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driftfleet2015-03-06 04:56 pm
dancingmd) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-06 04:56 pm
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Who: Dr. Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-
Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.
Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.
Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]
Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-
Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.
Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.
Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]
Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.
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Yeah, we're not there. Wherever there was for you. And we got no weapons and no way back. Apparently.
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No way back? Are you sure?
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No. But that's what everyone says, and I've only been here a couple hours, so I haven't had time to knock heads or anything.
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Well you might want to hold off on knocking heads for a while, until we find out how dangerous our situation is.
[She sticks out a hand.]
As I'm sure you heard, I'm Dr. Crusher. And you are...?
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I know how to handle dangerous situations.
[ And while she's still suspicious of pretty much everybody... well, she's gonna have to give her name sometimes. She might as well deal with that now. ]
Tay. I don't shake hands in dangerous situations unless I trust you already. And honestly, lady, I have no idea who you are or if you're a plant or what, so that ain't happening.
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Fair enough. I don't blame you for being suspicious, Tay, but I promise you all I want is to get home, like you. And I didn't mean to imply you couldn't handle yourself. I'm just not sure that's the best way to get ourselves out of here.
[A small smile, less grim than the first.]
And I'm not a plant, last time I checked.
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[ But her lips twist in a tiny wry smile, so she's probably joking ]
I don't like getting thrown into new shit without backup. My backup was with me before I woke up here, and now it's not, so I'm being careful. Sure you can understand.
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I'm missing my ... "backup" as well. If only we could contact them, I'd feel a little better.
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Don't worry. We'll get you back to your friend. Somehow.
Apologies if this seems like a weird question, but what year is it?
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...Yeah, little weird. 2016. Why, you some kinda time traveller?
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Not on purpose anyway. By my calendar it's 2370.
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Well, that's weird. Good luck with that.