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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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[The look on her face changes only slightly as the doctor comes to join her. There's a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, probably the only sign that that expression is holding back a lot of amusement.]

I'd believe it, Doctor. They don't seem big on useful and convenient, around here. Did they really send you a list of every redhead in the Fleet?

They did. I had no idea there were so many of us!

Just the natural redheads, or the unnatural ones, too?

[It could be a joke. It could also be genuine curiosity.]

... that's a good question. I haven't exactly been scanning everyone who walks in the door to make sure.

Scanning? You've got the capability to do that?

[She does seem to perk up just a little at that, turning her full attention away from the crates and onto the doctor standing next to her, arms coming uncrossed.]

That come standard with the ship's medical resources?

They give us some basic medical scanners yes, but I've actually been using a device from home that's much more advanced.

Really? I'd be interested in seeing it at some point, Doctor. They don't exactly give us much to work with, here.

Are you used to being in space, then?

I have it with me here actually, if you want to take a look!

[It's pretty safe to assume she doesn't go anywhere without her tricorder, for the most part. She gestures for Natasha follow her to the other side of the room where she left the tricorder on a table. As they walk over there, she answers her other question.]

And yes, I live on a starship in my universe as well, though one much larger and more sophisticated than this.

I'd enjoy that, thank you.

[Natasha follows easily, listening to Beverly's response and nodding.]

Must make it easier to adjust. I imagine some of the people from more antiquated worlds might have more trouble getting used to the idea than someone who spends their life in it. Enjoying your vacation in another part of space, or are you eager to get back home?

[She snorts.]

I wouldn't exactly call this a vacation.

[There's a pause and her expression becomes more serious.]

Of course I want to get back home but... [She drifts off as she looks over at Sokka grumbling in the corner and Allen and Kairi cheerfully chatting on the crates. They're just so young, too young for this. To leave now and not know what happened to them, not know if they're okay... she doesn't like to think about that.]

But you'd worry.

[It's an obvious concern. The way she looks at the children. Two of them she doesn't recognize, but Kairi she's well acquainted with. Nat looks over herself, and there's a slightly distant expression on her face.]

They'll survive. Children can get used to anything, given enough time.

[Beverly looks sharply over at the other woman. Is she speaking from personal experience?]

That's true enough. [When she thinks what she herself lived through on Arvada... children are amazingly resilient.] But they deserve more than to just survive. All children do.

[Too much personal experience, honestly, but none of it on her face. Just that same slightly distant, serene look that becomes something a little more immediate when she looks back at Bev.]

Isn't that what they're doing? Building something more. This place is dangerous, but life is dangerous. They're doing more than just surviving. They're doing what children do best.

I suppose you're right. [She sighs.] Doesn't make me worry any less.

It shouldn't. Worrying is fine. Just don't let it cloud your judgement.

You said something about a scanner?

[She nods.] I know. I try not to.

[She picks up the tricorder and flips it open to show Natasha.]

It's called a tricorder.

So called because it's got three purposes, or?

[Natasha studies the device, picking up the general principles based on her own knowledge of electronics. It's clunkier than she'd expected from someone presumably from a more advanced society. Her cell phone was sleeker. But maybe it's just aesthetics.]

What sort of things can your tricorder detect?

Broadly, yes, in that it functions as a databank, a scanning device, and a communications system... though on this particular one, that latter function has been severely limited, presumably thanks to Atroma. Still, I have access to medical records from home and it is a much more versatile scanner than the ones we were given in the labs here. In addition to full biological scans, it can also measure atmospheric data, analyze geological and geographical information, detect and disrupt force fields, trace a given person's location ... any number of things, really. It's standard issue in Starfleet, an all-purpose tool for the field.

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[Natasha nods. It makes sense, and opens up a slew of other questions. Starfleet is easy enough to break down; the doctor had mentioned living on a starship previously, she assumes Starfleet is the organization that she worked for, or with, aboard that vessel. Studying the inputs and outputs, she looks deep in thought.]

What about data that doesn't correspond to anything in your records? Do you get a baseline unknown, or can your tricorder break down those readings further, to try and interpret them?

[She's especially curious to see if the doctor has found anything unusual about the magic-users aboard.]

It depends on the data, really. There are some things it simply can't get a read on, and there isn't much I can do about that, except to turn to more traditional methods of research. For everything else, it is capable of some extrapolation and analysis, but ultimately, it comes down to me or whoever is using it to interpret the raw information.

[She's clearly processing what the doctor is telling her, thinking further, looking intently at the tricorder.]

Is it at all compatible with the fleet's systems? If you do diagnostics in the Blue Fish's medbay, can you upload the results to your tricorder, give it more to work with?

[Tony'd give his right arm to see this. Or someone's right arm, she thinks. Probably not his.]

No, it isn't. Whatever Atroma did to it to prevent it from being used for communications, also prevents it from syncing with the fleet's computers. I have to manually enter any data that I want transferred.

But you at least have the option. Might be tedious, but you could expand your database.

Have you noticed any real difference between the humans here, in scanning?

[Not even necessarily just the magical ones. She's curious, wondering if different universes mean different core compositions. What makes one person this, and the same person that somewhere else? It's fascinating.]

Not much at the molecular level, no. After all, it seems the majority of us still originated on Earth, we just come from divergent universes. And even the humans whose home planets are very different... I'm not entirely convinced that those planets are not still Earth. Parallel universes are theoretically infinite, so it only makes sense that there are Earths out there that have evolved so differently as to be unrecognizable to us. Either way, humans from those worlds still share the majority of our DNA. Some here have just evolved their mental capabilities differently or, arguably, further or have developed senses beyond those I would classify as normal in humans.

[It's a solid enough theory, and one she can accept, for the time being. Parallel earths--it's close enough to explain the men who look like ones she's known, but couldn't be more different. And hadn't they learned something similar from Thor? His Yggdrasil wasn't that much different a concept. Stark would have found it infuriating and fascinating by turns. She nods briefly, the faintest smile flitting across her face.]

I know someone back home who'd love to debate this with you. As it happens, I more or less agree.