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[Ironically she knows she's pulling a leaf right out of Robin's book (the previous captain, not her Robin) by doing this, but even if the Captain's meeting was generally useless and ill-timed, one suggestion did come of it that she thinks is probably a good idea:]

So, that was all the best of fun.

If you haven't met me before, my name's Nami. I'm the Captain of the Bloodsport, which is the ship at least one of you is now new to. I know there were new people I never got to meet because I was in a coma before this whole mess started as well, so... when you've all got a moment, come see me in the kitchen. I think it's important we touch base after what happened on the Marsiva, and I want to hear your thoughts on that, if you've got them. Even the really rude thoughts. Especially the rude thoughts.

We've also lost Jaime and Daryl, so. Just so you know.

[She wasn't really attached to either of them. One was too off and one was too new. But just in case.]

Edited 2017-07-10 12:43 (UTC)

There's nothing like suddenly being on the bridge while fanfare plays and...more pudding and confetti. Merlan just kinda stands there for a moment, adjusting to the sudden change of surroundings. SS Bloodsport, Nami - Captain, Pilot, Cloud Strife - Pilot, (she hasn't met), First Mate - Sam Winchester, Security Officer - Alisha Dipdha (who she hasn't met), Ginko - Lab Support. The list is solid in her mind as she picks confetti from her hair. It's disorienting, for sure.

"So much for the SS Paisley," she finally says glancing around the bridge. "Tell me this doesn't happen often. I was just headed for a cuppa, too."

[Ohhhh so you're the CAPTAIN of this thing. Good...ish to know.] Daryl's gone, huh? [Cloud would say that sucks but...he hardly knew the guy. ~~Now who's he gonna blame his misbehaving on?~~]

Got no thoughts though. Don't know if you wanna bother with a kitchen meeting for that.

[...wait she knows that voice. Which means she now remembers where she heard that name on her ship roster before

YOU'RE THAT JERK FROM THE BAR

Probably can't be helped all things considered, but she raises her eyebrows, and answers eventually, fingers tapping an audible pattern on the table.]

No thoughts at all? You didn't strike me as all that empty-headed. I'm sure we can find something to talk about, and we should at least meet in person. [Instead of, y'know, in your head.]

[uh no YOU'RE that jerk from the bar]

Pass. No offense. [look, he's just gonna deny being the one slowly stealing bits of metal from around the ship, what's the point......]

[He's fiddled with his communicating device a little, but he's not entirely comfortable with it yet. Besides... sometimes it's best to just... get things over with.

It doesn't take him long to find the kitchen; this ship isn't that big. He tries not to look too apprehensive when he enters. He might know what this woman looks like, have spoken to her, and he's seen a couple of her memories, but meeting her in person... that's something different.]

So... here's where I ended up after all.

What sort of things did you want to hear about?

Some offense taken. This isn't a request. [Well, she's not offended because she already kind of has a first impression and she's had worse, frankly. But the humour is gone from her voice.]

This isn't just some tin can you're stuck on where nothing happens. I'm not here to yell at you or sling orders unless there's an emergency. [Then she'll do both.] But we do have emergencies, so come to the kitchen, please. It'll take five whole minutes.

Lucky you, huh? [Nami isn't aware he's been traipsing through her head, but she does remember speaking to him before this. She has a present for you, Ginko. But first, business.]

First impressions and any theories you might have about this place. Doesn't matter if you think they're common or really unlikely-- every point of view helps. Also, are you doing okay?

[Well, he could ignore the order, but this is a very small ship and Cloud sincerely doubts any of the others are any better.

Reluctantly he heads for the kitchen, halting in the doorway with his arms folded, five-foot-seven of hiked up shoulders and defensive body language. If she just wants a look at him then fine, here he is.]

Edited 2017-07-20 19:18 (UTC)

[They're both the same height and Nami is used to tall scowling people, so she kind of fights the urge to smile. It probably wouldn't help. Gonna give him a second to see if he actually bothers to come in and sit, which-- no? Okay, fine. She'll make it quick.]

Thank you.

First off-- have you got any experience with spaceships that hasn't been rudely shoved into your head by the Atroma?

Nami looks up with vague surprise at the new arrival. It is a shuffle day, but as far as she knew this woman had fetched up on the Paisley.

"I guess the Atroma must have taken a liking to you," she says, mildly enough. "Welcome to the Bloodsport?"

"Perhaps they have," Merlan murmured, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Ah, thanks for the welcome. I thought I was supposed to be on the SS Paisley but I guess I'm here, now. Not really sure how that works."

"Hey, maybe next week you'll be on the Tourist." She shakes her head, but she's grinning a little. "The Atroma do this sometimes. You can put in for a transfer and sometimes they refuse those because they think you're more entertaining where you are, or something like that. I guess this is more of the same.

"You said you were security, right?"

"It sounds like we're stuck in a deck of cards, being shuffled from place to place. Pft, entertaining. Well, I guess this is a sort of circus, really." Merlan says, shaking her head before nodding at Nami's question.

"Yeah, that's what my augment is."

Her fingers brushed at the thing that had been rather unceremoniously stuck in her head. It was way more than weird to have tech stuck there and it made her vaguely uneasy to even touch it. Her nose wrinkles a little and then her expression settles into quiet amusement.

"At least I'm acquainted with most of the crew, here. There are a few I haven't met, though. Maybe the Atroma just enjoyed my exploits on the Marivsa. Who knows..." The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles at Nami.

"Well, we just lost our last security guy, so maybe that's why." But she doubts it. If Atroma cared about positions on their ship everyone would have a far more balanced crew.

"We've got Sam, Alisha, Cloud, Ginko, and now you. And me, of course. Who've you met already?"

Edited (way to go forgetting Ginko) 2017-07-20 21:30 (UTC)

"Oh? Well, good timing, I guess." Merlan hummed a little at the two unfamiliar names. "Sam and Ginko I've met previously, so Alisha and Cloud are the two I don't know."

Not really. [Distantly, he knows he's being an unwarranted shithead, but it'll probably only hit him just how much a couple days from now. God, he hates this place so much.

He at least gathers that 'not really' isn't much to go on, so after a second of pause he continues,] Was in a rocket ship for a little while, but didn't do jack. Just floated there.

[He blinks at her, caught off-guard by the question about his well being. She doesn't even know him, even if he's part of her crew now; even after everything that happened in Edensphere, people being concerned about him is still a strange feeling.]

Well... yeah, I'm fine. [He really is, and besides it's not like anything could be changed if he wasn't.] I'm still getting used to... being somewhere else, I guess.

[Enough about him.] Anyway, theories. It's pretty suspicious that I was brought here pretty much directly from the last place I was trapped, and it's really weird that I was brought in right when that calibrations thing was going on. The Tree liked forcing us to share memories, too.

[Join the club, Cloudo. Though, you know, extra volunteered info is a little encouraging. She leans back in her chair, shifting into a more casual tone.]

Mostly, this place is boring and it sucks and it'll continue to suck, so if you've got a better life back home I hope you go back there quickly. Mostly, you can do what you want as long as it doesn't disrupt the lives of other people on the ship.

But a few months ago the whole fleet was attacked by raiders who tried to take us all as slaves and salvage our ships. It kind of highlighted the need to be able to work together if that should happen again.

Can you fight?

The last place I was in did that to us, too. It seems to be a common thing. I'm pretty sure all these places are connected somehow, but I have no idea who's in charge of it all. But like I said before, you'll find coming from somewhere else disturbingly common, here.

[Hey awesome tons of time trapped on a small ship with nothing to do that's...TOTALLY SO GREAT........]

That's about the only thing I can do. [At least he's good at it?] They...made me the pilot of this thing too, I think, but that's not gonna work out.

[S-she might help with that in a second okay. At least we have a jacuzzi? Also she has a bunch of other stuff to ask but that statement makes her blink, peering at him.]

Why not?

"Well, Alisha hasn't been around much. Cloud is a guy with blond hair who needs to get out more. You'll know him when you see him." Cloud is a guy with issues, but that's beside the point, and besides, how long has she known Sam now? Everyone has Issues on this ship.

"I'm the pilot and also the captain. One of the pilots, anyway." That's changed recently. "How much of a rundown did you get on this place while you were on the Paisley?"

...well, I guess it's nice that we're not alone? [Yeah, that's some sarcasm there.]

I wouldn't be surprised if they were connected. We ran into at least one other place like this, uh... a year ago, I guess?

[Or something. Time is funny.]

And I heard rumors of another time it happened, before I got there.

The ones I've heard of are Adstringendum, Luceti, Paradisa, Exsilium... there's a couple people here from a spaceship that remember me, though I don't remember them. I know there's more. I'll have to find my notes. [There's a lot more.] Any of those sound familiar?

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