam? Because GUESS WHAT.]

[bolder]

I'm judging you two equal to everything else ever.

That's final. [AND TOPH'S WORD IS LAW.]

[theoniongirl]

[While she'd made a habit of paying attention to whatever came across the feed--accidental or not--Jilly generally tried not to interrupt moments that weren't intentionally being broadcast. But, for all that she didn't know him well, Sam had become a familiar face at the datary, as well as someone else she knew with a soft spot for kids (or, well, one kid, at least). So while neither of them seemed particularly distressed with their injuries--]

Aren't card games generally supposed to be non-violent?

[you guys okay, there?]

[namisan]

[She doesn't know this voice. That gives her brief pause, but eh.]

I guess it depends where you play them! A lot of games back home can turn violent at the drop of a hat. I wouldn't worry about the station, though-- they've got rules about that kind of thing.

[Which doesn't really explain how it turned into a brawl, sorry Jilly.]

[collegedropout]

It depends on if Nami's involved in the card games. Don't listen to her.

[He wags a finger.]

You're my witness, Jilly. If I'm not seen again after this broadcast, it was her.

[Her and her violent card games and her scary scissors.]