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.]

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[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.

[stabsbothways]

Why thank you. I'd say I get that all the time, but meeting someone not in person is a rather new thing for me.

So tell me about this new drink, it seems I'll need to sprint to catch up to you, and then I can tell you how cute you are without unfortunate implications.

[ It's okay if both of them are really drunk. ]

[namisan]

[She snorts, too tired to actually laugh.] For someone who doesn't like Fenris, you do jump to the same conclusions. 'mnot drunk.

[Just tired enough to feel drunk, probably should work on that brain to mouth filter.] Besides. I can appreciate good lock.

[...Nami.]

[stabsbothways]

No, I love Fenris, I just hate elves. Try to keep up.

Do you have a bed here in the space bar or do we need to get you to your shuttle? Or to my shuttle?

[namisan]

I'm too tired to kee... [Oh never mind. She blinks owlishly and then shakes her head.] 'm getting a lift home. You can keep me company and make sure I don't, I don't know... drown in a puddle of beer or something.

[stabsbothways]

Alas my plans for abduction and molestation have been foiled by forward planning.

So, I am told that you are a pirate, but a very kind and barely scary at all pirate.

[namisan]

[dkaflas she flushes a little, because that's amusing but she's tired and pheromones suck, but have a dopey grin.]

Whoever told you that has never seen me when I'm pissed off, then.

[stabsbothways]

I can only imagine! [ She is skeptical. ]

[namisan]

Dun make fun of me, I'm too tired.

[Her eyes are half sliding closed again as it is.]

[stabsbothways]

That just means only I get to appreciate the joke.

Perfectly fine with me.

[namisan]

If you're gonna have fun at my expense, you should at least buy me a drink.

[Nami you work here.]

[stabsbothways]

Ah, so you want to be tired and drunk. A trailblazer, to be sure.

Fenris, can I get a coffee for the lady.

[namisan]

It'll take way more than just a drink to get me drunk, no matter how tired I am. [But she'll accept Fenris' serving of space coffee in good grace, sipping it carefully. Way more than a drink-- bleh.]

...that didn't come out right, but you get the idea. Thanks.

[stabsbothways]

No, I completely missed the idea.

Please explain it to me in detail.

[namisan]

[Snrk.] No, but that's exactly it. I can outdrink giants. Most pirates don't think a teeny girl can outdrink a five year old kid, let alone big old manly them. It makes them an easy mark.

[Which is not usually information she'd volunteer, but she's tired as hell and Isabela seems unimpressed by her abilities, which is unacceptable.]

[stabsbothways]

That's a hell of a claim.

I want to see it. Do we have any giants in the fleet?

[namisan]

I think our closest example is probably Sam. Everyone's so damn short here.

He's a lightweight, though. No contest. Know of anyone who can really hold their liquor?