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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[goldenglasses]

[For a very brief moment Vash is happy he caught her before she took off. It's very brief, however, as that's clearly not the expression Vash expected to see on Nami's face. It's like the one most people have when they first wake up here.

Vash waves a hand in front of Nami's face.] Ah, Nami? You okay?

[namisan]

[Too bad for you, Vash. Because Nami has no idea he's there until SUDDENLY THERE IS A HAND right htere in front of her traumatised face and she gives a shriek, punching him down with her best right hook TAKE THAT]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash thought maybe she's slap his hand away or point at the trouble she was seeing and he couldn't seem to spot. The shrieking right hook takes him completely by surprised and even his quick reflexes can't save him at this point.

With a crash he finds himself on the ground with a splitting headache.] AH! Nami! It's me! I was just bringing you your bag!

[namisan]

[Oh it's the guy with the broom hair. At this point the whole la la la everything's fine routine is out the window. She blinks down at him, then hauls him back up by the collar to scream in his face, gesturing at the wide window.]

WHAT IS THAT!?

[goldenglasses]

[As he recovers from the sudden whiplash and ruptured eardrums Vash peers out the window and sees nothing.]

Uh... a dirty window? But it's not my job to clean that one.

[Although he doesn't really believe that a joke like that is the answer Nami is looking for.]

Hey, Nami? [He grins a bit sheepishly as he's guessing she won't be able to answer his following question. If she can't then this is a rather nasty glitch.] What's my name?

[namisan]

[DON'T JOKE WITH ME VASH I AM NOT MY GOOD MATURE SELF or at least my mature-ish self

it's damn clear what she wanted to know and so her eyes narrow and she hisses an answer to that question:]

It's going to be dead meat unless you answer my question!!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash laughs meekly and nods his head. He gets it. They both know the gig is up and time for jokes is over.]

Alright. Alright. I get it. Just getting an idea on how much you may have forgotten.

Ah-- Oh man. Where do I start? So, as you can see, you're in space. [He gestures to the window she had been staring at.] You, me, and everyone on this ship and the ships you can see outside were brought her without warning to be contestants on some sort of reality show.

[Crap. That sounds super crazy. Vash holds his hands up in advanced surrender as he's guessing she may not believe him.] Honest!

[namisan]

[Okay, it's a ship. Okay. That's some grounds for familiarity. A ship in the ...sky? What a stupid idea ships can't fly--]

Space. Reality show.

[Repeating back those two concepts she gets the least. She tries to peel herself away from the wall and scuttle a little further away from the bay windows.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I thought it was crazy at first too, but hard to argue with those stars out there, huh?

That and when we show up we get these little, ah, chips installed too. They're pretty handy. Making it so even if you don't know anything about space you can do your job like flying a ship and such, but sometimes they have malfunctions.

For example, I think yours might be causing a slight memory problem as you've actually been here for over a year now.

[namisan]

You make less and less sense as you go. [It's an irritated and nervous snap, because honestly what the hell does chips installed mean-- but she also has no reason coming to mind that would make sense to her why she was in a bar in such a weird place where people know her by name.

...know her by name and still be friendly about it, anyway.]

I can't have been here for a year! I've got places to be! Debts to pay! [Ships to return to crews!] How do I get home?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs in a mixture of frustration and surrender.] Yeah. I know.

[He scratches at his head before answering her question. How was he suppose to answer that without sounding more insane?] Well, you kind of have to win this show. No one really knows how.

Oh man, this really isn't sounding any better. Wait!! I know! [Vash will reach into his pocket and pull out his communicator.]

Here! Give me a second! I'm sure you're recorded somewhere on here talking to one of your crew members! Then you'll see that you have been here before and I'm not just some crazy guy who works in your kitchen!

[As crazy at least.]

[namisan]

[Nami backs up another step when he reaches into his pocket, hands bunching into fists. But when he pulls out some weird black thing and keeps talking, she eyes him as if he's even crazier before her curiosity starts tugging at her.

...yeah, okay. A recording.]

I don't have a crew. [Just putting that out there. Automatically.]

[goldenglasses]

Maybe not at home, but here you do. [Vash doesn't act like he noticed the way her fists bunched as if ready to defend herself, but he does. Making a mental note not to reach into his pockets for a bit.

He plays with the communicator for a little bit and Nami may hear a jingle play after a couple moments.] No, no. That one probably isn't a good one. Back a bit further maybe? [He finally settles on an entry.] Oh, I think this was after Robin left. It's not very happy, but look, see? This was a couple months ago now. You really have been here.

[He offers the communicator out. Happy to keep holding it, but clearly offering her to take it if she wants a better look.]

[namisan]

[She leans forward to take a better look, though mostly she pays attention to the voices she can hear. Hers, definitely. People asking if she's okay. One that seems vaguely familiar (that tall guy?)

She sees the flash of distinctive orange hair, anyway, and her uncertainty only grows.]

...a year?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. A year. I'm sorry. I know it's a lot to take in.

But ah, you run and own that bar back there. You captain one of the ships, but ah, I wouldn't really worry too much about that. People around here understand these glitches sometimes happen and they never last more than a few days.

[Normally.]

[namisan]

[Captain. A ship. She snorts.]

What kind of ship is it? Marine? Pirate? Or don't those qualifications matter up here?

[goldenglasses]

Well, we're not pirates. And ah, marine? I'm pretty sure the ships in space handle a lot differently than the ones on the water. [As he confuses Marine with marina. Knives was the one who studied the human wars more than him and his planet didn't have enough in terms of large armed forces to be named. Let alone one focused on navel tactics.]

At least, I assume so, I don't really have much in the way of boating experience.

[namisan]

[Yeahhh you don't know what she means. An eyebrow twitches, but she keeps a lid on her irritation. It's not this guy's fault.]

And I captain one of them. Why?

[goldenglasses]

Well, I'm a captain too and I was just randomly assigned. I'm actually not sure if you asked to be captain or you got randomly assigned and you just decided to run with it.

You seem really good at it though! Are you a captain back home?

[namisan]

Randomly assigned captains? What kind of fleet is this?

[The hell. I mean she's more qualified than some, sure thing, but--]

No. I'm a navigator. The only time I ever captain is when I sail on my own. [SO BY DEFAULT, THEN.]

[goldenglasses]

Not a very well structured fleet.

[Once more Vash shrugs a bit helplessly.] Well then, I'd say give it two, three weeks and if you still don't want to be captain fill out the paperwork and they'll transfer the title to someone else. Technically that means you have to give up the bigger bedroom of course.

[namisan]

[Twitch.] Oh, sure. Much as I absolutely love the idea of having the bigger bedroom, I don't intend to be here that long. It's fine.

[She points at the shuttles taking up this massive space.] Those are ships, right? [There's a niggling sense of familiarity-- like she knows them.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash decides to not point out that she's been here for a year and lets the comment drop about how long she intends to stay.]

Yup, they're the ships alright. [He points out one of the bigger ships.] That one there? That's your ship.

[namisan]

[She eyes off the shuttle in the bay, trying to dredge up in a moment of true recollection. It's familiar, in that she has an idea she already knows how to operate it, which gives credence to what Vash is saying.

Okay. Fine. Taking a breath.]

Right. Thanks for the help. I'm out.

[MARCHIN' OFF TO HER SHUTTLE NOW. Without her backpack again, what a shock.]

[goldenglasses]

Ah, Nami. Your bag? And --ahh, are you sure you want to go out by yourself?

[Vash isn't too worried. Her augment should teach her how to handle the shuttles and he's pretty sure her senses will come back. The fleet won't let her go too far without teleporting her back.]