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driftfleet2017-12-22 02:47 pm
mikangirl) wrote in driftfleet2017-12-22 02:47 pm
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Take Your Tradition and Shove It
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.]
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[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.]
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.
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.]
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[Stupid bird is excitable as they come. Though at least this time there was only fire because some idiot wrapped him in paper.]
Has your leopard got a name?
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[she shrugs, but she knows what it's like to be around someone with a . . . exciteable companion. It can be a hassle]
Mm, I named it Rohan.
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[She winces at the idea of using spells on the poor duck, tbh. But it's moot.]
Good name. After anyone you know?
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[it always comes back to lights and light switches]
No, not that name. The otter is named after someone, though. Charles.
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[Tempest don't go on a tangent]
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[...Nami your entire fighting MO is founded on science]
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