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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. :|]

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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.

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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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[There's a salary attached to that too, but the point is moot.]

Hmm. How's your cooking skills?

Well, I'm certainly no chef, but give me a recipe that's not too complicated and I can generally make something not burnt and editable.

I actually use to fill now and then for bars back home when I ran out of cash. More dishwasher or serving, but I did help out in the kitchens too now and then. So most bar foods I'm not too bad at now.

Our food is not complicated-- it's bar food. Toasted sandwiches, simple meals, the like. People don't ask for food all day long, so I'd probably ask you come in around mealtimes and you can incorporate dishwashing, and we'll take up the slack for food in between.

Would you be interested in that? I could also do with a relief bartender to stand in when someone is sick or inevitably, uh... goes home.

Yeah. That sounds doable. I'll even wear one of those annoying hair nets for the you.

I can start today if you want. I got nothing better to do.

[Snort.] See, now I just want to see you shove all that hair into a net.

Come in for a trial run at lunchtime. I'll see what your cooking skills are like.

The sacrifices I make for good food. It's devastating.

I shall see you around lunch time! You won't be disappointed! You just won't have your mind blown either. Hahah!

[And he'll even show up a bit early to have a chance to take a look at the kitchen before orders start coming in.]

Hey, Vash.

[Nami's behind the counter, still cheerful, though she thinks she can feel a faint headache coming on. Bleh. She wipes her hands on the cloth and leaves the bar to Fenris, beckoning Vash through the kitchen door.]

[Vash smiles and waves as he enters. Then stops mid-wave. He blinks a couple times as if trying to quickly adjust to different lighting.]

Oh, hey Nami. You look different. Did you cut your hair again? [And shrink slightly?]

No? [She blinks back at him in confusion, and then frowns.]

I've lost weight. I didn't think it was that noticeable. It's temporary.

Oh, don't worry. It's not too noticeable. [Vash flashes a quick grin.] You don't get as good with the ladies as I am without being extra observant!

[Vash shrugs it off. It wasn't the first time he's noticed a human shrink. It wasn't common at Naomi's age, usually a bit older, but the weight loss might have something to do with it.]

But why temporarily? Not that you weren't smoking hot to begin with, but usually people are excited to lose weight.

Because I was already in good shape. If I've lost weight it's probably a mark that I've been doing too much and not eating enough, so I'm gonna fix that.

C'mon. You can help by making me a snack.

That's a healthy way to see it. [He knew many who wouldn't.]

But let me prove my worth in the kitchen! What were you thinking?

No, I want you to surprise me. But here-- [She'll hand Vash a small printed menu with the kinds of lunches that the bar generally serves. It's pretty usual bar fare, toasted sandwiches, things like that.]

Something on here. It's pretty simple fare, so it's hard to get wrong.

Hmm. [Vash hums as he flips the menu a couple times looking it over.]

Looks doable. And surprise you, huh? Alright then, do you feel like something lite or heavy? Or just really, really surprise you?

I have no preference. I want to see what you choose. Don't worry about whether I'd like it or not-- as long as it's cooked well, my own personal tastes don't really come into it.

Alright! I'll go whip something up then! [Vash pounds his fist into an open hand with a grin.] You just wait right there and be ready to be... well, maybe not amazed or blown away, but not disappointed!

[Into the kitchen Vash vanishes. There will be the sound of banging as he looks around and figures out where everything is. Maybe a surprised yelp once or twice quickly followed by the clattering of pots.

Still, after a bit Vash will come out with a couple plates.]

I thought I'd go with some things most of the saloons at home had. [He had been honest, nothing he made will be something to write home about, but it will be decent. Everything editable and enjoyable enough.

A side of French fries and a burger with cheese, lettuce, pickles and sauce on one plate. He also has a tossed salad with a couple of chicken wings that he brings out.]

Now, those are fairly mild, but I do know how to put a bit more kick to the wings.

[Eyyyy she needs to test prospective cooks more often. Nami's tired of having to make her own meals, man.]

Hey, it looks good. That's a good start already. [Chicken wings, or chicken solids baked into wings? Probably the latter, given the lack of fresh produce out here, but it doesn't matter. She picks one up and gives it an experimental nibble.]

[He's no Sanji, but it certainly isn't bad. Passable bar food that could make someone want to down some more beer after eating it.]

Well, do I pass? Or will I need to suffer having nothing but free time again? [Not that he's actually worried in the slightest.]

Provided I don't fall over dead from your cooking, I think you'll pass. [Dryly.]

You can start tomorrow. I'll get a roster drawn up.

You can count on me! It'll be me and you! Together in the night! Helping those who come looking for solace in booze out in empty space.

Or if there is no one here it can be just me and you~~~~

[Regret all life decisions, Nami.]

Uh huh. You, me, and three other guys. Oh, and Raven. [She smiles cheerfully.] Get on her nerves and I'll kick your ass. Just so you know.

Three?! [Damn, competition. For a competition that not even Vash is seriously competing in let alone anyone else.] You should hire some more women then. They'd be good for the bar because they are much harder workers. [Yes. For the bar. Indeed.]

And don't worry about me getting on Raven's nerves. I'm sure she'll find me irresistible and be begging to be scheduled to work with me!

[This look, Vash.]

If Raven tells me you're being a sleaze, you will regret it. Just so you know.

[Vash just grins at the threat.] Don't you worry. I'll be on my best behaviour, but I got it. Big trouble if I'm not.

Now, I won't say you look awful, because that is impossible; but you do look exhausted. You should probably get to bed, you sure you're feeling alright?

What, your cooking's trying to kill me already?

[She waves it off.] I'm fine. Ish. I'm overworked. That's what you guys are for.

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