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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. :|]
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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.]
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.]

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I'm-- my head hurts. [Actually--] Everything does. [But there's no congestion. Not a single trace of it-- she breathes in deep as if to check for herself, and just wilts a little more.
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I'm too old. [Apparently we're back to statements that make no sense.]
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[Frowning as he put away the stethoscope, Simon thought he saw something- a mark- on Nami's stomach under the folds of her shirt, and lifted it an inch or so to look. Indeed, there were bruises all over.]
Nami? Did you hurt yourself? There's a cluster of bruises on your stomach- they're purple, so they are fresh.
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She goes still, though, at Simon's observation. She doesn't even need to see for herself. The familiarity slams home. She's too old because this was years in the past, so why now?]
We need to sail--
[No. She squeezes her eyes shut, putting a palm to her forehead. Let's make some sense.]
It's a glitch. It has to be. It's a tick bite. But I haven't been bitten.
[There. That was actually concise.]
...can I have some water?
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[This was repeated with some incredulity; he looked almost as helpless as Sascha for a moment.]
Sascha, could you please get some water and help her drink? No gulps, just sips- I don't want her to choke. [Without waiting for an answer, Simon sanitized his hands, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves and examining the wound more closely.] It's strange, I don't see any puncture marks... but this has happened to you before? You are sure that it is a tick bite?
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I haven't been bitten by anything here. I don't think. Years ago I got bitten and fell sick just like this. [She lifts a hand, splaying the fingers out on the bruise pattern without looking.] If it's here, then it's... not really a sickness. It's an augment glitch.
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If this is an augment glitch, then there's probably not going to be much I can do until it passes except make sure you are hydrated and give you medication for your fever. Is it okay if I put an IV in your arm to give you fluids?
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...can glitches kill?
[Because she's just a little nervous about that part.]
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Before Winter's attack, he was sure nobody here was going to die. But now? Atroma might well be getting bored enough. So he chose his answer carefully.]
I have been on this Fleet for more than a year and haven't known anybody to die yet. So I'm sure they do not intend to start now.
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Well, it's not like she remembers the cure for it anyway. Way past being alert at that point. She wishes Chopper were here.
Simon won't let it come to that. So, after a few moments of owlish blinking, she closes her eyes, lips curving up.]
Well...if they do, I guess I can test whether the dead come back to life or not.
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Some people find it helpful to joke at times like this... but I will do everything in my power to make sure it does not get to that point.
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It's okay, I'm violently allergic to dying. I don't mean it.
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.....Good. I like that allergy.
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...I don't know. You want a list of symptoms to expect? I don't know how deeply a glitch would run.
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No. It's not -- none of those things happen. It's an infection in the blood. Causes acute inflammation and swelling of the heart, brain, arteries... they call it the five day fever.
[Guess why.
But thank you, Sascha, you're a gem. She even manages a faint arm squeeze, though really it's more a twitch of her fingers.]
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[He then turned back to Nami, frowning a little.]
... sorry, I must have misheard you before. I can give you anti-inflammatories, in that case. Is there anything else I should know?
[His voice is calm, professional- he's dealt with plenty of patients who were sick or in pain and in bad moods or not articulating themselves well because of it in the past.]
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Simon's professionalism is reassuring, if more for the fact that it reminds her a lot of Chopper. Flyaway and excitable little doctor, but not when he's doing his job. Nami closes her eyes.]
I don't think so. I think. Just see what happens.
[Anti-inflammatories, huh. She assumes he means stuff that will actively fight infection and not glorified muscle relaxants.]
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