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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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Trying it on yourself seems like a terrible idea. I am definitely up to be the guinea pig here.

[ Unintentionally, there's a slight, ironic smile to the comment. ]

Tell me about it. What did they think we were gonna do with alien tech stuck in our hears?

I'm certain they expect at least some of us to try to take it out. [Her eyes narrow and she practically spits out the next part, though it's clear her anger isn't directed at Misha.] I wouldn't put it past them to get some sort of sick entertainment of watching that, of watching someone in pain.

No doubt. This is probably all some kind of game to them. I'd love to see what kind of contract they have written up or other legal reasoning that says they can do this. There has to be documentation somewhere, right?

[ She sighs, shakes her head. ]

Then again... even if there is, we don't exactly have easy access.

[She snorts.] I'm not sure I trust any legal system that allows for the kidnapping of people from other universes, no matter what their reason.

God, but can you imagine the legalese involved in all that? It's probably some kind of huge joke.

[ Her lips curve, then fall flat with a shrug. ]

But right now it's a matter of finding some kind of medicine, right?

[She nods.] We'll need a strong anesthetic, and surgical tools. Preferably a laser scalpel, but I can work with traditional ones as well, if need be.

[ That gets a scoff of laughter and a wide grin where she's trying to not actually start giggling. ]

Sorry, sorry. General tech where I'm from — laser scalpels are still pretty sci-fi. I wouldn't mind a properly treated metal scalpel if that's all we've got.

[She laughs too.]

It's all right... I keep forgetting about the different levels of technology people here are familiar with. But you know, science fiction is often more accurate in its predictions than we give it credit for. Asimov first thought of the positronic brain centuries ago, and now, I am friends with someone who has one.