driftfleet | [Video] Sam, Stop Being High Maintenance

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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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[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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