Channelling Fire Fist

[namisan]

Who: Nami + You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit / Bloodsport / Briefly on the Ring
When: Now!

[The last few days Nami's been feeling progressively more drained, which is annoying, but these glitches tend to follow right on the end of overworking herself anyway, so she doesn't quite notice. Until today, when she quite literally falls asleep for a few seconds and ends up faceplanting on the shoulder of the complete stranger she's buying a bunch of bar alcohol from.

Awkward.

Then half an hour later when she's loading up the shuttle, one can find her literally sleeping on top of a couple of barrels. Maybe she should get someone to help fly her to the Iskaulit, because that seems less awkward and more stupid... okay, so something's up, she's either coming down with something or she's glitching and she'll just get her supplies back to the bar and (zzzz)--

...what was she doing? Oh, right.

Yeah, if you're anywhere nearby she might flag you down to fly her back, because death by faceplanting the shuttle somewhere would be just plain embarrassing.

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Whether by miracle or responsible supervision she makes it to the Iskaulit eventually, feet dragging and yawning, and manages to square away new supplies and give the bar staff a heads up.] This stuff's pretty strong. Don't serve it to anyone you know can't--- [Owlish blink.] -- hold their licks. Liquor. [Yeah, that stuff.]

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[And finally some hours after that, text to avoid yawning in people's faces. It's the slowest text ever.]

New stock at the Space Bar. Massive kick. Spicy, sweet. Drink wisely.

[...Nami you're not crafting a telegram. Man, why is this so hard--]

Lot of glitches lately???

you people have stolen all my izhu


[...well. That could be a fancy alien word. Or it could just be that she fell asleep while typing. She'll be back after this nap. Or after someone yells in her ear or... something.

After this, she'll ping the Bloodsport with a message to come get her and go sleep in the garden until someone wakes her up.]

Comments

Action, that first segment

[spacebro]

[Mon-El sees a girl he's sure he's seen before in the Space Bar because he's been a new but loyal customer. Okay, loyal might be a stretch since he goes to both bars on the Iskaulit, but he has been spending a lot of time in bars. He stops when she waves at him and glances around before pointing to himself as if to ask, "me?" But he walks over before there's a response.]

Are you okay? [He didn't know much about her, but he did know she could usually stand up straight.]

[namisan]

[Oh good, he's coming over. She knows he's Fleet, at least, she's served him drinks before. Nami blinks at him a few seconds and rights her balance. (Again).]

Never better. And by that, I think I'm glitching. [...yawn. No, actually, let's go back to leaning on the barrels.] Do me a favour for a couple of free drinks?

[spacebro]

Glitching. Your augment? I was told about that. [Okay, you look too tired to be proud of him for remembering this.] What can I do?

[namisan]

[She looks surprised and then suspicious and then... realises he's probably not talking about her augment specifically. Look, too tired for critical thinking okay.] Um-- yeah. I think so.

Look, I'm falling asleep a lot. I don't want to do that while... piloting a shuttle. Could you give me and my booze a drink back to the Iskaulit? I'd appreciate it.

[Or a lift. A lift is what she meant.]

[athru]

Sounds fun. Do staff get to taste test?

[namisan]

[She'll take a bit to reply, just gotta drag herself back from this half twilight zone sleepy land. But at least that means she has more focus for a hot minute.]

I don't see why not. Give you a first hand appreciation of how strong it is.

[athru]

I'm going to end up a blue lump, aren't I.

[namisan]

It's possible!
It's alcohol brewed to get the locals drunk and they're bigger than us. Should be fun.

Action

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris still wanders around like a terrified little ghost of his usual self. But he's here, because there are PEOPLE here. He can get lost in a crowd and know he won't be alone with his demons.

He'll just stare at Nami for a moment, brow furrowed.]

Did you...drink it?

[Why are you broken, Nami? ]

Action

[namisan]

[She has to finish yawning before she answers that, though maybe the yawning will be answer enough. But.]

I wish I had. No. I'm just very tired. [Enough that her words are slurring a little when she doesn't pay attention. It sucks. But not so much that she doesn't notice something is off. She peers at him.]

Everything okay?

[wolfuncaged]

You look like you need to sleep. Perhaps you should go to your ship?

[Pot. Kettle. Black. Fenris shifts, uncomfortable.]

I have been having....trouble. Seeing things. I doubt much can be done until it ends by itself.

[namisan]

[That's refreshingly honest, given the usual company she keeps. She peers at him with bleary concern.]

You're glitching...? [She hopes that's a glitch and not a usual state of events for Fenris. That would suck.] That seems to be going around a lot of late. How intrusive is it?

action

[stefanged]

[After the "fire in the Space Bar" fiasco, Stefan hasn't stepped foot inside. Partially out of guilt, but also partially because he inadvertently revealed his powers - and he knows that he can't play human much longer if he does.

When he sees Nami, he blinks back surprise before rushing over and gripping her shoulder.]

Nami? Hey, Nami?

[Sleeping is one thing, but sleeping on the job is another - and from what he knows of her work ethic, that sure isn't on purpose.]

action

[namisan]

[At the very least, Nami is wise enough (and grumpy enough) by this point to be sitting down, though she rockets upright from her faceplant on the table at the shoulder shake, reeling a little.]

Mup. I'm. Up. Not sleeping! I was but I'm not. There.

[Blink blink. Then she peers at him sleepily, recognition settling in.] Stefan?

action

[stefanged]

Hi.

[He has to bite on his lower lip to keep from laughing - Y'Allah, this wasn't exactly how he expected to catch up with her.]

You sure you're okay? That's um, not very like you.

action

[namisan]

No, I was... [She yawns, and waves a hand as if that explains it. But don't worry, she will actually clarify once she stops.] I'm glitching. I think. Either that or some alien virus, but everyone else is having fun so I guess it's my turn...

[She peers down at her comm on the table and wonders if she has a keyboard print on her face tbh. izhu. What.]

[action.]

[collegedropout]

[Sam's been watching on his shifts with... some... concern...

Because, uh. Nami... Are you okay, boss.

When he catches her sleeping again, he reaches over to carefully prod at her forehead. This is concerning, and we're gonna talk about this. And what is it with you having issues at the bar? You'd better not go losing memories on him again on top of it.]

Hey. Nami.

...

[Out cold. How can he wake her up quickly? Ah. He's got it.]

Someone's stealing all your money! Oh, no!

[action.] 1/2

[namisan]

[If it's reassuring there's absolutely no trace of fever. Just a normal, sleepy Nami. ...

okay, a sleepy Nami, not much normal about it. She doesn't so much as twitch as at the forehead prod, what makes you think she's going to react at that blatantly false accus--]

[action.]

[namisan]

[Did you mind having your prodding hand suddenly crushed in a vice like grip because hey guess what SHE'S UP

GOOD GOING

Barely a warning shiver before she's basically upright with this face.] Over my dead body.

[action.]

[collegedropout]

Nnnna—owow, Nami, Nami, wait —

[I'M IN A VICE GRIP

I'M GONNA DIE

2 YOUNG 2 DIE AGAIN

I HAD SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR(???)]

Kidding, I'm kidding—!

[action.]

[namisan]

[There comes a long pause while Nami blinks at him in confusion and slowly processes she's crushing her best friend's hand over an obvious lie, but she's not sure why he's saying such things, I mean how rude-- oh.

She fell asleep. Right. Right.

Her grip eases off by degrees and she just flops back down again in her chair, rubbing at an eye.]

Time is it...?

[Action]

[stabsbothways]

[ Poke poke poke ]

Excuse me, I came seeking an advertised new way to get shitfaced but all I've found is a bartender being derelict in her duty.

[ Optional OOC: Isabela's augment is generating enhanced pheramones ]

[Action]

[namisan]

[Goddammit why don't people know she's not on shift today! ...the fact she fell asleep at the bar notwithstanding--

She swipes grumpily at poking fingers, finally glancing up with a sulky pout and a coaster kind of. Attached to her cheek. Whatever.]

'mnot derelel-- whatever. Fenris is on shift. I'm sleeping.

[Obviously. Give her a few seconds to wake up.


...kind of.]

[stabsbothways]

[ She would bug her either way. ]

I refuse to be served by an elf.

Or maybe he was rude to me or gave me the wrong drink or something. The former is actually rather likely, isn't it?

Anyway, imagine some reasonable or unreasonable explanation for why I can't talk to Fenris and so now I have to talk to you.

[namisan]

[Help, I'm too tired to parse this properly. She thinks drowsily she should probably be getting offended on Fenris' behalf but reasonable or unreasonable is kind of funny and instead Nami just blinks back at Isabela in an apparent state of confusion.

Until at least gravity works and the coaster peels off her cheek by the corner it's been stuck, landing with enough of a sound that she jumps and shakes her head. Wake up, navigator.]

...huh. You're a lot hotter in person.