Temper Tempo

[namisan]

Who: Nami and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit for you drinkers out there.
When: Now-ish

[Nami's been in a bad mood of late. Mostly it's to do with Sascha and trying to shove her own feelings down and trying to deal with it in a responsible way because some jackass luck of the draw happened to make her Captain. Hooray! The bite has healed enough it just looks ugly instead of actually hurting (it itches, thanks so much for that), so she still keeps a loose bandage over the top. No big deal. She'll get over it. There's not much choice.

She works off her grouchiness at the bar in bits and pieces. She was doing pretty well until a box turned up in her bedroom addressed to Captain Nami.]

One piece--

[No, that's not a pun I swear. The feed clicks on to Nami's furious face, tapping the screen with one section of blue metal piping that a handful of people might find familiar.]

Problems with shipping? Delays in processing? IT'S A MATCHED SET! Why would you even break this up!? If you've lost the other parts I'm going to--

[RANT USELESSLY AT EVERYONE APPARENTLY. She shuts her mouth with a snap, fingers wrapped around the climatact piece in a crushing grip, before she suddenly smiles sweetly.]

Thank you so much for finally processing my claim, Diamond. Or whoever. At this rate I'll only have to submit those forms another eight times!

Don't think I don't know you're doing this on purpose. [And finally she pulls back, tapping the piece in hand before pointing it in the vague direction of her closed door with a dark mutter.] I bet it doesn't even work r--

[FWOOM.

...that'd be the sudden howl of wind punching through the air much like this, only more powerful and far less gracefully, given Nami went flying in the other direction with a yelp. There's a long moment of silence, punctuated by the sound of several maps falling off the walls, and the broadcast picks up nothing but the visuals of a room that looks like a small tornado just went through it.

......
......]


...needs calibration.

[Ow.]

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[You can also catch her at the Iskaulit.  Not on shift tonight, kthx.  She's just nursing a drink in the corner and glaring holes through the table.]

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[angelherding]

[..................

The only proper response to this is polite applause. You're welcome]

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[namisan]

[Annnd Nami gets up off the floor and gives you such a look, Meg.

Which might have been vaguely intimidating if she wasn't also spitting hair back out of her mouth. Rawr. I am fierce. Or something.]

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[angelherding]

Encore, encore.

[you are so fierce, so fierce that she's just going to continue being a shit]

Still in one piece, I hope?

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[spontaneouscombustion]

Wow, yikes! You okay, Nami?!

[Welp, now Pinkie knows Nami would be a pegasus in Equestria. But dang, that was a GUST.]

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[namisan]

Mrrf.

[How's that for an intelligent answer. But she peels herself off the floor after another moment, giving the comm a bleary but much calmer look.]

'm fine. I guess at least it works.

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[huaaaaagh]

Whoa!

[THAT SURE WAS AN INTERESTING WHOOSH]

Hey! Is that the staff you were talking about!?

[....]

Oh, uh- you alright?

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[namisan]

Hold on--

[Suddenly, a hand on screen, waving a kind of hello, I'm fine, before she pulls herself up, blowing hair out of her face.]

That was unexpected. But yes. Part of it.

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[beardstrokes]

It sounds like you could use a drink.

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[namisan]

Or six. [Ughhhh. She finishes straightening her hair and stares forlornly at the fallen maps for a moment, before giving Obi Wan a faint grin.]

You buying?

[It's worth a shot.]

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

Nami! Are you okay?

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[namisan]

Mostly. I'm not hurt, at least.

[I'm just really, really pissy.]

[Action]

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin brings two drinks to the table, setting one in front of Nami and the other... also in front of Nami.]

It seems I'm not the only one who runs into processing issues. Have you had a chance to calibrate?

[Action]

[namisan]

[Aw, Robin, you know her so well. She makes a show of sighing gustily, but the corners of her mouth definitely turn up as Robin sits down.]

Yeah. Just needed a touch of fine tuning. God knows how long they had it for. Thanks. [Curling her fingers around one of those glasses, thank you.]

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[collegedropout]

[.....Sh-should I say something.

Maybe I should say something.

...................................................

I'm scared to say anything.]

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[namisan]

[Don't say anything, by all means!

Just get treated to a variety of very creative barely audible threats and angry mutterings about wiping the Fleet out of existence while she hauls herself back up. You do you, Sam Winchester. It's probably safer, lbr.]

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[stefanged]

[That sure didn't look pleasant. Stefan winces in sympathy.]

Hey, are you okay? [mumbled mostly to himself:] Now I wanna know what a fully-functional version does.....

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[namisan]

If I ever get the chance to show you-- [She hauls herself back up with a hand on the footboard.] I'd be happy to demonstrate. But I guess this is their idea of a joke.

Yeah, I'm fine.

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[onlyanapple]

...


You dead?

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[namisan]

I'm considering it.

[It's been a long day.]

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[pompous_today]

Well, ah. At least it works...?

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[namisan]

[Did you want an intelligible answer, Simon, because what you're getting is a stream of angry muttering

Probably insulting Diamond's lineage and too-perfect smile in there and involving the jamming of said "working" climatact piece somewhere the sun doesn't shine]

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[goldenglasses]

Ahh. You okay boss? You didn't break anything, did you?

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[namisan]

Not gonna break anything of mine, no.

[So coldly sweet.]

dream-spam

[tetractys]

[Bill levers the fabric of Nami's dream again, that night, the same way he did when she had her glitch. This time it's a small ship: the one she'd been exploring on in the hand-holding world.

If it cooperates to his coaxing, the sea is calm and the sun is bright, and a little triangle is there too, perched on the railing like he has absolutely no awareness of how to be safe on a moving boat.

Which he doesn't.]

EVENING, RED!

eyyyy

[namisan]

[Nami is pleased to dream about this ship again; it represents some of the more carefree happiness she's managed to salvage out of this whole fleet deal. Though her eyes widen a little at the voice she'd almost forgotten-- she kind of wrote Bill off, given how sick she was at the time. Triangle men in top hats do kind of sound like a fever dream.]

Evening. [She grins. Feels weird to say when the sun's out in her dream, but she welcomes the light.] I guess I'm healthier this time round. How're you settling in?