driftfleet | 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.

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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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[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?

[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.

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

Did you say a prehistoric tick?

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.]

[He smiles mildly.]

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

[If those are her options?]

Worry. I'll mourn at your funeral.

[A faint chuckle.]

... You need anything?

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.]

[He goes for a little smile.]

You can depend on me, then. I'll make sure nothing bursts into fire while you rest.

Like, fully rest. Until you can't rest anymore.

[That means not getting up until you're better, mkay. :)]

[Huff.]

That sounds very boring.

[Sinking into my blanket to give you a sulky look.]

Surprise, that's usually what being sick is.

[He huffs and tucks in her blanket, mostly to make her sulk more. 8D]

Look on the bright side! You're not gonna lay around for months.

If your stomach feels bad, I learned a few special recipes back in Adstringendum?

[...did you just tuck me in
Nami tries to look affronted but honestly she's sick and drugged and her emotions just decide it's really sweet wow Sam stop she's trying to look annoyed
Please ignore the faintly dopey grin okay.]

Not feeling bad, just... eating takes a lot of effort. Don't suppose you know any soups...?

That aren't made of rat. [Because Adstring, seriously.]

[Yeah I just tucked you in, what of it.]

I know a ton of soups. That aren't rat.

Lucky you, the Adstringendum I was used to before you popped in was perfect for practice.

... I don't know about the vine soup I made, though.

Vine soup...? Sounds, uh. Green. Disgusting.

[Let's skip that one. Also if you're gona tuck her in she's just gonna sink down until her chin is just on the covers like she's a baleful redheaded child. Seems the done thing. You gonna tell her a story too, Sammeh.]

My taste in food runs pretty similar to yours, I think. Though the taste probably doesn't matter, considering. [It'll just be warmth filtered by drugs. But it'll be fluids and nutrients and that seems attractive when not delivered via IV.]

[He winces sympathetically.]

Yeaaah. I'm imagining your tongue is not really cooperating right now, huh?

Nope.

Could be worse. I think this is a vast improvement on the first time this happened. [Bonus for having a doctor there from the beginning.] Makes me miss Chopper, though.

[He wrinkles his brow, but a little smile tugs at his lips.]

Well. I miss the little guy, too.

Maybe I'll have to have another vacation after the Fleet, too. Since it seems to be a thing.

[She gives him a lazy smile back, shifting under the covers.] Always welcome back to the crew, Sam.

...you gotta fix home first, though. You should let us help.

[Ground we've covered before, right. She expects the same answer.]

[Don't make him get all sheepish Nami, gawsh.]

You guys have your own problems, I'm sure.

It's... Don't worry. We'll figure it out. Scout's honor.

You're not a scout, you're a hunter.

[Or maybe he is a scout. IDK we've never heard of Baden-Powell in One Piece.]

... Fine. Hunter's honor.

[better?]

Hmm. It's a start.

[Her look has turned suspicious and squinty because she rather suspects hunter's honour is like pirate's honour. But her head's too muzzy to push this.]

You're not allowed to die.

[Look she says it really sulkily. :|]

[He smiles.]

Everyone dies sooner or later.

... But I'll try to make it way later.

Way, way later. Or I'll haunt your ass.

[That's how it works, shh. I'm sick, I'm allowed to be confused.]

Or I'll haunt your ass, first.

[:))))))))]

Get some sleep, Nami.

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