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Who: Beverly Crusher and you!!!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Nominally beach but really anywhere! Feel free to tag her with a place of your choice!
When: July 26th until the end of the glitchiness

[Beverly woke up this morning feeling strangely... invigorated. Looser, more carefree, and dare she say it? Happier than she's felt in months, ever since she first arrived on the Marsiva. To celebrate, she decided to head for the beach.

Which is where you'll find her now, lounging on a towel and reading a book that looks suspiciously similar to the ah... literature Dorian was so kind as to read out loud to the network a while back. At the very least, there's a ridiculous picture of a shirtless burly man in a plaid kilt on the front cover. As for her, well, she's wearing a very stylish green bathing suit and a big white sunhat, thoughtfully provided by a fan (who has thankfully saved you all from seeing her in some 1980s sparkly gold monstrosity instead). No doubt if you approach her, she'll flash a blinding smile your way and cheerfully engage you in conversation. Or better yet, some fun activities! Right now, she's up for almost anything!]

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[Sunscreen! She is a recent convert to sunscreen, and she will accept that very gladly, thank you very much, after she pulls up a patch of ground next to her.]

Yes, thanks. If you're offering, I'll take it.

Of course! Though, could I ask you for a favor?

[She twists so that Aveline can see her exposed back.]

I'm afraid I couldn't get my back very well.

Of course. I'm glad to help.

[She squirts some of the sunscreen into her palm and lays her hands on Beverly's shoulders. Of course she'll help a fellow redhead.]

I wish we had this stuff at home.

Thank you!

[She helpfully pushes her hair over one shoulder, out of the way.]

Mmm, I don't think non-redheads always fully appreciate what an important invention sunscreen was! My husband always tanned perfectly while I'd end up looking like a cooked lobster!

Donnic -- my husband, I mean -- is the same way.

[She misses him. She misses him plenty but that's... not something she's inclined to talk about. Not right now. Talk of tanning is far safer. Rubbing sunscreen on a friend is far safer.]

And Wesley, well. Wesley burnt but he'd turn brown after it faded. I never had that sort of luck.

[At the mention of the name Wesley, Beverly invariably perks up. However, even in her current emotional state, she still can pick up on Aveline's use of the past tense in reference to her Wesley, so she makes a concerted effort to contain her excitement when she asks:]

Wesley? Is he...

[No, not that question, Beverly. You know better.]

What I mean is, my son's name is Wesley.

Is it? I mean...

[For a moment, Aveline is silent, just sort of staring, because that's not the response she expected.]

Wesley was my first husband.

[Beverly turns back around to face Aveline, all too familiar with that tone of voice. She gives the other woman a small, understanding smile and takes one of Aveline's hands in hers.]

I'm sorry.

[A pause and then:]

I lost my husband too.

[She gives a sigh. It's never an easy thing to think about, and there's something really just kind of... embarrassing about Beverly's sympathy, but... she squeezes her hand back, all the same.]

I'm sorry too, then.

[No need to worry, Beverly's the last person to try to force her to talk about this. If Aveline ever decides wants to, Beverly will be there, but for now, she simply turns around again so Aveline can finish with the sunscreen.]

Have you been swimming yet?

Not... really.

[She admits this almost reluctantly.]

I've never done any swimming in the ocean. In a pond when I was a child, but that's... different.

I was just wondering how cold it was since I was thinking about taking a dip later.

[She turns her head to the side and smiles excitedly at Aveline.]

Would you like to go with me?

[Please? Look how cute she is!]

[Aveline gives her a long and slightly sceptical look. Really?]

Well. I suppose it wouldn't hurt.

[So judgmental Aveline!]

It'll be fun! Besides, what's the point of these swimsuits if we're not going to use them!

[....the point is fanservice, dear Beverly.]

[Fiiiiiiiiine.]

Fun. All right. I don't think I've gone swimming for fun since I was a child. And that was a pond, not the sea.

[Ha! She wins!]

All the more reason for you to go now!

[All right, she's up, and she's looking dubiously at the water.]

There isn't anything in the water we need to worry about, is there? Some sort of... sea dragon or other monster?

I don't think so! Julian and I went exploring with one of the shuttles underwater.... there are some whales, but they wouldn't come this close to shore.

Well. If you say so.

[Thedas is different, after all, in this respect. Aveline brushes herself off and squints out at the sea for a moment. Presumably it wouldn't be an accepted thing if there was much of a risk. She starts off marching towards the water without another word.]

[Approving of Aveline's decisiveness, Beverly bites back a grin as she follows her friend. As they get closer to the ocean, she practically dances past Aveline and wades in with a splash. The water is pleasantly cool and, for now, calm, with only the tiniest of waves breaking upon the shoreline. Perfect for swimming!

Beverly goes out until the water reaches her hips, then turns back to see how Aveline is doing.]

[She wades in with her face scrunched up in preparation for icy water -- but it's not nearly as cold as she expects it. Well.]

I thought it would be colder.

[Warm climate, warm water. That... makes sense. Still, she looks down at her toes in the sand, feeling slightly unnerved about this whole swimming-in-the-ocean thing.]

[Seeing Aveline's nervousness, Beverly takes a few steps back towards her.]

You still okay to do this?

I'm fine.

[And she is. Really.]

The Ferelden coast is too cold to swim in. Kirkwall's not much better. This is just... strange.

[She nods.]

It took me a while to get used to it too... the planets I grew up on didn't have many oceans, or any at all. Then when I went to Starfleet Academy on Earth, I was living right on the coast, and we'd take trips all the time to the beach. The waves were more of a concern for me though than the temperature.

That does sound... rather nice, actually.

[The waves. Yes. Waves are a concern. Still, she dips down in the water, starting to warm up to this whole thing. This is nice.]

The shore near Kirkwall is called the Wounded Coast. It's a deadly stretch of coastline for any sailor that doesn't know what they're doing, bandits, Tal-Vashoth, and giant spiders aside. No one goes there for fun.