mikangirl | [Voice/Action]

[Nami gets home from her mission late evening on the 2nd and knows pretty must straight away that something is off. Having been gone nearly two weeks, running into Sanji the way she does puts a bad taste in her mouth. She was looking forward to seeing them.

Once Sanji leaves with his spooky darkness powers, she strides through the house in search of other nakama who are awake in search of answers. Don't worry, if nobody's awake she'll just shake someone awake. 8Db Maybe all of you!

...and that shows her quite plainly that the experiment going on isn't just affecting her chef.

FML.

In a temper the next morning, she heads through town, meets some very off-kilter people she knows, and at least thanks the powers that be that she's unaffected this time. It doesn't improve her mood any, so she heads for the battledome to try and work out some stress and try (yet again) to see if she can locate the way down to Catherine's lab.

Okay, yes. That was kind of easy. TOO BAD ABOUT THE MESS.]

[Irritated Voice]

Does someone want to explain to me what the hell happened in the battledome? If any of you are still sane, that is. [She flops down in the wreckage of Catherine's lab and pans the video across the rubble. Doesn't seem much need for secrecy. This has to have been noticed by now, right?] And if anyone is still sane, please tell me what the hell is going on today?

...preferably over alcohol.

[She'll vent her temper on killing a bunch of pirates at the battledome, drop by the battledome clinic on the way out, then swing past Raine's with a handful of papers in hand. And finally, she hits the bar to drink in moody silence.

Unless of course anyone wants to keep her company, because that'd be kind of cool. Worst homecoming ever. >E]

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Who said I ever left? I just like keeping a low profile.

Uh huh. Well. Welcome back, anyway.

Thrilled to be here. [Except not.] Found anything interesting in the dome?

Nothing. The place's been gutted but good. [She aims a vicious kick at the rubble by her feet.] Pity.

Didn't think so. [He poked around himself.] If the droids left anything, it's long been pocketed by someone else. And if it has, they're not talking.

Oh, well. So much for that idea. [Though she's referring more to unvoiced plots, but eh. Kind of disappointing, this.]

Malnosso: One, Us: Zero. Same as it always is.

Pretty much.

So's this mean you're taking up space in the bar a lot?

I think I had enough boozing last time to last me this time around.

Depends on how long you're here for.

I've been drinking a lot of Romulan Blue in your absence. [Let no alcohol be a challenge.]

That stuff'll kill you.

Probably. I don't think it matters much in Luceti.

Having died here once before, I'd say it isn't as pleasant as people make it sound.

[Given she remembers very well how you died, her answer is whiplash fast and flat.]

I didn't say it was.

[It's a distant memory. One that barely seems real anymore.]

You won't find me drinking the Romulan Blue anymore. I don't take myself as a heavy drinker like last time.

[...]

What changed?

[Good for him, but she's curious.]

Perspective.

Heh. For me, the drinking is all about perspective. [She didn't drink anywhere near as much at home.] Ah, well. It's better for you, isn't it?

[And he drank more here than he ever did at home.]

That's right. But I'm still not above a little booze here and then. Chances are, we'll run into each other again.

I'm guessing so. See you around the place.

Likewise.