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. :|]

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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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[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.]

[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.

[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]

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.]

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

What kind of messages?

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

I'm not completely sure. Most of the time I just hear him grumble about.

Although there was this one day he kept asking about the chicken we had in the kitchen.

[Oh. Chicken. There was definitely something about chicken... it's been a fun few days here, Vash. :| But Nami won't own up to it, so she just gives him her best innocent face.]

Sounds like he's overworked. You should help him with that.

Yeah, I'll put in a few hours and help him out then. At least until you get back on your feet.

How are you doing? Since you're stuck in bed do you want anything brought to you?

No, it's okay. I don't really have the stamina for reading and most things are too loud, so... but I'm getting better, anyway. Give me another day and I'll probably be allowed out of bed.

Thanks, though.

No problem. I just know I go stir crazy when I get sick. [Or waiting to have a bullet removed.] I hate it.

So I've just decided to never be sick again.

Oh, yeah? How's that working out for you?

Pretty good so far! I only get sick very rarely!

I suppose it helps I was pretty healthy to begin with.

So'm I, usually. This illness... is just a repeat of one I had from a rare bug bite, years ago. The only time after that I got sick was because I went fishing in really polluted water.

Wait. So you've gotten bit by another rare bug in space? That's some pretty poor luck that you have there.

That or your augment is acting up.

[She's giving you a look, Vash. Like. No shit.]

It's an augment glitch. Currently I'm two years younger.

[Vash grins cheekily at the look Nami gives him. It's what he had expected. Her being two years younger surprises him a bit.]

Really? Two years? [It explains why she looks smaller.] It's really quite amazing what those augments can control.

By amazing I think you mean outrageous and downright rude.

And here I thought most girls were always doing their best to look younger and you've found the perfect way to do that!

[He is, of course, kidding.]

[Thin ice, Vash.]

Either way, it probably won't last much longer. Most glitches don't at least.

So I've heard. I just hope this one doesn't succeed in killing me before it gets lost.

Well, I mean, you survived this bug bite before didn't you? I'm sure you'll be alright.

[Nami flicks him a lazy look and snuggles under the covers. She almost died last time, hohoho. But she doesn't feel like clarifying that fact any more than she has.

Besides, she knows she'll be fine at this point. The worst has passed.]

Doesn't stop me from being miserable about it in the meantime.

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That is true, but bright side? Being sick also means people will be extra nice to you and bring you nearly anything you ask for.

If I decide I want something other than rest and occasional visitors. [She yawns.] Just make sure the bar doesn't burn down while I'm gone.

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