Iskaulit Mingle - Problems with Psychics

[notzubats]

Who: Anyone on the Iskaulit!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Today, as Sora's augment glitch starts.

[It's your average day on the Iskaulit. Absolutely nothing seems out of place initially, but without any warning- you might find yourself or your friends experiencing some problems. What's up on that?

In other words, it's an Iskaulit mingle with a twist! Come on in everyone! You don't need to interact with Sora to have it effect you, so feel free to start your own threadstarter! Or talk to Sora, that's cool too. ]

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[namisan]

--THINK YOU'RE DOING!?

[FLYING CHAIR AT 12 O'CLOCK also mood whiplash
you know
the usual]

[collegedropout]

[OH JESUS CHRIST

He ducks the flying chair in just the nick of time, ducking low behind a table.]

I thought you were possessed — !?

[ON REFLECTION HE COULD HAVE GONE ABOUT IT BETTER.]

Glad you're not?! Nami, relax, I'm sorry!

[namisan]

Great! I'm not possessed! Whatever that means! [What the hell you threw water all over her oh my god you know who does that

fishmen
that's who
they're a lot more lethal about it but she didn't need the reminder jfc

Though it does remind her she was in the process of leaving and shouldn't be picking a fight with some buff(ish) guy she doesn't know,
so she turns kind of jerkily mid-scowl and marches right out through the front door lol bye]

[collegedropout]

Nami, wait!

[He's quick to wander after her, starting to get a faint clue as to what's really going on here.]

I'm one of your friends! I'm Sam! We've been through all kinds of crap together!

I think you're seriously glitching out here!

[Also he aint gonna stop following you.]

[namisan]

I don't have friends. [Normally she'd say that cheerful as all hell, but she's pissed (and still dripping) so it comes out biting, and she keeps right on marching out, waving a hand in irritated dismissal.

She stalls when she exits the bar proper and looks at this wide, metallic room... thing... what the hell, nobody has architecture like this. (Space corridors. They'll be all the rage three centuries from now.)
He's still following her, and it's obvious something's way off here. God knows what glitching is. So she's blunt when she turns to glare at him over one shoulder.]

Where is this?

[collegedropout]

This is the fleet, and you've been here for months - a year, probably? I've been here as long.

[... Whelp, might as well shoot for the stars. He's already holy water'd her.]

Me and you, we've been friends for a while now. You like mikans and your sister's name is Nojiko. You - well, I'm guessing you're... not sailing with a crew right now back home, but - I've been there with you, and you've saved my ass before. And threatened to have me owe you considerably for it.

[PLS REMEMBER ME??? FRIEND???]

[namisan]

[She would scoff. She would-- opens her mouth with that scrunched up pissy look that says she's about to begin yelling again-- but Nojiko is a bombshell, and she shuts her mouth with a snap. Liking mikan is just part of her general introduction to anyone, but her sister's name she keeps close.

Uh. For a moment, she just stares blankly at Sam, the vague uneasiness of maybe having forgotten something tremendous starting to creep in. People don't just lose memories like that. Except she has no other explanation for suddenly finding herself serving bar.]

...I have a crew. [Faintly. She frowns.] I need to get back to them.

[collegedropout]

Yeah. Your captain is kind of bonkers. And he's pretty much made of rubber.

That captain.

[He frowns, sympathetic and worried.]

And I'm Sam. You tell me off a lot because I'm an idiot who worries about too much and makes questionable choices. We celebrated your birthday not too long ago; you're also pissy because they haven't been giving you all the pieces of your staff here.

[namisan]

[She's faintly nodding all through the kind of bonkers part, but the moment Sam mentions rubber she stiffens. That's not right. That's--]

You're mistaken. [It's flat, but it's quiet, and she glances away for a moment before her jaw tightens, and she adds more carelessly:] We're not crew. The idiot just can't get that through his rubber skull, okay? We were partners. That's all.

[I don't celebrate birthdays. But this is a tight, hurtful thing to think about, that and Luffy and (staff? Her hand drops down to her thigh where her holster is. Two pieces, but why does that matter?) and this whole ugly whatever it is. Sam's sympathetic frowning just makes her dig her heels in more. It's hard to look at. She doesn't need it.]

I'm sorry I don't remember you. But if you could just direct me to how to leave here, I'll be on my way.

[collegedropout]

[He steps forward again, undaunted. He's not gonna let any stand-offish behavior detour him, that's to be sure; he's not scared of Nami, not even if she even decided to wail on him for being a nosy asshole.]

I'll help you get back to the ship, but we both stay there.

[He bites his lip.]

... Are you still dealing with Arlong, where you're from?

[Might as well just go for the gold.]

[namisan]

[He shoots, he scores. The flinch is almost imperceptible, but it's there. (If Sam's seeing double right now, there's a shark man giving him a wide, smug grin.)

Nami isn't going to discard anything Sam says now, because they clearly know each other to some degree. At the same time, she catches the way he words that.

Her hand creeps up to her tattooed shoulder on its own. It's automatic, a habit, and it feels wrong; the skin is rougher under her fingers. Scarring? She's not quite game enough to look. There's a wide and dizzying gap of time here. Hard to process, you know?]

You say that like I'm not anymore.

[Evenly.]

[collegedropout]

[Sam looks at the terrible image of Arlong, looming as always - defiantly.

And when he looks at Nami, it's as sure as ever.]

You won't.

You and your crew will kick his ass and free your island. It's a matter of time.

[namisan]

[You probably shouldn't pay so much attention to those echoes, Sam. It'll come back to bite you in the end.

...though look, Nami has no clue, so. She looks startled at the news Sam gives, not quite relieved-- it's there, just buried under confusion. Freeing her island is a matter of time, and that is so good to hear that it does happen, assuming Sam is telling the truth. And he has no reason to lie.

But the crew and kicking ass part...? He mentioned Luffy. She bites her lip, but when she finally responds it's in a much lighter tone, at least.]

I'm pretty lost. I get the feeling you'd be here a while if you tried explaining. [So it's memory loss, right? It means she just has to wait. Which. Is hard.] Where are you from, then?

[Go on, confuse her some more. 8|]

[collegedropout]

[................................ Crap, uh.

Where to begin. He bites his lip, trying to figure up a decent explanation.]

It's kind of a long story that'd take a while, yeah. But I'm from another world. And then we were in a world together. And then I went to your world for a little while. And when went back home before we both ended up here.

[namisan]

...oh, come on. Why are there worlds?

[That. Is her petulant and plaintive response. She scrubs a hand across her face. Life was complicated enough without weird shit like this to add to the mix but HEY. She's an amnesiac, maybe it'll all make sense at some point in the future.

It's easier to deal with if she just thinks of worlds as different islands. On that scale, she can make it make sense. Okay. Sure.]

Does throwing water on people get their memories back? [Because if so DUNK HER RIGHT NOW.]

[collegedropout]

[oh gosh you're making this worse by asking him these things-]

Aaactually, I just... wanted to make sure you weren't possessed by a demon.

... It's holy water.

[8D????]

[namisan]

Demons are a thing!?

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, FUTURE WORLD]

[collegedropout]

Erm, uh. Yeah?

[Oh, wow, this is hard. He needs back the Nami that is jaded to all this stuff.]

I mean... Maybe not in your world... that I could tell...

[namisan]

Oh, well that's something. Just tell me this isn't some weird version of hell I've never heard of.

[Sadly a young Nami is still a Nami that squawks over even the smallest things, Sam.]

[collegedropout]

... Oh, no. Definitely not.

So there's that.

[He winces a smile.]

Sorry. Uh... Do you want a drink? I feel like this all probably requires a drink.

[We ARE in a bar, and all.]

[namisan]

[Oh look you know that makes sense--] Please. A drink or ten.

[Maybe if she just drinks enough the world will make sense. I mean, it can't hurt.]

[collegedropout]

No problem. Definitely. Uh, lemme just get you something.

[He moves behind the bar and is quick to prepare something he knows Nami likes.

He's been around you too much, obviously.]

I don't even know where to begin, honestly. We've... been friends for a few years now?

[namisan]

[...huh. She lifts the glass to swirl its contents, eyeing it after that first sip. The labels are unfamiliar, but the taste isn't so bad. Guy knows her tastes at least. ]

I'm amazed you stuck around that long. How did we meet?

[collegedropout]

[He plops down on a stool on his side of things.]

About, uh... Three years back? Four? It's hard to tell, with the... word jumping thing.

[A year or so in Adstringendum, a year back home, a year in the fleet, a year back home...? It's fucking confusing, okay. Let's not dwell on that.]

We met in another world from our own, actually. Before this one.

[namisan]

[Slow blink.] You're telling me I've lost three years of memories? [That is a loooot of time. She looks down at her arms and her ch-- ah.

Come to think of it, she is older, huh. >_>]

...wow. World-hopping is a thing. Okay, then.

[Wow, her rack really grew, man. Starin'.]