Take Your Tradition and Shove It

[mikangirl]

Who: Nami and you
Broadcast: Yep
Action: Bloodsport / Space Bar, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish

[Nami sleeps in an hour past the start of her shift at the Space Bar because the Atroma have always had such excellent timing.  When she finally blinks awake, all icy sweat and teary-eyed, she spends a good few minutes slowly convincing herself it was just a bad dream, not actual, y'know, memories, which is a pretense that lasts all the way until she sits up and catches sight of herself in the mirror.

Welp.

There's no definites, on either side.  That's something to think about.  She checks the time and date on her comm, realises she's only lost an extra half day, and pings the bar staff on duty to let them know she's running late.  She can have her depressing existential crisis later.  Runs through the shower and skids out into the cargo bay with her hair still damp and her backpack over her shoulder and--

And--????

There's a giant thing staggering around in here with yellow feathers sticking out awkwardly from the most godawful wrapping paper she's ever seen--]

[Indignant Video]

Hey!  [This here's a redhead with a lot more hair this morning, looking pissed.]  Who the hell left the giant bird in our cargo bay?  You can't just wrap a living creature in that much--

KWAAA!?

[She breaks off, startled, to glance over her shoulder at the crackling sound and sudden rumbling of something heading this way.  It's a wildebeest herd  And then has just enough time for a shriek before the comm goes flying , which means maybe all you get after that is a blur of yellow feathers and pink flamingo wrapping paper that's on fire (who giftwrapped the electric bird seriously) and a whole lot of joyful bird sounds who just ran over his favourite navigator sort of accidentally, but that's Biri for you.  JFC, bird.

Muffled and in the distance, after a few moments--]

...never mind.  I'm gonna be later.

[She recognises him now the wrapping paper has kind of burnt to ash, that's for sure.  Ow.]

-------

[She will eventually get to the Space Bar with all due apologies, so you can catch up with her there.  Or order a drink.  She's in a better mood than when she woke up, at least.  Giant idiot birds will do that to you.  Even if they singe your hair a little at the same time.]

Comments

[spacebro]

Oh. Well, it looks nice on you both ways. Are you sure you're up for working? I'm sure we can handle it if you need some time.

[mikangirl]

Thank you! [She expected nothing less, but her grin is wide all the same.]

And no, it's okay. I think I'd prefer working today.

[spacebro]

Then it's a good thing you're the boss and you can decide that. So, how were the memories? All good things? [He suspects not because why would the Atroma even bother then?]

[mikangirl]

[The Atroma do like their thickening plots.]

Some good, some bad. [She thinks she might be dead, it's great.] I made up with a good friend, so that's the important thing.

[spacebro]

[Always adding flour and stirring!]

I'm glad to hear it. [The parts he heard at least.] That must have been a hard thing hanging over you while you were here.

[mikangirl]

It was. [That she can be fully sincere about, favouring him with a warm smile.] I don't like fighting with friends. Figured it would work itself out one way or another, but...you know. It still sucks.

[spacebro]

It does. Especially if you don't have a lot of friends. [Like every time Kara got mad and left for awhile.]

[mikangirl]

Yeah. The more important they are to you, the more it hurts.

[She's still gonna wait on that apology, though. And make him crawl for her forgiveness. See? Epitome of a great friend.]

[spacebro]

Very true. But it's all better now? At least with that?

[mikangirl]

With that, yeah. [She gives him a small grin. He knows what's up.] I mean, we probably still need to talk when and if the dust settles, but everything just feels right again.

[Even if she never gets the chance, though, she knows they settled enough. She shifts focus before she can think about it too much, pouring herself a drink. The non-alcoholic kind, she's not starting this early.] Anyway, the Atroma's little memory trip looks like it cost me most of my day. I guess it could be worse. Last time I was out for a month.

[spacebro]

I was out two months and didn't wake up with a single new memory. I'd say it's unfair but those memory things don't always work out well.

[mikangirl]

No. I didn't much like the last batch I got. And they do like sending us back at dramatic points, don't they?

[spacebro]

All things considered I got off lucky there. Were you in the middle of something big? [Sounds like the answer is yes.]

[mikangirl]

You could say that. [She bites her lip, buuut keeps it light.] A whole wedding going on and everything.

[Or a ruined wedding! And the mother-in-law to be being powerful enough to megatsunami your ship. Aheh.]

[spacebro]

...Was it your wedding?

1/2

[mikangirl]

[At least she didn't have a drink this time. Why do you ask her these questions!]

What? Hardly. You couldn't pay me to marry anyone!

[mikangirl]

[.............

......well actually--]

Not permanently, anyway.

[Make for a great con, tho. She's pretty sure there was that one time--]

[spacebro]

Why would someone pay you to get married? Is that a thing where you're from?

[mikangirl]

[Snort. Now she's genuinely amused at the lack of guile in that question.]

No. It's a con. I mean, unless you count rich men who are so desperate for a cute young wife they offer her weight in gold. That's kind of like paying you. Men and women both marry for money in that instance.

[spacebro]

Oh. [And she did indicate she'd be open to that.]

Well, you deserve better than a con too. There are other ways to make money.

[mikangirl]

[That's pretty damn sweet, Mon-El. She flashes him a wide smile.]

Many, many other ways to make money. I think getting married is down near the bottom of ways I'd care to try, all things considered.

[But look, she can't deny that if there were a hefty price tag involved she'd definitely consider it. At least for a few seconds.]

[spacebro]

Glad to hear it.

So were the people who were getting married friends of yours?

[mikangirl]

One of them was. The other... well, I'm not real sure what she is. [She's technically the enemy, but Pudding is a work all her own.]

It's not exactly a voluntary marriage. We broke it up.

[spacebro]

Oh.

Marriage is very complicated where you're from.

[mikangirl]

Ah? Nobody marries for political reasons where you're from?