driftfleet | Temper Tempo

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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.]

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More things than apparently injure yourself? I would hope so. Otherwise, I am not sure that is so much a weapon as it is a handicap.

[Her worry fading as she sees and hears that Nami is apparently all right. Her tone and expression now taking on a more teasing tone.]

A-ah, well. I think it's been knocked around a bit in this mythical "customs" place. [Now that her temper is fading, she's aware how ridiculous that probably looked. Also, her room.] It wasn't meant to be that powerful. Probably didn't help it went off in such an enclosed space, either...

I'll fix it. I can do that much.

[Wanda nods her head, a slightly bemused-looking grin now on her face.]

Perhaps next time, do not test it in your bunkroom?

You're right. Next time, I'll test it on Sascha.

[I may or may not be joking.]

[Uh... about that, Nami... for reference as to why Wanda is making a face that looks somewhat torn between anger, guilt, shame, all before she switches to trying to appear nonchalant.]

A test dummy other than yourself would also be smart, yes.

[Notice... not immediately rejecting Nami's suggestion.]

[Yeah, there's no way she can miss that expression, which yanks Nami straight from casual snark to concern.]

What did he do?

[She thought his list of victims was only three long.]

[There's a moment where Wanda considers what to say. Should she tell Nami what she did? Was there any point in hiding it from her? She is the captain of that ship. She'd have to find out eventually, wouldn't she? Instead, she semi-deflects the question with one of her own.]

What has he been up to?

[Her voice is deadpan. It's not a question asked with a cheerful, inquisitive tone. It's a question asked by a detective about a suspect.]

Since he's recovered? [She assumes Sascha's whereabouts while locked down on the Iskaulit are well known after Sam's callout.]

He's barely left his room.

Then he's done nothing wrong.

[She says it flatly, dismissively. As if that's all the answer Nami needs to be satisfied.]

[Yeah.

...no.]

What happened.

[Wanda's face is dead of any expression. Her voice is calm, but there is a hint of anger to her tone.]

Beyond the two or three people he attacked? Nothing.

As long as he's stayed in his room and away from others.

Edited 2016-09-17 12:35 (UTC)

I don't think "nothing" is a correct answer here. Let me try again. [Her voice is quiet and even.] What happened between Sascha and you?

[Wanda is quiet for a long moment. She is simply looking at Nami, appraising her through the communicator screen. Finally, there's a crack in her cold facade, and a guilty look crosses her eyes.]

This is something best discussed not over a communicator screen.

I'd guess not. [Oy. Something complicated happened, then. She runs a hand through her hair and stares around the mess that is her bedroom.]

...I'll come to you. Starstruck, right?

[The look on Wanda's face suggests she really does not want to do this either, but... she knows there really is no way they could just leave this hanging in the air. So, she reluctantly nods her head.]

I can meet you when you dock, and we'll find someplace quiet.

Sounds like a plan. Maybe with drinks. [She smiles crookedly; she's not mad at you, Wanda. Sascha's, uh... issues are gonna affect a lot of people adversely. She just needs to know what's going on.]

I'll be there in thirty.

[Signing off.]

[Wanda only gives Nami a weak smile in response. Drinks did seem fairly appropriate, but even they will not make it completely easy to have this conversation.]

[Wanda had known that her actions were likely to have consequences. To think what she'd done would not come back to haunt her in some way was naive. Yet, that didn't mean she was looking forward to what exactly the ramifications were going to be.]

[As the communicator feed cuts, Wanda sits silently for a moment, deep in thought. She curses under her breath in Sokovian, and then gets up to wait in the Starstruck's shuttle bay.]

[She'll even bring the drinks herself, though she'll raid your kitchen for glasses. Her shuttle touches down around the thirty minute mark, once she's straightened a few things (and her hair) and made her way off the Bloodsport, the blue piece of staff now shoved into a holster at her hip.]

Hey.

[Wanda gives her a weak but polite smile and a small wave in greeting.]

[She then guides Nami back through the Starstruck to her bunk room. Really, it was the one place on the ship she could guarantee that no one would be able to intrude upon them. At least, not without them knocking first.]

[Wanda offers Nami a seat on her bed. She takes a seat on the floor, cross-legged, opposite Nami.]

So... where would you like to start?

The beginning. What happened between you two?

[It's as simple and straightforward as that. Something obviously went down, she's concerned on behalf of both parties, even if she is still kinda mad at Sascha.]

[Wanda studies her for a moment. Her brow furrows and she almost looks as though she's going to become angry; however, it doesn't seem directed at Nami... She looks down and away. Clearing her throat and swallowing before she begins speaking.]

I had heard what happened with Sascha. That it turns out he was a vampire or sheoul or whatever he calls himself. That he had bitten two or three people. I did not know who they were at the time. Only that they were fellow crew members on his ship.

[She turns back to look at Nami. Her brow still furrowed in anger, but now there's a look of pain in her eyes that wasn't there before.]

Pietro was on your ship at the time. I had spoken with Sascha before all this mess, and I knew that he was becoming close to Pietro, and so I thought--

[She cuts herself off there. The look of pain behind her eyes now become more apparent in her expression.]

I thought he might have been one of the victims.

He only bit one person on the ship, and that was me. Then he apologised and took off. [She doesn't say it judgmentally; man, she can understand very well where Wanda's coming from. If it had been Robin that got bitten she'd have been just as angry.]

Pietro was okay. But yeah, that's... not a nice place to be, to be worried about that kind of thing. So you two had words?

[Nami's confession surprises her. She had only investigated far enough to confirm that Pietro was unharmed. Beyond that, she had not thought to ask specifically who had been bitten. Just another thing to feel guilty about.]

[At Nami's question, Wanda's brow furrows further. She takes a moment, clears her throat, then answers.]

It was a bit more than that.

[The understatement causes her eyes to narrow, a bit of disgust at herself for sugar-coating something that she knows she needs to take responsibility for.]

When he was being detained, I visited him. [She sighs. Time to stop dancing around this and just be blunt. She'll accept the consequences that come with the fallout.] Interrogated him. Threatened him.

Hurt him.

[She looks back up at Nami. The guilt and anger etched all over her face.]

[...oh dear. Nobody had mentioned serious harm to Sascha while he was supposedly in protective custody (supposedly) but--]

How badly?

[Guilt and anger and being glad he was still in his room-- yeah, that's a rolled up mess, isn't it.]

[Wanda's expression doesn't change as she answers Nami's question with one of her own. Her tone remaining icy calm.]

He hasn't come out of his room, has he?

[As if his marked absence around their ship represented the extent of Wanda's aggression against him.]

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switch to action or handwave?

action!

Let's do it! :D

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