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.]

[athru]

Sounds fun. Do staff get to taste test?

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? ]

[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?

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?

[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'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.

[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.]

[spacebro]

[He's not following the cause of the expressions there, but it doesn't seem to matter by the end.] Of course. [He may not be great with Earth-specific terms, but he can follow a drunk-sounding turn of phrase just fine.] Can you walk or do you want me to carry you on board?

[namisan]

Ah--! [That surprises her enough into looking alert for half a second. Waving her hands.] No, no! It's okay, I can walk, it's not that bad. Though if you can put the barrels on board for me, that would be great. Ah--

--yeah. I'm Nami. Not normally this out of it.

[spacebro]

I'm Mon-El. [He offers her an arm.] I'm not a barrel, but I can help.

[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]

[Excellent compromise, sir. She takes his arm gratefully.] You've been around a few months, right?

[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?

[spacebro]

Yes. Since the month of [pausing to remember the word] December. [He walks her slowly to the shuttle. He'll come back for the barrels.] When did your glitch start?

[athru]

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

[namisan]

Now that I think about it? Probably a couple days ago. [Yawn. She tries not to trip over her own feet.] But this is the first day I've had so much trouble staying awake.

[namisan]

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

[athru]

We're going to die.

[spacebro]

How long do they usually last? [He does her best to keep her moving smoothly. He'll reach out to hold her fully if she starts to fall.]

[wolfuncaged]

[His shoulders hunch a little, giving away the answer before he really voices it.]

Very. It's my former master.

[Super not good, then. ]

I keep...seeing him. I know it's not real, but it's still...unsettling.

[namisan]

That's also possible!

[Heh. She yawns, and comes back with a more serious response:]

Which is why limiting it is a wise idea. We've got people with monstrous tolerances on board the Fleet, so this is for them, I guess.

[namisan]

The last one I had was a couple weeks. I haven't heard of any longer than that. Some only last a -- [yaaaawn] --day.

[This is gonna be a long day. She has a lot to get done. Mostly she can carry herself, she just sort of uses him as a guideline for where up is.]

[spacebro]

Oh, hey, did you want to take your shuttle or my shuttle?

[athru]

I'll throw anyone out if they try and push their luck. I'm good at it.