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driftfleet2016-08-17 02:28 pm
namisan) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-17 02:28 pm
Temper Tempo
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.]
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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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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Well, make sure he's cremated, alright?]
You okay?
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[SUCH AN ANGRY SCOWL. But if it makes you feel better, she only holds it for a second or two before it turns sulky instead. Huff.]
I'm down two pieces and now my head hurts.
[Spoilers: she's fine. Just whining.]
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One piece.
[don't hurt me]
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Of three! And now I'm informed I might find the other pieces on sale somewhere if I'm lucky!
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Maybe it'll be a good sale...
[sAm]
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[Somewhere out there a shiver runs down the spine of some hapless merchant.]
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He just kind of hushes up and lets her have her moment, okay.]
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pant
pant]
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[There she's smiling is that better.]
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[Ugh.]
In the meantime, I guess I'm here for all your tornado needs. [Seeing as they're so very useful.]
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.... Don't break wind in my room?
[8DDDDD????]
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Are you making fun of me, Sam?
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I know where you live.
[Click. Bye Sam :D]
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