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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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I think it had been something I saw or overheard over the network while all the craziness was going on? When everyone was panicked, trying to figure out what had happened.

[A pained expression returns to Wanda's face. The fact that she now couldn't clearly remember the source of the information that had been her motivation to go after Sascha... It deeply bothered her.]

I knew Pietro shared the ship with you both at the time, and maybe I... I was so scared for his safety that I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have...

[The admission causes her to tear up again.]

Nami, I-- Oh God, did I-- I attacked him for no reason...

[Hooboy. She holds a hand up, just as ready to be the voice of reason on this score as well. Such as reason really holds in this case.]

You didn't do any lasting damage, right? You were upset, and worried, and you had a right to be whether Pietro was hurt or not. I wouldn't have begrudged anyone in that situation at the time. What Sascha did scared a lot of people.

But it wasn't him. It's like when Winter went nuts. You don't hold him responsible for the Atroma messing with his head, but you're still human. If you get hurt because of someone's glitch, even if it's just emotionally, you've got a right, Wanda.

[Is she making sense? She chews on her lip for a moment, then shakes her head a little.] Just... don't hold that grudge. Not at the end. But that doesn't mean that getting upset about it to begin with is somehow wrong. It's a messy situation all round.

[A "messy situation." Yeah, that was hitting the nail directly on the head. Still, Wanda hears Nami's words even if she doesn't quite look like she does at the moment. She's going over the timeline of the events in her head, trying to find something that she likely won't find or at least be able to pin down. Her head hangs slightly, and she softly shakes it.]

[Even if this situation mirrored what had happened with Barnes, that had at least felt like the use of her powers was warranted. In this case, Sascha had already been subdued. She hadn't needed to go and interrogate him except for her own sadistic satisfaction. But then... she knew that wasn't completely true either. She hadn't gone just to hurt him for her pleasure. She'd gone, because she was scared for her brother. Still, all of this was a lot for her to just get over all of a sudden. Even if she doesn't bear Sascha any grudge now, she certainly bears one towards herself at the moment.]

How can Sascha not hate me after what I've done... Even if that wasn't the real him I hurt, he still could feel and can remember everything I said and did.

Well. [There's a soft wryness to her tone.] I don't doubt that he's scared of you. But hate is a pretty strong word when it comes to Sascha.

He's hiding in his room, and that tells me he thinks everyone hates him.

[....

...well.] If you feel bad about what happened, you could just tell him so. I think it'd make a world of difference.

[Wanda gives Nami a sad smile and a nod of her head. She knows she has nothing to lose by at least trying. Even if Sascha doesn't accept her apology or doesn't even want to see her, at least trying would be better than what she was currently doing which was ostensibly nothing.]

Thank you, Nami.

Thank you for telling me.

[Seems she's doing a lot of mediating lately. But that's what Captains-- and friends-- are for, right? She smiles back, though hers is much warmer.]

Anything else you want to get off your chest? Otherwise I recommend we actually have that drink now.

[And that gets a soft, appreciative giggle and nod from Wanda. Drinks were sounding pretty good right now.]

[Perfect. Let's go drink and talk about lighter subjects.]

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