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Autopilot

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Space Bar mostly, elsewhere if you like
When: Now

[She's put this off for weeks now in the vain hope that Fenris would suddenly turn back up one day, grumpy as usual. Some people only vanish briefly, don't they? But there's only so many double shifts she can pull, and while they've been welcome in the order of not thinking about various things (this place, all those deaths, her death, and oh Luceti, that's an interesting one) there comes a point where you both (a) have to acknowledge you're in denial and (b) fall asleep in the shuttle bay before you ever leave the Iskaulit.

Damn you, Fenris. It's not going to be the same without you. This is your friend's bar.]

I guess it's that time of year again. The Space Bar needs new staff! I'm looking for someone with decent bartending experience or just someone who's really fast at learning. Pay's good, so if you'd like an extra source of credits for work you choose to be doing, hit me up. I'm also looking for one or two people who'd be willing to act as relief staff, because this place does a number on reliability at the best of times.

[Like when its proprietor vanishes completely for a month, that was fun.]

....

....also, tell me if you've found a favourite food or drink on this planet. I'm restocking, it benefits everyone if I can have on hand what people enjoy the most.

[Catch her at the bar on shift. Or catching a nap in inconvenient places. Or just on the Bloodsport. Wherever.]

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Well, Ben can't fly. And it's the only way to get here or to the planet if I don't want to wait around for someone to take me. And she is not really the waiting around for someone to take her type. [ She slides into the driver's seat. ]

It's just really weird because we have nothing like this back home and I don't know exactly how or why I'm doing what I'm doing, but I know how to do it anyway. At least a little. [ She hates it. ] I'd really like to know how to do this stuff without the augment, but I haven't found someone who knows how all the controls work independently yet to teach me.

Ben, Ben... [She met a Ben today. The augments are discomfiting, she knows, but she can at least muzzily turn the conversation to light things.]

I met a Ben today. He applied to work at the bar, said he'd heard of me. Think it's the same one?

[Are you tellin tales Katara]

Maybe? [She doesn't know how many Bens there are (such a strange name) or how often you come up in conversation. In Luceti, knowing Nami was kind of... well, everyone Katara knew in Luceti knew Nami, anyway.

She starts up the shuttle] Dark hair, older? Kind of... grumpy without it being personal, with a kindness to him?

[All the bad guys knew her, too. Downside.]

Sounds like it could be him. [Yawn.] He's nice enough. I'm gonna train him up in a couple days, see how it goes.

Train him up for what? [Beginning to lift off. The way the augment made it so that she knew just what switch to flip was so weird.]

Bartending. I had enough offers I want to see all of them working in the field before I make a choice. So to speak.

[She settles back in the seat after watching Katara a moment. Girl knows what she's doing.]

[ Mostly, Katara's relying on the augment still. It annoys her, but she doesn't know how to learn without it since... the knowledge is already instinctively there. ]

That makes sense, since you'll be stuck working with them. I'm kind of surprised Ben volunteered for that kind of job. [He is not what she thinks of as a people person, which... the only bartenders she knew certainly were.

She begins to fly them out into space.] Which one is your ship, Nami?

The Bloodsport. Great name, I know.

Ben's new as well. It could be he just wants something to do with all his suddenly spare time.

[Yawn.]

Yeah, that's... creepy. [Sorry, but it is.] And probably, coming in to a place like this is a lot to adjust to.

[Glancing at Nami.] ...how long have you been running the bar?

['With your partner,' is implied.]

Uh... well, I've been working there since it opened, which is about two months after I got here. The original owner was a guy called Varric.

I think he left about four months after that, and he left me the bar, so...

...a while.

[ She glances at Nami.

Yeah. That's a long time. ]

Yeah. [...] Why don't you close your eyes at get some rest? I'll let you know when we've docked on your ship.

You sure..?

[But hey, it's a soft murmur, and she's already closing her eyes. Katara is good people.]

Not gonna complain. It's not usually like this.

[ Katara wants to ask 'What's not usually like this?' except that's not exactly conducive to Nami falling asleep.

So she just: Mmmms lightly and continues to pilot the ship toward the Bloodsport.

Assuming Nami doesn't volunteer any further conversation, Katara will quietly say Nami's name once they're parked safely in the ship. ]

[She didn't actually intend to fall asleep, just sort of rest her eyes a little. But dozing off happens, even if it's light; her reaction to Katara calling her name is some disoriented blinking.]

I'm awake.

[She'll be coherent again in like five seconds. Yawn.]

Okay, good. [She unbuckles and swivels around in her chair so that she can wait for Nami to fully regain consciousness.] Let's get you into your room and I'll... borrow the shuttle and leave it on the Iskaulit.

[Something about thinking through her 'helping people' plans is not a skill she has yet fully learned. But they probably had a few other shuttles and Nami could likely hitch a ride on one to get this shuttle back later, right?]

[She laughs softly at that.] We can probably find someone to drop you home. Got a few night owls on board.

[Nami stretches out, then blinks a few times, a little more awake again after a catnap. Well... it'll give her a few minutes not to make an idiot of herself, anyway.]

Have you been to the Bloodsport before? It's not as terrifying as it sounds, at least.

[ She shakes her head. ]

No. I don't really go visiting on the other ships, aside from Aang's. It feels a little like stepping into someone else's house without invitation.

That's fair. Who's Aang? [The name is vaguely familiar.] Someone else from home?

[ She nods. ]

He showed up here a little while after I did. He's [- from a really horrible place in between too -] a really good person.

[She could relate. Luffy turned up here from some hellish place for a hot second.]

Is he a water bender, too?

He's -- kind of. He's the avatar. He's the only one one on our world who can bend all four elements, but he's actually an Airbender. He was raised in the Southern temple.

[That's where she's heard the name. Her fist thumps into her palm.]

I can't remember if it was Zuko or Toph. One of them explained this before. [...years ago, god, she's been here too long.]

[ Oh. Hearing those names is like a sharp shake. She exhales lightly through her teeth. ]

Yeah, that makes sense. [ A light smile. ] Who the Avatar is is kind of intrinsic to our world, so I guess it comes up.

[ Even though she's not sure if Aang is... okay with that right now. ]

You'll have to introduce us one day.

[She yawns, climbing out the shuttle finally, only to get lightly buffed by Biri and his softer warber of welcome. Hey, duck.]

I'm probably gonna make myself a hot drink before bed. You want one? I have space cocoa.

I'd be happy to. [Katara follows along.] Is space cocoa different than regular cocoa?

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