Can Any Of Us Even Get Drunk

[mikangirl]

Who: Space Bar staff and special guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Space Bar!
When: One fine night after closing

[The Space Bar staff made good use of the ever-replenishing alcohol supply at their last stop, and Nami and Remy got around to discussing the idea of testing various experimental mixes to come up with new additions for the menu.  I mean, add to that Nami hasn't made a decision which one of the applicants should take the main bar job, so clearly the best idea is to shove them all into one place and ply them with alcohol while they talk to each other and work it out after that.

No, it's a good idea.  Shut up.

...okay.  It may just be a good excuse for a party.  Sue her.]



((ooc: this is a mingle!  It's open to job applicants and regulars who hold their liquor and their plus ones.  If you think that might mean you, you're more than welcome here!))

Comments

[mikangirl]

[She winces.]

Well, that sucks more. [You don't look like a cyborg. On the other hand, her only point of reference for a cyborg is Franky or Kuma, and they're both...uh.... larger than life.] How long ago?

[privateeyed]

Little over ten years ago? [he gives a shrug] Is what it is. Sucks less than dying, right?

[mikangirl]

Way less than dying. [Don't worry, man, she's not gonna pity you. In fact, her face lights up with a warm kind of smile. It's a good answer, Ben.] Way better than wallowing in it, too. Any complications?

[privateeyed]

[he appreciates the lack of pity; he had enough of that when it first happened] Hah, I got my wallowing done early. No point to doing it now.

Define complications? Arm malfunctions sometimes, I get sick easily - think that's the worst of it, honestly.

[mikangirl]

Good. [Doesn't sound like anything anyone needs to watch out for. Though she frowns a little thoughtfully.] If your arm malfunctions, are you the one that fixes it?

[privateeyed]

Usually it just fixes itself; the arm is older tech, but all the stuff in it is newer, so sometimes the programs decide they don't like each other and my arm stops working for a few minutes. Same goes with my eye - [he gestures up to the right one] - but it's never really bad enough that I gotta find a tech better than I am.

I mean, unless you've got assholes setting off EMP shit in here, there shouldn't be any problems.

[mikangirl]

I don't think so. I mean, you might have issues if we ever get driven into a nebula again, I guess, but I think that was a one off.

[privateeyed]

Uh - what's a nebula gonna do?

[he knows nothing about space Nami does he have to worry about nebulas]

[mikangirl]

[Look it was one time]

A nebula's like a ... permanent space storm kind of thing. The Fleet went through one once, before my time. It fried a lot of the systems.

[privateeyed]

Oh. I hope we avoid them, because otherwise I'm fucked.

[he doesn't sound too worried about it, at least. He's been EMP'd more times than he can count, surely nothing can be worst than that]

[mikangirl]

[Laughter. Well, he's blunt. She likes it.]

If it helps, the nebula incident was before my time, and I've been here coming up on three years. I think it's safe to say that's not a common occurrence.

[privateeyed]

[at least someone appreciates his bluntness]

That's something, at least. I don't have to worry too much about everything going into system failure, then. [...] I'm exaggerating, but it's still a pain in the ass when a bunch of your shit runs on computer nonsense.

[mikangirl]

There are magical healers on the Fleet. In case of everything failing on you, looking one up might be a good call.

[privateeyed]

Unless they're magical computer healers, it won't do much good. At the very least, my bullshit restarts itself without outside interference. Worst case, I lose my voice for a few hours. I have yet to have something fail and stay that way.

[. . . he knocks on the wood of the bar] Just in case I just jinxed myself.

[mikangirl]

...why your voice?

[She probably should stop asking questions, but that's genuinely confusing.]

[privateeyed]

[he doesn't mind the questions at all. He gives a shrug]

Vocal chords had to be rebuilt too. I had fun when I was in the army.

[mikangirl]

That's some high tech, then. I don't think that's possible where I'm from.

[...though she does crew with someone who literally rebuilt himself into a cyborg using cola as fuel, so there's that.]

[privateeyed]

That's what I've heard from a few folks, but yeah. I should be dead twice over, but tech and shit.

[he's so casual about it]

[mikangirl]

[It's a casual that reminds her of her crew. Zoro and his oh, I'll just chop through my ankles to get free, nbd.]

Hooray for tech, then. I'm glad you survived the experience.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, same. [he's pretty ambivalent on his own survival, though] Guess you don't have any cyborgs wandering around with pirates, eh?

[mikangirl]

You'd be surprised. [Dryly.] One of my crew is Cyborg Franky. But, ah... he doesn't look anywhere near like a regular guy.

[Might also help if he put on pants once in a while.]

[privateeyed]

Seriously? [...] What, does he look more robot than human?

[mikangirl]

Yeah, he looks...

[........like a pervert.]

...different. Ah. You can tell his limbs aren't real anymore. I think most of him is mechanical, now. Even his hair.

[privateeyed]

That's . . . unique. [translation: fuckin' weird]

It's actually a - I don't know, trend? Style? To make some prosthetics look robotic now where I'm from. But that's mostly people who got 'em just to have 'em, not people like me who kinda needed them. It's real stupid.

[mikangirl]

Yeah, that seems pointless and kind of insulting to the people who actually need them. Franky...

...well, he had a pretty horrible accident early on in his life. He rebuilt himself. And now he keeps making improvements.