THE DRIFT FLEET

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!))

Who: Nami and you!
Broadcast: Yep
Action: Nariba Relia / Iskaulit
When: March 18th

A - Shopping!

[Yes, the place is disturbing. But she doesn't think the food is poisonous, and there's just too much variety here to pass up. Find Nami weaving her way in and out of the fresh produce shops, stuffing her backpack and a couple of baskets full of fresh fruit and vegetables to back up to the Bloodsport. Following in her wake is Biri, also known as a giant peacock duck hybrid chocobo wannabe, and she has no qualms about loading him up with her bags. She also raids the gardening stores when she finally comes across them of any seeds that look viable.]

B - Wavering!

[To make up for using Biri as a pack mule, she finds the nearest lake. It's probably a fair distance out of town, but other explorers might come upon the sight of a girl in a bikini flying across the water on what honestly looks to be a jetski made out of a rowboat. It's going at least as fast as one, anyway.  Biri's out here, stretching his wings, a yellow blur of a bird keeping up as they tear around the lake.  It's all in the name of freedom and having fun and not thinking about things.

...is that bird giving off sparks?]

[Video]

[You could be forgiven for thinking Nami isn't taking this place seriously and instead treating it like a vacation spot.  Well, yes and no.  She has her reasons.]

So what do you think the chances are that this place was constructed as a beginning to colonize this planet, but then the people evacuated?   Something went wrong, or some disaster happened, or whoever was in charge of the money decided it just wasn't viable. 

I think the food is okay.  I'm going to take advantage and get us a lot more variety of fruit and vegetables growing in the gardens.  If you're up for a project and aren't too nervous about it, I'd appreciate some help.  Just as long as everything we grow doesn't taste like citrus, I guess. 

[She hopes.  Her favourite fruit is mikan, but that doesn't mean she wants everything to taste like mikan.]

...speaking of which, picked up some liquor for people willing to give it a try.  It also tastes a little like oranges, but it'll knock you for a six.  Best of both worlds.  Catch it at your local Space Bar.

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[Apart from the above options, you can also find her plotting out the beginnings of said vegetable garden, or serving at the Space Bar.  Or anywhere else you can think of.  Wild card me up.]

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.]