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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.]

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[Kaname's walking down the main hall when she hears a weird sound followed by a shriek. She drops any plans and quickly heads down to the cargo bay to check it out.]

Nami? Are you okay?

[The doors open just in time for her to see her captain getting body slammed by a giant chicken and something on fire not too far away.

She makes her way to the scene, avoiding the bird and captain, to start stamping out the flaming paper.]

Tell me if you need help.

[chocobo

Honestly it's probably not, like the legs were all wrong and that tail was huge and the cry wasn't quite right, also the fire, but it's close and it has been SO DAMN LONG, Cloud misses these stupid birds so much that he's more than willing to investigate and see if it's even something close. He goes on the prowl.

...he doesn't have to prowl far. The cargo bay still smells like burnt paper and there's a bird plucking brunt shreds from its plumage when Cloud freezes in the door, staring right at it. IT'S NOT A CHOCOBO. BUT IT'S CUTE. He's so transfixed that you can bet he probably hasn't noticed any other people in the room as he carefully creeps closer, making little 'kweh' noises and holding out a hand.]

That....that sure is a giant electric chicken.

Did you do something with your hair? Did you get it cut?

[If she hits him, it is absolutely deserved. ]

[Vash was here to say he got her message about running late, but then there was chicken. He watches it all unfold and as it seems that Nami isn't in mortal peril after all the screaming he calmly adds.]

Nice hair.

[Because that is clearly the most noticeable and important thing to take from this.]

Uh... you okay?

[. . . well, it isn't as though she doesn't spend most of her time in the bar anyway, drinking her life away. Here she comes]

Did you survive your bird attack?

[it's . . . it's asked seriously]

[Mon-El is wiping down the bar when he hears her walk in.] Welcome. Oh, it's... [Pausing because it is Nami, but there is more of her.]

How fast does hair grow where you're from? [She must be cutting it constantly.]

[Sam is at least entirely prepared for her when she arrives at the space bar - both with the likelihood that she went home (he sees that long hair, Nami), and also with the whole... electric bird thing. Oh, good, he thinks. Because he also has a new bird. Or, uh. Sort of bird. A much more well-mannered one, albeit a bit hot-tempered when baited. Like Nami.

Gracie the fairy is floating around happily in the bar, content to be reunited with Sam straight out of Adstringendum. He looks up from his work the moment Nami stops in, smiling sympathetically.]

.... You've had a hell of a day, huh?

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