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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.]
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[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.]
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Well, it's your right to be pissed at him.
But you're all gonna get him back, and you can curb stomp him and make him apologize then.
[He wanders over and sits down with her.]
I mean... I get it, though. I don't want you to think I don't.
Dean's pulled some shit similar enough in the last few years that deserved some body slams.
[Like, y'know, beating the shit out of me and saying horrible things and potentially setting me up to kill me with a scythe. Good times.]
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...Luffy won't settle for anything less. I know. I just--
[From everyone on the crew, Sanji's the person she least expected to get this shit from. She puts a hand over her face.]
We were meant to get there and tell him he was a moron and just go back home, you know?
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[He smiles, though, nudging her gently.]
Don't let it eat you up too much while you're here.
I know it's hard when crap is bad back home, but this is time for you to breathe and gain your strength back when things are hard.
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Sanji crossed lines. Major ones. She can't expect Sam to understand why, much the same as she can't understand half the stuff that hunters do.]
...
...whatever happens from here is up to Luffy, anyway. [She takes some time coming back with that, and her voice has delved into a weird kind of monotone casual, the smile back on her face. She's writing him off.] You can't leave a pirate crew without captain's permission. We'll work out the rest later.
I told you. It wasn't important, right? [In comparison to all the other shit going on, anyway. She picks at the hem of her shirt.] I'll be over it in a little while. It's okay.
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[He smiles a little.]
Just because my life is a shit-show doesn't mean your problems don't mean anything.
I'd rather help with what's bothering you than deal with my issues, anyway.
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[But teasing.]
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[He smiles like a big butthead.]
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[She shouldn't think about this any longer than she has to. Nothing's going to change-- she's frozen in time. So is Sanji.
They'll work it out. Or not.
Her head thumps lightly into Sam's shoulder.] I need a distraction.
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[A pause.]
Anything distraction-related coming to mind? Preferably nothing that ends with me totally wasted. As distracting as that would be.
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[Grin.
...but she doesn't say anything else. Kinda coming up empty on the distraction front, especially if drinking isn't an option.]
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[He leans into her shoulder.]
Do some garden maintenance, maybe? I know you've got some stuff to help out with there.
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[She draws in a deep breath, tries to let it go. Helps to kind of lean on a comfy friend.] You know, the mikan saplings I planted a while ago are getting to harvest stage. Maybe today's finally the day.
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... Or I'll just be totally wrong and you can never trust my good feelings ever again.
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You better come with me. If they are ready, your giant size would be pretty useful.
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[But he smiles as he follows her out.]