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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.