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[Video] Sam, Stop Being High Maintenance

Who: Nami and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: 24th Feb

[Well, it's been two days. Pretty sure she can rule out roofies by this point, and other potential illnesses given nothing changes. Pulse is still fine, breathing's regular, all that jazz. That leaves one likely possibility she can think of, given they've already proven Fleet passengers can be turned on and off at will.

Which irritates her. But who knows. Maybe the space orgy was just too much for their delicate viewers. HAH.]

Hey, so question. I know the augments are known to malfunction sometimes. What kind of malfunctions are we talking about? Have they ever... dropped anyone into a coma without warning?

...is there any way of countering it, if so?

[She bets this question has probably been asked a million times, but she can't find anything recent. Save her some reading material, guys.]

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Well those all sound-i mean people have mood swings and the sniffles all the time, it's a little hard to pinpoint it to the augment, isn't it? Seems more circumstantial. Now comas-well, I'm guessing those aren't all that common? [At least he really hopes not. He has a problem just sleeping around people, a coma is is a whole new level of defenselessness.]

Yeah? You don't have cellphones?

[He totally agrees.]

This was the first I'd seen of it, but I've got some corroboration now. It's happened to others, just... rarely. [And sometimes they get more memories of home. That's creepy.] And I'm guessing the mood swings or whatever are probably more extreme than normal. Otherwise I can't see anyone noticing at all.

No cellphones. Though I guess we could always have something similar. What's a cellphone?

Yeah, definitely worth keeping notes on, I'm sure. How long have you been here?

[Okay, there is definitely a technology gap here somewhere.] Why don't you tell me what tech is like where you're from and I'll see if I can fill in the gaps.

Ah... a few months, now.

Tech's pretty low key in our world, from what I've seen. We don't have cars or planes or spaceships-- most people travel by sea. I'm a pirate. [As an example.]

We've got some things that seem familiar, like a kind of communicator which is like these, but we can't type on it or see each other. It's voice only. [But she doesn't recognise cellphone, so... go figure.] They're not common. And there are some ways to broadcast onto a screen, but that's technology usually held by the marines.

...we've got some stuff nobody else has ever heard of, though. Like dials, and weather technology.

[In light of not really being able to help Sam, this is a welcome distraction.]

Edited (forgot that first question) 2016-03-06 03:49 (UTC)

[Woah, woah Nami. Girl you can talk.

But at least most of makes sense. Considering some of the crazy shit he's heard, this is all normal. Even if her claiming to be a pirate gets a curious arch of a brow. She's not quite the image he has in his mind when he thinks of 'pirate'.

But when she's done, he's not even sure where the hell he should start.]

Okay, well. Uh. First. THe communicator like this that you can talk on? Sounds like old-school cellphones. Eventually they added text. And then they added video. So. Close, I guess. Cellphones are pretty much like what we're using now.

Dials and weather tech. you might have to explain, because that actually sounds pretty familiar.

But before that. A pirate. Really? Like...a thief that looks good in a swimsuit?

[YOU ASKED, GOD. Tech is weird in her world. At that last part, she gives a snort and a sideways look at FDR, because she gets the tone you're using there, sir.]

Please. In my world? I'm probably the only thief that looks good in a swimsuit.

[She'll get to the tech part in a minute, gotta be vain first.]

[Okay. So he did. But pace yourself, woman. Actually, he doesn't mind a woman that can keep the conversation going, the more its on her and the less it's on him, usually the better.

...And there might have been a certain tone in his question, but now there's an entirely new one as he grins at her.]

You know. I got no doubts. I'm guessing there's not much of a reason for swimsuits in space though, huh?

Nope. Though I'm told we visit ocean planets some time, so I guess I'll keep my hopes high on that score. Then you can judge for yourself.

[She grins.]

I'm Nami.

That's great. Something to look forward to then.

[A pause.] Though you know, swimsuits really are nothing but decorated underwear.

[Just saying, if you wanna show off earlier than a water planet.]

I'm FDR.

[Snrk.] You don't say. [He'll have fun if he ever meets her in person. Nami's taste often runs to wearing a bikini top and jeans.

But rather than give him a more direct response to that, because it's more fun to be vague about it, she just grins at him, eyebrows lifted.]

Does that stand for anything in particular?

Just trying to make it easy.

[And his lips curve into a teasing smile.] They do.

[Look, he can play the vague game too.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind. [She's grinning outright now.] Are you going to tell me what it stands for or do I have to resort to all kinds of embarrassing guesses?

Embarrassing guesses? What, are you not good at these kind of games? Because I'm starting to think we could turn this into an interesting game.

Not much of a game if I'm the one who has to do all the work.

I'm the one that has to listen to embarrassing guesses, right? Look, I'm all about making it fair.

Like, you don't get it right in a certain amount of tries, you make good on all that swimsuit bragging. And if you do get it...I'll buy dinner.

I'm likely to make good on all that bragging just for the hell of it, you know. Seems to me if that's the case, you should buy me dinner anyway.

...you know, I can't find a flaw with your logic. Let's do it.

Perfect. Though I hope you're not thinking ship food. [Because dear god.]

You know what? Lady's choice. [Delivered with the smoothest smile he's got in his arsenal.] Though if you do settle on ship food, I insist on alcohol to wash it down with.

No, I think we can do without ship food. There's some nice places on station. Though if you're not in any hurry, we're bound to turn up at a planet with a decent beach eventually.

Well. I don't see why we can't do both. [Like he's ever going to turn down a girl in a swimsuit.]

Though, who knows if the next planet will have as much good choices to eat from. So, we might as well get dinner while getting's good, hm?

As you wish. In that case, I know just the place.

Mm, a decisive girl. I like it. Tell me when and where and I'll be there.

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