driftfleet | 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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[ He blinks, trying to recall that. ]

You did. Was that it?

[It was a long time ago, when Obi Wan first broached his lack of a lightsaber on the network.]

Part. [She puts the piece down on the table, tapping it.] It works in conjunction with two other pieces. This one's not all that useful on its own, but it'd still be capable of clearing an area of toxic smog. As a recent example.

[She'd have liked to get this while still on the poisonous moon.]

I'd still like to see it at work, someday.

[ Though with less deleterious effects. ]

[She laughs a little, draining the rest of her drink.]

Give me another year. I'm sure they'll deign to send me the second piece by then.

They only gave you one piece?

Why d'you think I was so mad? Two parts of my weapon are apparently lost in transit.

But doesn't that mean it's at least coming?

[ There's very little Obi-Wan wouldn't give to have his lightsaber again. ]

Maybe. Apparently it's also likely I might just find the other pieces for sale somewhere on some backwater.

I'll cross my fingers, I guess. Seems I'm the first person to get what I actually applied for, anyway.

...sort of.

At least you have a decent start on it.

I imagine there are many people here who don't have their weapon of choice.

True. At least a lot of them have found replacements. It's the more unique ones that are hard to replace. [Lightsabers, the climatact. Magical swords and staves.]

I am glad I got at least part of it, but I can't help but think breaking it up was a deliberate attempt to get on my nerves.

You're probably right.

[ It would line up with what we've seen of the Atroma. ]

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