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driftfleet2016-12-31 02:34 pm
namisan) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-31 02:34 pm
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[Audio] Another Day, Another Canon Update
Who: Nami and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Bloodsport / Iskaulit (Space Bar) for drinkers everywhere
When: Today!
Sanji-kun.
[If Nami sounds tinnier than usual on this audio feed, there's a good reason for that.] We're both still here. Luffy's here, too. Come home.
[Snort.] Well, "home".
Aa, I noticed. At your command, Nami-swaaan~!
[And click. There's a series of beeps, and then it starts again-- this conversation, or the first fifteen seconds of it before she stops it again. It's a recording.
Pause.
And playing it again. It's safe to assume Nami doesn't know she's broadcasting, but the point becomes moot when there's a clatter and the voices cut off again. We return you to your blessed silence.]
-----
[So yeah, Nami's holed up in her room for the day. She'd take the night off from bar work, only the Shuffle informs her Remy has gone, so she's down a staff member as is, but until then... taking some space. She's not sure whether listening to old conversations is to make her feel better or just another form of twisting the knife-- can't work out which.
Either way, eventually she addresses the network proper, because she may as well get some productivity out of this whole shit show. Her voice runs hollow. It wasn't a good night.]
This might be a stupid question-- I don't know. Computers aren't my thing. But you know, every planet we go to, it seems someone runs into trouble and needs a bail out. That's par for the course, I know. Happens all the time at home, too.
...in Adstringendum, our communicators had a built in-- GPS, I think it was called? You just hit a button on your comm, and it'd send your coordinates to whoever you were talking to at the time. People could go straight to where they were needed. The Fleet comms don't have that, or at least not that I can find-- if someone's found it, point it out. Like I said, computers aren't my thing.
But if it's not on there, is someone tech-savvy enough to add it? I just think it might help people out. I see people put games on this thing all the time, so I figure it might be possible. You could borrow my Adstring comm if it'd help. [She still has it. It's what she was listening to earlier.]
Anyway, just thought... I'd ask.
[...and after a long pause.]
On a more simple note, the Space Bar is down a chef. I guess that means I have a job opening.
[The enthusiasm just jumps off the page, doesn't it? Another friend down.
Until evening, she'll be in her room. And then she'll go into shift and be her usual cheery self. Because when it comes to making money, she's always been able to fake it.
At your command. Hah.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Bloodsport / Iskaulit (Space Bar) for drinkers everywhere
When: Today!
Sanji-kun.
[If Nami sounds tinnier than usual on this audio feed, there's a good reason for that.] We're both still here. Luffy's here, too. Come home.
[Snort.] Well, "home".
Aa, I noticed. At your command, Nami-swaaan~!
[And click. There's a series of beeps, and then it starts again-- this conversation, or the first fifteen seconds of it before she stops it again. It's a recording.
Pause.
And playing it again. It's safe to assume Nami doesn't know she's broadcasting, but the point becomes moot when there's a clatter and the voices cut off again. We return you to your blessed silence.]
-----
[So yeah, Nami's holed up in her room for the day. She'd take the night off from bar work, only the Shuffle informs her Remy has gone, so she's down a staff member as is, but until then... taking some space. She's not sure whether listening to old conversations is to make her feel better or just another form of twisting the knife-- can't work out which.
Either way, eventually she addresses the network proper, because she may as well get some productivity out of this whole shit show. Her voice runs hollow. It wasn't a good night.]
This might be a stupid question-- I don't know. Computers aren't my thing. But you know, every planet we go to, it seems someone runs into trouble and needs a bail out. That's par for the course, I know. Happens all the time at home, too.
...in Adstringendum, our communicators had a built in-- GPS, I think it was called? You just hit a button on your comm, and it'd send your coordinates to whoever you were talking to at the time. People could go straight to where they were needed. The Fleet comms don't have that, or at least not that I can find-- if someone's found it, point it out. Like I said, computers aren't my thing.
But if it's not on there, is someone tech-savvy enough to add it? I just think it might help people out. I see people put games on this thing all the time, so I figure it might be possible. You could borrow my Adstring comm if it'd help. [She still has it. It's what she was listening to earlier.]
Anyway, just thought... I'd ask.
[...and after a long pause.]
On a more simple note, the Space Bar is down a chef. I guess that means I have a job opening.
[The enthusiasm just jumps off the page, doesn't it? Another friend down.
Until evening, she'll be in her room. And then she'll go into shift and be her usual cheery self. Because when it comes to making money, she's always been able to fake it.
At your command. Hah.]
video.
You've only just arrived, haven't you? Are you sure?
video.
I'll go mad if I don't keep myself occupied - and cooking is at least something I'm confident in continuing, even with the... concerning presentation of the kitchens around here. I'm sure I can make these gel-based supplies into something worthwhile.
[Look at him, he's already considering so much about this, okay!!]
I would be worried about being able to keep up, but the fleet is decently sized; I think it may be manageable. It's certainly better than living in New York or Los Angeles.
video.
If you want to try it out, I'm more than happy to take you on. We can see how it goes over the week, Mr...?
video.
[.......... he may have just outed that he saw your earlier accidental audio
and just sort of assumed that's your normal name]
I'm Edwin Jarvis - most simply call me Jarvis, if you'd prefer.
video. 1/3
[video.]
video 3/4 I am a liar
...like whether she was broadcasting earlier and wow. Wow, Atroma. Screw you.
Awkward. No wonder she's got people making that face at her.]
video.
...Jarvis, then? Well, it's nice to meet you. [Cheery and talking a mite fast, but this is business so let's get to it, right? Right.] I'll let my bar staff know what's up and I've got people who can show you the ropes, but let's give you a couple days to settle in, right? What about Friday?
video. 1/2
[Alright, well, it's clear you've had a miniature nervous breakdown.
It's all good, Jarvis is very patient.]
video.
Friday would be just fine! Wonderful. The sooner I can get back to any sort of work will liberate me and my wandering mind. [Maybe he should ask if you're okay after your miniature nervous breakdown (tm). Ah, well. He shouldn't pry... (yet).] Have you been working for long at this bar, Miss Nami?
video.
Since its opening, actually! I inherited it from its original owner when he left the Fleet.
There is a wage, just so you know. It's not huge, but as you don't have any expenses either, it stacks up in the end.