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Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Iskaulit
When: Broadcast 12th / Action anywhere from 3rd -12th probably

[In light of certain updates from certain hunters, Nami is trying really, really hard not to take her impressive temper out on the person who's effectively her roommate on the Bloodsport. But being angry and trying to convince yourself not to lash out at someone you think may deserve it but might not so let's be nice about it doesn't really help your mood any. Nami doesn't want to lay into Cas. So Nami avoids Cas. Just for a little while. Because she respects their friendship enough not to damage it in a fit of anger, but also because she thinks trying to punch an angel might be bad for her hand. You know.

So Nami is avoiding the Bloodsport. Which isn't that hard when you've somehow found yourself working at both bars on the Iskaulit. She pulls all the extra shifts she can, keeps busy, works her temper off in fits and starts, and devotes some of her extra time to visiting the gardens to see how her mikan saplings are going, and generally explores what the Iskaulit has to offer.

Really, you can find her drinking at a bar, behind a bar, or anywhere else on the ship. Pick your poison.]

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[Today she's not working but lurking at the bar anyway, picking away at snacks and going through her comm and trying to find ways to waste time. So. Lucky network, have a bored navigator.]

Paradisa. Adstringendum. Luceti. [Kyriakos, she nearly adds, but nobody's officially given her that one.] They're all fun places, so I hear. Are there others? I'm curious to see if they have anything in common.

....

...has anyone ever died on the Fleet?

And I guess if that's too morbid for you: pirates or ninjas?

[...Nami. Either be serious or don't. Or-- have another drink. That works.]

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Hmmm. [Vash is quiet as he thinks about that for a moment. A very QUICK moment.] Yeah, you'd look better in it than I do now. I think that's only fair then. I'll leave my coat to you.

Wonderful. Any time you want to shuffle your fresh corpse to the bar and leave it in my hands, you feel free to do so.

Well, either this place or your beautiful voice has brought me back from the dead. So you may need to be disappointed for awhile longer.

But you're so easy to kill! All people have to do is insult you and keel right over. You should leave it with me anyway for safekeeping.

No, my love for you will keep me clinging to life. I think I'll be okay.

Well, I admire your high standards, especially if they keep you alive. I guess you can keep the coat.

But if anything ever happens. It's all yours.

Ahh, I've got it on record! No takebacks.

Well, if I'm dead I don't think you'll have to worry about that.

Depends on if you come back from the dead, doesn't it?

[What a morbid thing to joke about.]

But then I wouldn't be dead anymore. Thus voiding your claim on it.

So you'd better do those altercations pretty quick so I wouldn't want it back.

Uh uh. Your coat is mine if you die. Coming back from the dead just to get it back is cheating.

[Keywords, man.]

To be fair; I wouldn't becoming back for just my coat I hope you realise.

To also be fair, you'd still have been dead.

Yeah, but the clause is: if I'm dead you can have my coat. [This is how bored getting trapped in space can be. Arguing semantics of coming back from the dead.]

No. It's "if anything ever happens", which by the way is a very loose description and you're just lucky I'm nice enough to put a narrower definition on it myself. [Tsk.]

Just don't die, and I suppose this won't be an issue.

That sounds better. As I don't think I would like dying very much.

I'd be worried if you did. But look, now I've given you extra incentive!

Yeah, I'd hate to lose my signature look! So I'd better be on my toes!