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[dancingmd]

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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[unconfines]

Only redheads? Well that's hardly fair. The rest of us have needs too, you know.

[Says the ambiguous blond. He's joking, though. Probably.]

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[dancingmd]

You can have some of mine, if you like. I've checked the ingredients, there's nothing in there that will damage you hair or anything. Besides, you've got a little red in there, so I say you count!

[unconfines]

[She's not wrong, in any case. The tie he wears in it is red, which probably brings some of it out, but he's still strawberry blond at best.]

Well, that's very generous of you. I'd hate to be the one to convince you out of it, but you have considered how long that many bottles will last you, yes?

[It's a long time. Even he probably wouldn't give that up.]

[dancingmd]

Long enough. Running out of shampoo is hardly the biggest of my worries right now. I really don't mind sharing.

[Look, Anders you're crew.

Sort of.

At least, you're here a lot anyway. And you and Beverly are cat friends! So just take the shampoo.]

[unconfines]

[Cat friends, the best possible bond their is. He makes a mental note to bring Captain Whitefluff the Terrible along more often when he knows Beverly will be around.]

Far be it from me to argue twice in a row! Can I just swing by whenever I like, or do we need to be clandestine about all this? Drum up some suspense for the viewers seeing their gifts misused?

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

A shampoo smuggling operation... I like that!

[unconfines]

Exactly! No reason not to make things a little more exciting, is there?

[He winks into the camera, for effect.]

Tell you what. I'll be there when you least expect it.

[He's probably literally there multiple times a week, if not nearly every day, with how quiet the trip has been lately.]

[dancingmd]

Mmm, yes good. And of course we'll have to think of a password. Maybe some code names.

[unconfines]

Ooh, code names. Here, how about—

[Ah, but wait. The Golden doesn't (yet) have a Communications Officer, and so encryption is a bit out of their wheelhouse (give it a week). He cuts himself off there, two fingers against his lips.]

Ah, ah. No, that would spoil it, wouldn't it? They're not exactly code if they're there for everyone to see, are they.

[dancingmd]

No, I'm afraid that wouldn't work too well. Next time you see me, we'll work it all out. No one will suspect a thing.

[unconfines]

[Anders points to his eyes, then to the camera, then tugs on his right earlobe— the one with the earring. A secret code that means absolutely nothing.]

Consider it done. I'll see you at an unspecified time and place very soon, Doctor.

[dancingmd]

[Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning too much, Beverly winks.]

Very well. I won't be expecting you, then.