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driftfleet2016-06-20 05:35 am
namisan) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-20 05:35 am
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Calling Chefs and Bartenders and ... Doctors. Probably.
Who: Nami and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport, Iskaulit
When: Today
[She wakes up feeling odd. Can't quite place it. Her clothes hang a little more loosely when she puts them on, and Nami makes a face. She's been run off her feet way too much lately. Which means... now is probably a good time to make that call she's been putting off, with certain bffs turning into crazed Stepford wives. :|]
[Video]
Malum isn't the only place that's short-staffed. The Space Bar could do with at least one more bartender, maybe two. We definitely need a chef, so if you're interested in earning some more cash and all the free drinks you want, basically the same deal applies! I'll be at the bar all day, so if you're interested, come in and say so.
[She could probably have put more effort into that, but she's too tired. Blagh. Oh wait, an addendum:]
Within reason, by the way. If you're some kind of demigod with a limitless appetite for alcohol I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to limit you on your free consumption.
[This is not hypocritical at all, given her own tolerance. But hey. Basically if you can outdrink Nami, you... probably shouldn't get all the free beer you want or you'll put her out of business.
Now excuse her as she yawns off to work.]
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[For the afternoon she's fine, even if she has to cinch her cute saloon dress in another tiny bit. She has lost weight. There's a vague resolution of taking a couple days off and stuffing her face once she has more than one other staff member (and Fenris could probably do with the option of more time off besides), and she just gets on with it. If you come into the bar in the afternoon she'll be her usual self, serving drinks and talking to potential employees or crammed in a corner on a break with a sandwich and a pack of cards.
Evening hits, and so does exhaustion. She slows down, occasionally gets distracted staring into space, and there's a light flush on her face that isn't from drinking. It's only a few hours on that she has to squint to focus, and Nami acknowledges that, okay, she might be coming down with something, and maybe she left looking for staff a little too long. But she keeps working, until either the bar closes or someone well-meaning chases her out of the bar. Buuut if you do that, you better be prepared to cover for the rest of the night, gosh.
...
...
...
Either way, by the time she leaves the bar and starts heading for the shuttle bay, her face is flush with fever to the point that the tips of her ears are turning red, and all her joints ache.
This feels familiar.
...it's probably just the flu.
She travels the hallways down to the shuttle bay, leaning on the walls to get her balance back, and manages to make it all the way down to the Bloodsport's shuttle, getting the hatch open, before she just... slides down its side to her knees, closing her eyes. She should probably get back to her ship and get a doctor's opinion.
Orrr maybe she'll just... pass out. Right here.
Sounds good.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport, Iskaulit
When: Today
[She wakes up feeling odd. Can't quite place it. Her clothes hang a little more loosely when she puts them on, and Nami makes a face. She's been run off her feet way too much lately. Which means... now is probably a good time to make that call she's been putting off, with certain bffs turning into crazed Stepford wives. :|]
[Video]
Malum isn't the only place that's short-staffed. The Space Bar could do with at least one more bartender, maybe two. We definitely need a chef, so if you're interested in earning some more cash and all the free drinks you want, basically the same deal applies! I'll be at the bar all day, so if you're interested, come in and say so.
[She could probably have put more effort into that, but she's too tired. Blagh. Oh wait, an addendum:]
Within reason, by the way. If you're some kind of demigod with a limitless appetite for alcohol I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to limit you on your free consumption.
[This is not hypocritical at all, given her own tolerance. But hey. Basically if you can outdrink Nami, you... probably shouldn't get all the free beer you want or you'll put her out of business.
Now excuse her as she yawns off to work.]
-----
[For the afternoon she's fine, even if she has to cinch her cute saloon dress in another tiny bit. She has lost weight. There's a vague resolution of taking a couple days off and stuffing her face once she has more than one other staff member (and Fenris could probably do with the option of more time off besides), and she just gets on with it. If you come into the bar in the afternoon she'll be her usual self, serving drinks and talking to potential employees or crammed in a corner on a break with a sandwich and a pack of cards.
Evening hits, and so does exhaustion. She slows down, occasionally gets distracted staring into space, and there's a light flush on her face that isn't from drinking. It's only a few hours on that she has to squint to focus, and Nami acknowledges that, okay, she might be coming down with something, and maybe she left looking for staff a little too long. But she keeps working, until either the bar closes or someone well-meaning chases her out of the bar. Buuut if you do that, you better be prepared to cover for the rest of the night, gosh.
...
...
...
Either way, by the time she leaves the bar and starts heading for the shuttle bay, her face is flush with fever to the point that the tips of her ears are turning red, and all her joints ache.
This feels familiar.
...it's probably just the flu.
She travels the hallways down to the shuttle bay, leaning on the walls to get her balance back, and manages to make it all the way down to the Bloodsport's shuttle, getting the hatch open, before she just... slides down its side to her knees, closing her eyes. She should probably get back to her ship and get a doctor's opinion.
Orrr maybe she'll just... pass out. Right here.
Sounds good.]
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...she's not that bad yet. Is she?]
...maybe in another hour. [That's totally a compromise. I mean there's money to be made--!!]
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One hour. [Who is the boss here? ] You have overstretching yourself as late. It will do none of us any good if you make yourself sick because of it.
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She gives Fenris a sulky look (I'm the boss also I'm secretly five) for about two seconds before she rolls one shoulder back in a stiff shrug.]
But yeah, okay. On the bright side, once we get new people trained up the load'll be lot lighter for both of us.
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[Don't make him carry your unconscious ass back to the Bloodsport if you pass out, Nami. Don't make him do that.]
That will be a relief. I'm sure it will relieve some boredom in the Fleet, also.
[Because bored people do stupid things. ]
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...also, Fenris, stop making sense. She hesitates a little longer, and then sighs.]
Let me just deal with the kitchen, and I'll head out. If you're sure.
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[That would be so nice. He watches her with an arched eyebrow, before exhaling a soft huff of laughter. ]
I am sure. And I suppose if dealing with the kitchen will satisfy you, I shan't push for anything less.
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[Nobody else is likely to want more food at this point, so it's really just washing the dishes and going, right?
...she might doze off in the kitchen. Sorry.]
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[Yep, he is so gonna check up on her and probably throw a tea towel over her shoulders until she wakes up again. See, boss? See how caring he is? That's a well of caring right there. ]
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WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE IF SHE'D FACEPLANTED IN HOTSAUCE
taken pictures obviouslyyeah okay she just took a nap at the table, which makes things both better and worse. Definitely going home.Definitely pausing to grumpily toss a teatowel in Fenris' direction as she exits the kitchen, though her aim is off and it just kind of flutters pathetically to the ground. IT'S FINE. Close enough.]
See you tomorrow. Maybe.
[Probably not.]
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He watched the tea towel make its sad descent, before turning to look at her. ]
I am glad you are finally seeing sense. Rest. Do not worry. I assure you the place won't burn down without you for a few days.
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[She hovers because she should probably give some last minute instructions for new people or something, but... eh. Look she's gonna go home and sleep and then she'll talk later when she's coherent.
Or not.]Have a good night!
[She's off to pass out elsewhere now.]
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[NO MORE HOVERING GO TO SLEEP. ]