Every Game Needs a Child Bartender

[mikangirl]

Who: Nami and you!
Broadcast: Yas
Action: Bloodsport, Blameless, Iskaulit, stations
When: Now

[Nami wakes up and promptly falls out of bed. A long way.

...crew, there seems to be an unfamiliar child's voice swearing colourfully at high volume in your captain's quarters. Maybe Nami's taking her feelings over Sam leaving out by kidnapping kids. Or maybe--

The door slides open to reveal a tiny redhead, familiar tattoo visible on one arm and all but drowning in a T-shirt way too large for her and stretched at the front.

--maybe your captain's just glitching. And furious. In a pint-sized kind of way.]

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[Uh, so yeah. She's going to hit the network just so people don't start fretting over a small child being on board and trying to dutifully look after her tiny innocent and non-existent sensibilities.



Sup, guys.  Get your jokes out of your system now, okok]

So apparently I shrank in the wash. [Sarcasm is great this time of the morning.] I'll still be in for shift as normal, don't stress, I'm not as young as I look.

...if anyone has spare clothes that might fit, I'd appreciate it. I'd rather not waste money on a glitch.


[THIS ISN'T GOING TO RUIN HER PLANS, SCREW YOU ATROMA. You can find her:

- at the Space Bar, working;

- at the gardens, lugging a stepladder over so she can even reach the higher fruit on her trees, sob;

- or down at the stations deciding to milk her child status for all it's worth. Seriously, you can probably find her splashing in a fountain somewhere and charming the pants off some random tourists.

...

And eventually, she arrives at the Blameless, because enough is enough. Sup, Messer, she's stomping through the ship looking for you.]

Comments

blameless;

[vartex]

[what is that weird, impending sense of doom?

Messer isn't too difficult to find. since the Var incident had him in rough shape a while, he's just now catching up on a lot of non-crucial maintenance on board. He's currently up to his elbows in one of the side panels near the engine room, testing and replacing fuses.]

blameless;

[namoe]

[Despite her stomping, Nami's not exactly mad at Messer and more grumpy about being tiny, but hey. This is what she gets for putting this off as long as she did.

She's also not about to ambush someone who's elbows deep in what might be delicate work, so once she catches sight of what he's doing, she slows considerably and leans against a wall at a distance, arms folded, and waits for him to extricate himself.

...and tries not to look like a pouty kid, but it's kind of hard at this age. Feh.]

[vartex]

[Messer notices her pretty quickly; the stomping was audible before she slowed, and he's usually a bit on edge just by nature, so once the last fuse is twisted into place he glances over to get a proper look at the one waiting for him.

...He did not expect a child.]

Do you need something?

[namoe]

Yeah. When are you coming back to the Bloodsport?

[I am nothing if not blunt. This conversation would be much better if she could loom, but he'll have to settle for petulant glares from down here.]

Space Bar

[canofmanji]

[There's a one armed samurai staring at you with one eye Nami.] I didn't know Nami had a kid.

[Someone missed the announcement.] Should you really be working in here, kid?

[namoe]

[Of all people, at least, Manji already struck her as someone who didn't pay a lot of attention to technology. So she stows her impatience.

Instead, she peers at him over the edge of her serving tray, all wide eyed.]

Um... yes? I'm allowed to, it's okay.

[canofmanji]

[He stares at Nami for a moment. As if considering her answer. Well, she did have a serving tray already so it was unlikely the kid was lying to him. Finally he moves to sit at his usual booth that he likes to sit at when it's empty.]

A beer. [Child labor laws were a lot different in ancient Japan. So Manji sees no reason to not let the kid work.] Your sister even here today?

[namoe]

[You earn points by adjusting that claim to sister instead of mom, dude.]

She'll be in later. [Hup. With use of a footstool, she's perched on the edge of the bar to pour him his beer. This little girl is very familiar with the place, at least, though she puts his beer down very carefully in front of him instead of the slide Nami usually does.] Here you go! Do you come here often, mister?

space bar;

[privateeyed]

[guess who's got two (mostly) working thumbs and didn't check the network before showing up for his shift?

This guy!]

Uh—heeeey . . . kid.

[namoe]

[Totally this guy. Huff. She pauses in her glass cleaning, though she's tucked in behind the bar out of sight while she does it because lol tiny, and her usual seat on the countertop is too high.]

Yes?

[privateeyed]

[you know he's caught off-guard when he's pulling out his glasses to put on and look at her - something he doesn't even really do when he's working, because he's a fuckin' idiot]

. . . I'm here to drink all the beer. Don't tell the boss.

[it's deadpanned as he takes the few steps to get behind the counter. A test to see if she it's just a shrinking problem or a "oh god now I'm going to feel compelled to babysit" problem]

[namoe]

[...it's hard to keep looking huffy when the corner of your mouth turns up. But A+ Ben you're a smart cookie.]

I think she'll work it out when you fall over after the third one.

Video

[onlyanapple]

[He's going to laugh. Of course he is. ]

Wow. Well, at least you kept your head. You didn't go kid all the way, little blessings and whatnot.

Video

[namoe]

[Of course he is. She's prepared for it, but she still scowls. Rude, Crowley.]

I guess because they only knocked me back a couple years. This happened to me back home not that long ago. If I was really a kid, I'd look way different.

Video

[onlyanapple]

Anything for ratings, right? Still, you don't look overly damaged by the experience.

[Which is his roundabout way of asking if she's okay without actually asking the question. ]

Video

[namoe]

If all they want is for me to look adorable for a few days, I suppose I can live with it. [Who needs modesty.]

I still feel like me. I just can't reach the top shelves, that's all.

[Thank you for not!asking.]

bloodsport;

[axi]

[In the morning before the broadcast, Kaname enters the kitchen to see a pint sized girl in oversized clothes. It takes a few moment for her to piece it together. Welp.

She walks by and goes for the fridge, pausing for a look back.]

Did you eat yet?

bloodsport;

[namoe]

[Oh thank god, the first person to walk in was Kaname. She might have sunk through the floor if it were Cloud. Nami's just kind of. Folded over the table, her head resting face first on the table.

Which makes what she has to say kind of muffled, but--]

I can't reach the fruit.

[axi]

[She's got you junior captain. With a smile, she nods.]

Which ones and how many of each? [While waiting for Nami to answer, Kaname grabs some plates from the cabinets and sets them on the table.]

Station

[this_loser]

[There is a child in a fountain. It's cute, but after a quick glance around, he doesn't see anyone who looks like they could be her parents. So he shuffles up to the fountain and sits on the edge. He's not a creeper, just a concerned citizen!]

Hey, kiddo! Are you... Are your parents nearby, or...?

Station

[namoe]

[Oh hello, a face she recognises. Nami isn't really sure she wants to mess with Kaname's boyfriend (especially when Kaname is probably here somewhere), but his concern is pretty sweet. She stops splashing and links her hands behind her back, favouring him with a bright smile.]

No, but it's okay. I can take care of myself.

[this_loser]

Independent, huh? That's cool. [He'd spent chunks of his childhood on his own. Not by choice, but he turned out just fine! Well, mostly fine. He turned out pretty okay.]

Stay out of trouble, okay?

broadcast;

[aspearing]

[ Alisha can't help but do a double take when sees Nami over the network. She remembers when her friend de-aged - but, she didn't have her memories like Nami does. ]

... Nami, are you alright? This may be putting it lightly, but that's quite the change.

broadcast;

[namoe]

You're telling me. [She sounds amused, at least. With no small amount of exasperation.]

I'm okay. This happened once before back home. The bonus here is I just have to wait it out and find people to reach the top shelf for me.

[aspearing]

[ It happened back at home for her? That's peculiar, to say the least... ]

If there's anything that I can do for you as well, you're free to contact me whenever you need to.