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driftfleet2016-06-20 05:35 am
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. :|]
[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.]
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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[It's not like humans aren't basically animals to begin with. Homo pretentius, the only greater primate with delusions of grandeur.]
HOW OFTEN DO WE HAVE TO WAIT BETWEEN WORLDS, ANYWAY?
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[Bill's eye curves up in the suggestion of a grin.]
ANOTHER REFILL ON THE HOUSE?
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[Well, 99.9% of that info is common knowledge anyway, but even so. She doesn't see the point in withholding any of it from her fellow passengers. Especially if they ply her in booze, lbr.]
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IF YOU DO REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP AND YOU'RE INTERESTED IN THE WHOLE "NO MORE NIGHTMARES" DEAL, JUST SUMMON ME UP! YOU CAN DRAW MY IMAGE ON PRETTY MUCH ANY FLAT SURFACE AND I'M BOUND TO ALWAYS RESPOND!
[Ha ha. This is half-true at maximum.]
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[She will end up writing him off as a fever dream, most likely. At least until she meets him a second time.]
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