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Who: Beverly Crusher and all you other fine redheads
Broadcast: Networkwide Video
Action: Blue Fish, Cargo Bay
When: Right after the shuffle!

[The video feed cuts on to show Beverly, grinning with amusement, though her tone remains professional as she addresses the fleet.] Attention, Drift Fleet! This is Dr. Crusher of the SS Blue Fish. [Sorry guys, it's going to be a while before she stops talking to the network like she's in Starfleet.] We've received an... interesting delivery here on board the Blue Fish that I think some of you will want to see.

[She steps back from the camera for a moment, revealing the Blue Fish's cargo bay, stacked floor to ceiling with crates of what looks like... shampoo? You'll also see the Blue Fish's intrepid Captain Sokka in the background, mouth open in angry shock about this intrusion into his cargo bay. Beverly walks over to the nearest crate and pulls out a bottle of shampoo to hold up closer to the camera. The shiny red bottle looks suspiciously similar to a certain famous salon brand of hair care products from late 20th or early 21st century Earth, if any of you happen to be familiar with that. "JOHN FLOOTER" is emblazoned prominently on the top along with the words "RESPLENDENT RED" in gold.]

In case you can't tell what is in the crates, it's shampoo, and tons of it.

[Her face pops back onscreen.]

Someone out there must really have a thing for redheads. [She waggles her eyebrows.] But who can blame them?

[She sets the shampoo back in its box before continuing.]

Of course, it's not all for just me and Kairi! They sent a list, which I'll upload onto the network, and if your name is on it, you can come by the Blue Fish at any time to pick up your gift. Or, if it's easier for you, just let me know and I'll bring your box by your ship at your earliest convenience. Thank you!

((ooc: if your character is a redhead, assume they're on the list. someone in the audience just really wanted an excuse for all the redheads to get together, okay???))

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Ha- we wouldn't do th-

[he seems to get cut off by Timcanpy yanking on his shirt with his teeth. He looks over at his friend and there seems to be a moment of...deliberation between the two? Or at least there's wing movement from Tim and Allen talking in whispers at Tim. Who knows with these two really]

[Finally they end the huddle and Allen leans forward to address Beverly]

- Ah, sorry about that!

...Would a king get food?

[She smirks.]

Are you familiar with the expression "let them eat cake?"

[He looks confused. He's no history student but honestly, the French revolution was only 100 years before his time- it was pretty much common knowledge.]

Wasn't...that a remark said by a queen in response to the poor starving?

[Meanwhile it's almost six hundred years ago for her. She may... accidentally be a little too flippant about it. Whoops.]

Yes, and you see where that got her.

[She smiles indulgently.]

I suppose I can get you a small snack. Just don't let it get to your head.

[it's okay dude, not like he's french, and it was well before he was born.]

Don't worry! I wouldn't be like her!

[But he beams at getting a snack]

Ah- thank you Dr. Crusher! ♪

Edited 2015-06-03 01:09 (UTC)

It's no problem, I was going to grab something for myself anyway.

[Besides, if one of her space sons is happy, she's happy.]

Anything in particular you want?

Um-

[He seems to take yet another moment to consult with Tim.]

- Well, ha, cake sounds pretty good, now that you mention if! If there's any left, I mean.

[She raises an amused eyebrow.]

Heading down a dangerous road here, Allen.

[But she's still smiling as she heads out. She'll return in a few minutes with cake for Allen and some sort of strange looking, but delicious, blue alien fruit for herself. She climbs halfway up the crates as well, so that she can reach Allen better. She offers him a mock-bow.]

Your majesty.

[He loves to play with fire okay. He beams when she comes back with cake, because fuck yes cake. He reaches down to take it, making a happy little noise]

Ah- thank you very much!! [SO HAPPY!]

[But he'll notice the fruit]

What's that?

[Beverly beams happily right back up at him. After that scare with the last planet, he deserves to be indulged a little. When he asks about the fruit she's carrying, she looks down, studying it for a moment.]

You know, I don't know what it's called. I just found a small box of them in the kitchen the other day. According to the tricorder, it's closely related to apples and pears.

[She takes a bite thoughtfully.]

It tastes more like a mango than an apple or a pear though, to me.

[He gives a little nervous laugh. Jeez Beverly don't poison yourself by being so adventurous]

Well, as long as it tastes good and safe to eat..!

Don't worry, the tricorder can analyze toxins and their effects on the human body.

[Sitting down on her crate, she takes another bite and surveys the room. Looking at all this shampoo, it makes her think...]

Allen, can I ask you a question?

Oh, that's very useful.

[Still kinda...a bit on the brave side though, but whatever]

A question? Um- of course! What is it?

If this is an uncomfortable question, of course you don't need to answer it, but... is your hair naturally white?

[Ah. That question. He'd get it a lot back home. He shakes his head]

No. It turned white when I was about eleven.

[She doesn't ask why. From what she saw the other day with the Noah, she can probably guess the answer to that.]

I wouldn't normally ask, if I didn't know you were human but... it's not really important.

[She smiles up at him.]

I think it looks nice. Makes you look distinguished.

[If her guess is "depressing backstory thing", then yes, she'd be right. He gives a slight, teasing smile]

Ah, you mean like an old man? I hear that a lot. [Not that it stops him from being carded, ugh] But thank you.

[Please, Allen. You don't look like an old man at all. Not to her anyway.]

Not what I meant at all!

...though, if it makes you feel any better, Jean-Luc started going bald barely out of the Academy.

Edited 2015-06-07 23:48 (UTC)

[He laughs a little]

It's alright, Dr. Crusher. I'm used to it.

...Though, I guess I'm lucky to still have a head full of hair.

Exactly. Not that I think it's ever really bothered him that much.

[She takes another thoughtful bite of fruit. When she's finished chewing she asks another question.]

So any good theories on why they did this?

[Well, when you have a voice like Picard does, you could be the ugliest man on earth and still get a date okay. So. He's not surprised there.]

Well...it's probably like you said. People like redheads.

Edited 2015-06-08 21:54 (UTC)

[~~Except he can't ever seem to manage to get a real date with her.~~]

Oh, that part is obvious. [She says that with a teasing grin.] But what's their agenda, do you think? Usually the drops are meant to ... encourage certain activities, right?

Their agenda...?

[Well, she had a point there. He remembers exactly what that one special basket he did not get (thank God) was supposed to be for. ]

[But what would shampoo be encouraging? All you do with that is-]

[Oh.]

[Oh.]

[He swallows. Nope not touching this one. He is too much of a gentlemen to voice that. How despicable.]

A-Ah...I'm afraid I couldn't say what they might be thinking..

[She stares at his blushing and stammering uncomprehendingly for a second. It was a simple enough question-

Then it hits her and she can't help but laugh a little. Poor Allen.]

Oh, Allen, I'm so sorry ... I didn't even think...

[She's still laughing about it though. Rude.]

Edited 2015-06-08 23:21 (UTC)

[And he turns beet red and slowly moves to cover his face.]

I-It's alright. Just please leave me here to die with my dignity.

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