[Video] Sam, Stop Being High Maintenance

[namisan]

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.]

Comments

[namisan]

If you ever want advice, you can ask me! I'll help you out.

[She's not the world's best role model and she might troll him sometimes, but Nami's generally a good sort. You'll be fine!]

[killedwithlove]

[He hums.]

I do know when people mean me harm, or just... ill will? People often can't tell, but I can. It helps.

[namisan]

It's a useful skill to have, yeah. I picked that one up from long experience, but you take it to a whole other level, don't you?

[killedwithlove]

[He nods slowly.]

I always knew. I can hear it in people. The desire to hurt shrieks like sunlight through a magnifying glass.

[namisan]

Vivid picture. What do happier emotions feel like?

[killedwithlove]

Soft and round. Love glows and sometimes burns. Amusement bubbles. Joy diffuses.

I'm made to feel the hurt most. To help it. I can't help it if I don't know it.

[namisan]

[That's compassion for you. Painful kind of life. Which makes something else occur--]

You said you saw part of my life... before. [One of the nastier parts.]

How bad was it?

[killedwithlove]

[ His fingers drift to his upper arm, where her tattoo is, with the scars from the knife. ]
You screamed his name over and over and wished it was his face the blade cut into.

[namisan]

...you felt all that?

[It's a distant sort of question. That's years in the past for her, and a painful memory but one with closure. More, Nami cringes that Cole might have got the full weight of that afternoon.]

[killedwithlove]

Not like I usually do. I witnessed. Now I feel. Despair. An event horizon, balancing, falling, screaming...

Caught. Drawn back from the abyss.

[namisan]

...it was a really bad day.

[Her fingers drift up absently to touch at the rough edges she can still feel, and she smiles a little.] It got a lot better after.

[killedwithlove]

Yes. It felt like it.

[ He gives her a small smile and nods. ]

I'm glad it did. I don't get to feel that a lot.

[namisan]

Hmm, well. You should seek it out a little more. Helps balance out the bad, you know?

[killedwithlove]

Spirits don't need to balance the bad but... maybe people do.

[namisan]

People definitely do. If we don't have the memories of what it was like when things were good, we'll drown when things get bad. So instead, we get to hope. We keep fighting, and things will eventually get better again.