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Who: Nami and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: 16th April

[The broadcast doesn't switch on while Nami is still sleeping, but it does decide to catch the moment when she practically launches off the bed with a banshee screech and then tumbles to the floor blankets and all, a tangle of material and bare limbs flailing in a pathetic heap.]

Luffy, you ass-- I'm the only one who can--

[The only one who can inhale a blanket corner, apparently. 8| Please hold, spluttering. She eventually flips the blanket back to show a mess of orange hair, smoothing it dazedly behind one ear-- and then freezing as she swipes at thin air beneath that.]

Wha hap'-- where's my--

[....]

.....huh?

[Memory might be taking a bit.]

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[Some hours later she'll be back and fully coherent and annoyed.]

I go to sleep for two weeks and we're still in this crappy place? Tell me there's a bright side somewhere. And I guess I owe a bunch of shifts at the bar or something.

Aha. Tell me I still have a job.

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[He smiles, but his brow is wrinkled a bit.]

You first?

You're the one who went somewhere, aren't you?

I guess. [Snrk. Fine. She pushes a glass toward him and raises her own for a drink.] Just reassure me first whatever you have to say isn't going to be something supremely horrible.

No, no, nothing... uh... too horrible. Really. I mean, it's not horrible by what I consider your standards... Maybe...? [He hesitates, and then sighs.] Dean's here. Um. Showed up while you were asleep.

[Be cool Sam, just drink ur drink.]

Dean's back? [She's surprised. Not exactly by the idea of Dean returning, but Sam's response--?? either way look at that dawning smile.] But-- that's good news! You guys can--

[--tickticktickding.]

What's wrong with him.

Uh, well... he, um.

[AWKWARD TRIPPING OVER WORDS, COOL.]

He's from Cas' world. The one that's still here, I mean. Stoner Cas.

From... that world.

[...

Oh okay, so there's that whole timeline split. Nami winces. Awkward. But it isn't for a few seconds until she remembers just precisely what's different about that other world that she blinks, pulling back from the table with her expression kind of just... darkening.

Yeah. Great.]

He hasn't tried to shoot you, has he.

[Look at that Sam, you went first anyway :')]

[SPUTTER]

No, no, it's - no, it's nothing like that.

I mean, he doesn't like me. At all. But he knows I'm not Lucifer now.

Well, that's something at least.

[She bristles a little at the idea of Dean not liking his own brother but let's be real here-- Sam's long gone in the guy's universe. Whatever the reason it happened, there's a lot of justification for bitterness right there.

She tosses her drink back.] So basically you're dealing with a sort-of brother that's more of a dick than usual.

Must be fun.

[He shrugs, looking... well, not thrilled, but not miserable.

That's good, right?]

He's way worse as a demon, so I think I can deal.

[... Did he ever tell you Dean was a demon at one point?

Christ, he can't remember. He has terrible priorities.]

[It's cool, you covered this recently. When the real Dean showed up, ironically enough. Her mouth twists a little but it's not exactly with amusement.]

You guys on speaking terms or is it kind of "you stay in your corner of the fleet and I'll stay in mine?"

[.........]

He hung up on me, so. Yeah, pretty much.

[3:^D;;;]

Fun.

[She'd like to be irritated at Dean, but tbh she can understand. It's just hard for everyone. If Dean is just set on avoiding Sam, then there's not much she can say to protest that.]

...difficult. I guess it's not the worst that can happen, but it sucks anyway. Sorry, Sam.

[Yeah, Sam doesn't exactly blame Dean, either.

But, you know. Him and his self-worth and self-dislike. Makes it easy not to regardless.]

It's fine. I've dealt with worse, right?

Besides... this could be good. For Cas and Dean. This place, it could be a better life, while they're able to have it.

...that's right. [Leaving aside Sam's attitude in that first part, the Fleet is so much better a place for the both of them. They've got nothing to go back to, do they? Nothing good, anyway. And--

--no. She leaves off the other thought she had. It's grounded in too much wishful thinking.]

Cas took to this place really well. How's Dean taking it? [She'd have said Cas was the more uptight one based on what she knows of Sam's Cas, but Dean has his own brand of intensity and this one's brother is the literal devil.]

Aaahm... Hard to say. He's — relatively calm, I think.

[A pause. He purses his lips.]

Don't... let Cas fool you, though. He's been having a rough time. He's just good at hiding it.

You think?

[Dryly, but softly. She's got eyes, Sam. Cas's reaction is just... more adaptive than she would have thought.]

What they've been through doesn't just vanish because they're here now, I know. It'll give them some breathing space, but unless we somehow change things they'll have to go back eventually and they know it.

I guess I'm just hoping they have some good moments while they're here.

[He sighs in mild frustration.]

That's not just it. I just mean... don't give him too much breathing space. He went on a bender so bad, he had to be dragged back home. I had to make sure he didn't drown in his own throw-up. So... [He leans back, taking a long, horrible drink of liquor. Rubs a hand over his face.] Hopefully now that Dean's here, it'll be easier for him.

Regardless, it's not a normal week unless I'm worried about somebody.

He won't talk to me. I've tried. And I don't much blame him. [His bender didn't happen at one of the Iskaulit bars; he went to the waystation. She knows he's having trouble, but...]

He was doing better, before you woke up. [Which makes it sound she thinks it's it's his fault, and Nami winces.] Finding out he screwed up in your universe probably wasn't any better for his state of mind than it was for yours in the same situation.

[Ah. Look at the raw guilt that flashes in his expression; her words hit him like a shot, through-and-through. He looks down at his drink sharply.]

... Yeah.

I know. I really freaked him out. And then some.

Couldn't be helped. [She can't say it's not your fault. On one minor level Sam's responsible for imparting that news in that brutal kind of way, and she bets Sam would kind of just. Cling to that to say he's guilty for all of it. So she tries the other tack instead.]

You were hurting and totally disoriented, and he doesn't blame you for that. Neither would anybody with any common sense. But you know yourself how hard it is to hear you failed in a different set of circumstances.

Don't beat yourself up over that. You're doing everything you can to help, right?

[He nods slowly.]

I wouldn't leave him to deal with it himself. Never.

[He takes a deep breath through his nose.]

Not when he was around, watching Lucifer destroy everything, um... [he clears his throat] wearing my face. I keep remembering how I made the, uh, other Sam complete the Trials before, how that would have benefited that world at the very least.

... But then when I think of going to Cas and Dean's world to try and help the Sam possessed by Lucifer... I think about how you might try to kick my ass for the thought.

[He glances up at her from over his glass, as if trying to read what she thinks of the idea.

Can't fault him for testing the waters, right?]

[The comment gets a reflexive grin from Nami. Apparently navigator violence is a factoring issue in Sam's life lately. But rather than agree, her eyes are thoughtful. And a little sad. Honestly? She was wondering the same thing herself not that long ago. But.]

It's a nice thought. And it's you. You want to fix everything, whether you think it's your fault or not. [LBR, you take the blame for like 95% of everything ever.]

But your own world is in enough trouble. You'd have to weigh up which one needs your help more, because you might die in either choice you make.

And-- you should get as much information as possible. If the world where you're possessed by Lucifer is beyond the point of no return-- if it's destroyed already-- there's not much even you could do. But maybe you could help them in other ways.

[You want to fix everything.

Damn, Nami, pulling excerpts from the Winchester Handbook.]

... I know. I was considering the method from Adstringendum.

Sending them anywhere other then their world, anyway.

But - I've hit nothing but dead ends with information on rituals or magic here, so far...

That's along the lines of what I was thinking, too.

[She tucks her hair behind her ears.] It might be we have to play the long game here and break the hold of the Atroma before we can mess with things like that. If we do... I still have my comm from Adstringendum. If it goes back to working fully, we should be able to use it to at least get to Adstring, right?

[Adstring is a hell of a lot better place to dump a traumatised Dean and Cas. And that's the most basic option.]

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