[ Things could be better, but at least they're all together, situated in a derelict windmill by the docks with enough space that everyone's not trying to kill each other - at least, most of the time. That knowledge seems to be enough to put some of the crew at ease, but it's not exactly cutting it for Nami, who's still almost as rattled and disoriented as she was waking up in that wooden cage surrounded by Zoro and a host of weird farmers. As crucial as the lockpicks meticulously hidden on her person is the sense of security that comes with having a stash of berry to help get her and the rest of the crew out of trouble, and without that, or any idea of where they are, Nami's left determined to get back to feeling like she's got both feet on the ground again, rather than in a state of flux, broke and lost.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows or so the saying goes, and they might have been onto something given that Nami's standing about half a mile away from the outer walls of one of the wealthier domus that's built closer to the seaside, waiting for Buggy. He's as lost as the rest of them are, and because of that, Nami thinks the odds are in her favor. If they were home she'd be sure the clown would betray any one of them in a heartbeat - already had back in Arlong Park according to what her friends told her once they were back together on the Merry again. Being here has put them on even ground, however, here they're just two skilled individuals trying to get ahead.
Nami pulls the black stocking cap she recovered from somebody's washing line over her hair, stiffening when she hears footsteps. Spotting Buggy doesn't relax her, exactly, but it's better than someone working for that Messalania or whoever was in charge of this place approaching. Once he's close enough she passes him a piece of paper with a floorplan of the house they're going to be heading towards that evening, speaking quietly as he looks it over. ]
The atrium is open, we can climb into the house from there, then– [ Nami steps closer so she can tap a few rooms she's marked on the plan, the study, the dining room, and the kitchen respectively. The places they're most likely to find things worth anything and least likely to run into any people. ] The kitchen has its own garden, we can get out from over the wall.
– action, 2 days later
Adversity makes strange bedfellows or so the saying goes, and they might have been onto something given that Nami's standing about half a mile away from the outer walls of one of the wealthier domus that's built closer to the seaside, waiting for Buggy. He's as lost as the rest of them are, and because of that, Nami thinks the odds are in her favor. If they were home she'd be sure the clown would betray any one of them in a heartbeat - already had back in Arlong Park according to what her friends told her once they were back together on the Merry again. Being here has put them on even ground, however, here they're just two skilled individuals trying to get ahead.
Nami pulls the black stocking cap she recovered from somebody's washing line over her hair, stiffening when she hears footsteps. Spotting Buggy doesn't relax her, exactly, but it's better than someone working for that Messalania or whoever was in charge of this place approaching. Once he's close enough she passes him a piece of paper with a floorplan of the house they're going to be heading towards that evening, speaking quietly as he looks it over. ]
The atrium is open, we can climb into the house from there, then– [ Nami steps closer so she can tap a few rooms she's marked on the plan, the study, the dining room, and the kitchen respectively. The places they're most likely to find things worth anything and least likely to run into any people. ] The kitchen has its own garden, we can get out from over the wall.