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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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Sounds like a plan, on both accounts. Be nice to have the option to do it a couple of times a week 'nd be able to trade out with others who wanna help out as well.

Take it the place has the same set up as the ship kitchens, or have ya'll managed to wrangle up a bunch of stuff us poor peasant folk haven't gotten our hands on?

We've got slightly better than a ship kitchen, I think. Or some of them, anyway. Still got the same dispensers in a pinch, but there's, you know, a grill top and an oven and such. We restock food when we get the chance, so sometimes the fare varies depending on what's available.

Works for me, might even bring 'round a few extras, unless that counts as cheatin'... in which case 'll still do it. [Remy lets out a chuckle before shooting a wink her way.] 'll see ya later on in the day then, cherie.

[True to his word he made his way on board the Iskaulit later that day, carrying a bag with him with a handful of items in it, making his way over to where she was in the bar.] Afternoon chere, fancy meetin' ya here.

Cheat away. I wouldn't be much of a pirate if I complained.

[She waves him off with a grin. And is waiting in the bar when he arrives-- technically taking a few minutes break, but if Remy is here she doesn't mind cutting it short. She's getting lunch out of it, after all.]

Amazing coincidence, I know. Did you bring me presents?

[Remy opened his mouth to give the first answer that came to his mind with that comment, before thinking twice and letting himself laugh at least.] Ya know, was 'bout to say something to that, realize it might had been taken the wrong way. [Grinning as he admitted that, not worried at all about outing his line of thinking.] Hope ya like spice, got some left over from when we were stopped off at the station.

[She grins impishly.] No comment on your dirty mind. But yeah, I like spice! I'll be interested to see what you've got in mind.

[She probably doesn't like it in as great quantities as others, but she's grown to adore Sanji's cooking. And his favourite meals involve a bunch of different spices.]

Ya see, where I come from almost every place got a version of fried chicken, typically in wings, 'nd coated in some sort of sticky, slightly sweet but also savoury, 'nd well spiced sauce. Seems only right this place has it too, 'nd I luckily have picked up a few things 'long the lines to help out makin' those slabs of what they claim be meat turn out real nice. [Remy paused and thought for a moment.] Maybe not for vegetarians... would have to trade out that mixed veggie thing 'nstead. Still would work.

[She perks up.] Fried chicken? That's perfect for a bar...! People tend to drink a whole lot more. [PROFIT.]

Though I wonder what you're using as chicken. [Grin.]

Well, chicken solids, considerin' that all we got to work with here. But ya coat it just right, make a decent sauce, cut it up 'nto slices, give us chicken fingers. Would say could try doin' burgers, but short of gettin' someone with the powers to produce fresh veggies on demand, might be a little borin' with missin' half of the fillin's.

[Remy nodded his head to behind the bar.] Kitchen that way I take it?

Dress 'em up enough and I'm pretty sure nobody's gonna mind it's not the real deal.

[She grins, and skips over for the door herself.] Sure is. You need a guided tour or do you think you can work that part out?

Could cut them 'nto wing shapes, sell them as boneless ones. [Ah, see? Just got to put the right twist on it.] Wouldn't be lyin', just 'gnorin' the fact all our 'chicken' we got here be boneless. [Smiling as she followed after her, Remy nodded his head to her question.] Considerin' it means I get to have more of ya lovely company 'round me, would love a tour.

In that case, who am I to deny you? [Holding the door until he passes through, she gives a wide sweeping gesture of the kitchen. It's not huge, but there's room to move and a table for staff to sit at besides. Okay, it sort of doubles as a staff room, really.]

Eugene used to be the chef here so it's still set up the way he liked it. But you've got a sink here, and then over here a stove top. [She wanders through, tapping the furnishings in question.] Got some pots and a skillet and dishware in this cupboard, and then over here is the pantry area, next to your regular dispensers.

[Remy gazed around the room as he nodded his head, taking in the area and items she pointed out.] Works for me, 'm pretty adaptable.

We got 'ny sort of a budget for findin' 'nterestin' stuff as we stop off at different places? Have to collect receipts 'nd documents in case we get audited? [Stop being a smart ass, Remy.]

[Grin.] Well, receipts are good anyway because I have to balance the books every month.

[So there.]

We've got a budget, yeah. We go planetside, see what we can find to top up our supplies along the same lines. "Interesting stuff"... if you wanna experiment... [She considers.] I guess ask. It's always worth shaking things up sometimes. You ever wanna bring something in off your own back, that's fine. If it takes off, I'll reimburse you for it and then some.

I do 'njoy experimentin'. [Were they talking about food still?

Putting his items down, Remy flashed a grin towards Nami.] Before we get too far 'head of ourselves, lets see if ya even want me as part of the crew, non?

[Snrk. I see what you did there.]

I guess that's probably a good idea. [She slides into a seat at the table, putting her feet up.] Show me your wares, by all means.

[I mean if we're gonna get cheeky about it...]

How 'bout I cook 'nstead? [Ok, rein it back in there boy, enough of that joking around. As entertaining as it was and Remy couldn't help grinning as he started to pull out the items he needed and moving around the kitchen for others.

At the end of the day Remy did love to cook, even more so if it was for other people. Sure, it didn't always turn out great, not when experimenting, which he had to do a lot to get some meal ideas sorted at the fleet, but that was half the fun. Mattie Baptiste did not raise her boy to live on microwave dinners or take out, he had to know how to cook before being sent out into the world.

The chicken itself didn't take too long, cut into fingers, coated in some seasonings and flour he had picked up on previous stops, and fried up until crispy. The sauce itself had taken a little longer, he leaving it to cook and reduce down to a wonderful sticky mess as he was working on the chicken; flavored with more spices and a mix of the cola available to the fleet to add sweetness, a touch of heat along with it to just tingle but not burn out taste buds, and a hint of the bacon because who doesn't like bacon?

At the end of it he does produce a plate of food for her to trial.]

[Nami's content to relax right here while he cooks, not paying terribly close attention, although her head tilts back as she enjoys the range of savoury goodness she can smell in the air. She's tired and probably coming down with something, knowing her luck, so she's more than happy to just hang out.

At the end, though...wow. This kind of food isn't usually her style, but it smells incredibly good.]

This looks fantastic. Half the job done already. [Excuse her while she fishes up one finger of chicken delicately and tries it for herself.

...yup.]

I think you're hired.

[Moving back to give a bit of a mock bow, Remy straightened up with a grin,] Thank ya, chere, glad it met up to expectations. [Before he moved to take a seat on the other side of the table.] So how this work, sort out a schedule between m'self 'nd the other people ya be trialin' out for the position?

Pretty much. Vash applied as a cook, so I'll see what his food is like when he comes in later. If he works out, then I can share out food duties between the two of you. [She makes a face.] It's no fun having to be here all the time doing it yourself, so.

I'll make a roster. But if you want to rearrange things with your fellow chef, that's fine too. Just as long as it's covered.

[Remy offered a soft smile in her direction.] Been a hard day so far, cherie? I may not be as practiced behind a bar but I can stick 'round if ya needin' an extra pair of hands together to help out. Maybe take some of the load off ya a bit.

'nd I'll leave it in ya trustin' hands with the roster, see how it works 'nd if ya get 'ny others wantin' to lend a hand as well.

Been a hard month. [She gives him a wry grin in response.] It's just been me and Fenris for a while. You guys will definitely make things easier.

We've got the bar in the afternoon, probably. But if you're very bored, I guess I could get you to start this evening. I'm sure we'd definitely appreciate the extra pair of hands then.

We can call it a trial maybe, [He grinned over at her and added a wink to it.] See if 'm really up to this kinda stuff. [Which Remy was sure he would be able to.] Or if 'm such a bad 'mployee that ya gotta kick me out before it too late, hein?

I think you'll do just fine somehow. A lot of my clientele will appreciate having such a suave chef, I'm sure. [Hee. He reminds her a little of Sanji, though without the...excess wiggling and lovehearts. But the smoothness and love of spice? Yup.]

But sure, a trial. As long as you don't poison anyone, though...

Ya sayin' I should make m' way out front now and then to sweet chat the clientele 'nd get us extra tips? [Don't tempt him Nami, he will.

Remy then moved to make a X over his heart.] Have m' word.

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