Calling Chefs and Bartenders and ... Doctors. Probably.

[namisan]

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.


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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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[namisan]

[Because confined to bed rest in the med lab while drugs fight their way through the infection, hooray. Come and keep her entertained/loom/draw on her face. IDK. Whatever floats your boat.]

[collegedropout]

[Knock, knock. He knocks on the doorframe as a common courtesy, brow furrowed sympathetically. He's had his fair share of not feeling well, but he's been blessedly free of that as of late. Maybe because Adstringendum was a fucking terrible germ-filled world whee he overworked himself often (or was sick with the Trials) - look he's in a way better place here, okay.

But he gives a little smile, putting his hands in his pockets.

He speaks in a low voice, trying not to betray his worry. Being laid up with infections and weird ones at that aren't any fun at all. Geez.]

Hey. How's your date with your antibiotics going? Are they a keeper?

[namisan]

[Still prone to overwork, though, aren't you, Mr Winchester. :|

...pot/kettle, all that. She opens her eyes at the knock, face flush and hair curling away into sweat-soaked mess and gives him a hazy kind of smile. She doesn't feel all that bad right now, but let her tell you all about the drugs she's on which contribute to that.

Or better yet, don't. She's lucid, though, even if the world feels a little like it's wrapped in cotton.]

I dunno. Pretty sure it's gonna be like a whirlwind romance, but they're not really my style. [Please excuse her worn out little voice. She's glad to have company, okay.]

[collegedropout]

[Huff. He wanders over to sit, giving one of those I'm-worried-but-humoring-you smiles for the sake of it. He's really not a fan of anyone around him being bedridden, Nami, thanks. He quietly reaches over to check her temperature with the back of his hand.]

Yeah, well, it's starting to seem more like a jealous ex-boyfriend.

What'd the doctors say? Other than strap you to a bed.

[namisan]

[Navigator's kind of a furnace, Sam. She closes her eyes at the contact. You know everyone's hands are cold right now?]

I wouldn't know. [Like we have time for boyfriends around here. She smiles faintly.] Think I ended up telling Simon more, honestly. Ah...

Strong dose of antibiotics. It's not the original treatment, but Simon thinks it'll work. Modern medicinal technology, future space doctor... that kind of thing.

[collegedropout]

[He smiles a bit.]

He's a good doctor. You'll be up overworking yourself in no time.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

What the hell is it?

[namisan]

[She makes a face and burrows under her quilt.]

Kestia. A pain in the ass, s'what it is.

Couple of years ago, I got bitten by a prehistoric tick. It's how we met Chopper. [Despite everything, her smile is still kinda goofy. She misses Chopper, man.] I kinda...illustrated why it was important to have a doctor around.

[collegedropout]

[He looks pleasant at the mention of Chopper - until his brain backtracks, anyway.]

Did you say a prehistoric tick?

[namisan]

All kinds of islands back home. Some keep a climate that's allowed the survival of creatures that should be long extinct. So. I got amazingly unlucky.

[She gives Sam a vaguely suspicious look.] You're not about to make fun of me, are you.

[She can't tell if he found that hard to believe or just plain funny, okay. Too sick.]

[collegedropout]

[He smiles mildly.]

Would it be better for me to make fun of you, or worry to death?

[namisan]

[If those are her options?]

Worry. I'll mourn at your funeral.

[collegedropout]

[A faint chuckle.]

... You need anything?

[namisan]

Yeah. [She frowns, somewhere between grumpy and just tired.] I need this stupid thing out of my head if it's going to do this kind of shit. I did my time already.

[That and it's kind of worrying to think of what else this could be capable of. Nami's injury/illness load is pretty light compared to a lot of people she knows. >:|]

But you can't really help with that, so... i just hired a whole bunch of new people. Fenris is gonna need help getting them organised. I'm not going into work for a while.

[Help me bartender Sam, you're my only hope.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash visits a few days of bed rest in. Making sure Nami's had a bit of rest before she has some visitors that aren't close friends. He knocks light at the entrance of her room.] You awake boss?

[namisan]

[He's in luck. The worst of the fever crested yesterday, so when he knocks on the door she's flush and worn out, but less muzzy than other days.]

You're not here to tell me you burnt the bar down, are you.

[goldenglasses]

Oh. Ahhhhhhhhh.... Hahaha ha! [He reaches back and rubs at his neck with both arms as he laughs.]

Well, ah. I mean, ahhhhhhhhh. Hahaha! Catch ya later! Bye! [Flee!]

[namisan]

[....Vash.

[Just staring after you with this look on her face.]

[goldenglasses]

[After a moment Vash comes back with a chuckle.] Kidding! Just kidding! [He waves as if he could wave the bad joke away.] I hope you're feeling a bit better. [He comes in to sit down fairly close to Nami.] And I hope it wasn't my food that made you sick.

[namisan]

Well, I didn't keel over dead, so that's probably a good sign. [She grins weakly.]

It'd take more than your food. Was probably my last decent meal, honestly.

[goldenglasses]

Well, your last decent meal recently. You'll be feeling like your old self and up eating my decent food in no time. Which is good, because Fenris will probably like you back to work.

[namisan]

[She frowns at that, sitting up straighter.] How's he doing? I didn't mean to run off and leave him with everything--

[Look at those trembly jelly arms trying to hold her weight.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash reaches out with a firm, but gentle hand on Nami's shoulder to encourage her to lay back down.]

He's just fine! You got him extra help you didn't have just a little while ago after all! If anything it's all the ah, helpful messages you've been sending him.

[namisan]

[Oh well, if you insist. Flop. She slouches down under the covers, still frowning.]

I didn't send him any messages.

[Not while lucid, anyway. :D]

[goldenglasses]

Uh-huh. You should mention that to him then when you're out of bed. My mistake! He must be getting messages from someone else then!

[No he's not and Vash knows it.]

[namisan]

[She has the feeling you're being a jerk.]

What kind of messages?

[She does have kind of a vague recollection...]