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[Morning:

There is a navigator in a New Feather dress wandering up and down the rows of what she thought was her own mikan grove, looking thoroughly lost. This isn't her dress. That isn't her cottage. This isn't her book, even if it has her name on it. (She hasn't really looked closely at it yet; just kind of picked it up and claimed it because it said Nami on the front, so finders keepers.) Not to worry; if nobody is around, she'll eventually snap out of her daze and kick the cottage door open in a fit of temper, then sit down in a place that looks long abandoned and aggressively read a lot of notes. And be...

...well, she's no less confused. What the hell.

Also, she's kind of angry. That's to be expected, right?

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In the afternoon, she visits the village proper and does a full round of the stores in the plaza, both looking for (a) her own things, and (b) anything that might be remotely valuable she can swipe from the stores, because supposedly it's free. Hell, while she's at it, she might as well take any clothing that looks cute. When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. Cliche smiche, it makes her feel better.

She'll also flop down in Seventh Heaven and grab some lunch. Inevitably she'll end up in Good Spirits some time after that, because this situation is freakish and some people have recognised her and that's weird so free alcohol is an excellent idea. And it's from there she makes a quick voice post.]

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So I've apparently been here before. I don't remember you, sorry. [Not sorry. But.] Is there anyone else here from East Blue?

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[When the inevitable Good Spirits visit happens, there is a serious red-haired bartender available to supply her with the aforementioned free alcohol. Just ignore the oddly scrutinizing looks he keeps giving her, he's just trying to decide whether or not she remembers anything. Wasn't her hair longer before? Hmm...]

[Nami's feeling a little frazzled by now at some of the things that have gone on, and so when she catches him glancing at her, she starts furtively glancing right on back. Maybe if she's very lucky, he's just looking because he thinks she's really cute. (Heck, by this stage she might consider it lucky if he was considering trying to mug her. Hearing I've met you before one more time...)

...oh, whatever. Eventually she just decides to strike up a conversation and find out one way or the other.

The fun way. Next time Asch glances her way she grins at him.]

See anything you like?

[Erk, that was one glance too many. Asch goes a bit red at that comment, hastily glancing away. Sure sounds like her.]

N-no! No one's saying that. It's just that you look familiar.

[Darn. She deflates, slumping grumpily on the bar to prop up her chin with both hands.]

Yeah, don't worry. I'm getting that a lot today. Figures I've been in here before, so I should've known.

Actually, you used to work here. Or a certain version of you did, anyway.

[He's not really sure how else to phrase it, but obviously someone's explained the basic concept to her already, so whatever.

She looks like she needs a drink, though, so he slides a menu towards her.]

Huh. Really? [Why on earth would she agree to work somewhere without getting paid? Nami puts a hand on the menu, giving it a quick glance, but she's curious.] How long was I here for?

I'm not sure of the exact timing, but it was several years. You looked different, then.

[He gestures to her hair.]

That was longer, the last time I saw you.

[Wat. She tugs on her hair.]

Years!? There's no way I forgot so much!

Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth.

But I'm eighteen! I haven't changed at all! [She pats herself down at the counter. YUP, STILL THE SAME MEASUREMENTS.] Even if I'd forgotten, things should be different! [PEOPLE DO NOT RESET.

...do they. He said her hair was longer--

Seriously, that's not possible. Sob. This place is weird. Time and space, these things should be constants.] ...maybe you should get me something strong.

[Ahhh, he's really not good with New Feathers at all. And did she seriously just- ugh, what the hell. He really wishes Guy was-

....

With a heavy exhale, he withdraws to mix up a drink for her, finally sliding over a citrus-y mix with a fruit boat balanced on the edge of the glass. It's not the strongest he's got, but he chose it more for the name than anything else. Plus he remembered her liking it.]

Try this.

[Nami sits and simmers in the meantime. This place is stupid and ridiculous and she has better things to do than panic about forgetting years of her--oh, that looks kind of delicious. And the boat's cute, too.]

...thanks. [She pulls it closer to her and takes an experimental sip. Sweet.] I like it. What's it called? [...] Actually, what's your name? Seeing as we've met. [Or she worked for him. Or ...something.]

My name is Asch. And this- [He points to the drink, brow quirking.] -Is called Going Merry.

[This'll be good.]

[Chokin' on that second sip there, thanks Asch 8|]

Great! [And pushing it to the side.] Wonderful name! Ahahaha! Can I have something else please.

[lol. Thanks, Nami, he needed some entertainment today.]

I don't see what the problem is. You named it, after all.

Perfect. [She casts a guilty look at the glass. What, did she want to remind herself every day of what a bitch she was?] I bet she had excellent reasons.

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Who knows. I guess she liked the ship.

[That's pretty much all he remembers about it- it was a long time ago, after all.]

She did. It was a good ship.

[After a moment, she reaches out and snags the glass again, hmph-ing under her breath.] But it's good alcohol. I won't let it go to waste.

[Down the hatch it goes. There. EVIDENCE REMOVED. Or...something.]

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[It's pretty obvious that the initial choking wasn't just from surprise, and her expression isn't the happiest. Apparently it didn't go precisely as planned. Asch watches her for a moment, then takes the glass and adds it to the sink collection, fetching a clean one from the shelf.]

My mistake, I assumed you'd like it. I can make you something else, instead.

No, it's okay. I mean-- yes, I'd like another drink. But it's nice. I guess I had my reasons, right?

[...]

This feels really dumb talking about myself like this, I hope you know.

[Asch shrugs.]

Isn't it normal for bartenders to be something of a listening ear for the community? That's what I was told when I started here.

[Bartending according to Buffy Summers. People haven't been that open with him, mind, but it's not like she's told him any deep dark secrets (yet).]

Yeah, but that doesn't mean they want to be. [She gives him a small sort of half-grin.] Besides, there's not much else to say.

It is a nice mix, though. Did she make it up?

I did, actually. I asked the people who tried it to give it a name, and that was her suggestion.

Huh. Well, I commend your taste, then. Are these all your creations? [She taps the menu. Safer ground, really.]

Hardly.

[It would be nice to take credit for it, but...]

Actually, a number of them are from my own world. But most were created here, by the previous bartenders.

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[action] I had to go re-read the thread

[action] lmao so long ago now

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