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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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[He takes a seat, cross-legged on the sand.]

Is there something in particular that has you in such a good mood today, Beverly?

Yes, but you may not like the answer.

[Julian certainly didn't, and she doesn't blame him. If the situation were reversed, no doubt she would be upset about it too.]

[Well that means he has to know.]

Please, tell me.

It's my augment... or at least, I presume so. I don't know what else would have caused the spike in my serotonin levels.

[Because of course she scanned herself this morning. That drastic of a mood change overnight is not at all normal for her.]

Your augment is malfunctioning?

[This is... unsettling and also the first time he's heard of something like this.]

Could that not be very serious?

[Her face falls for a moment. As much as it can fall anyway.]

I told you you wouldn't like it. But don't worry!

[Have a bright, reassuring smile!]

Last time it glitched, it didn't do any lasting damage! I'll keep monitoring my vitals, just in case, but my crew won't let anything happen to me!

You suggest then, that this is something that must merely be endured, with no lasting damage. I hope you are correct.

[He sighs, though, because this is really sort of an upsetting discovery.]

I suppose at least it is not a difficult thing to suffer.

No, it's not... much better than before at least!

[She turns to look at him very carefully.]

I know it may not seem like it, from my attitude, but I am aware of how frightening this is. My mind is still perfectly clear and I remember how scared I was, the last time my augment glitched. But I'll still take this to the hallucinations any day.

[He gives her a very careful look.]

This is true. As far as possible side effects go, this is minimal. What do you plan to do with your time, then, while you are so afflicted?

Oh, I will still be working with the Nunnalis, wherever they need me. But I realize I've been too hard on myself lately... I need to be having a little more fun, especially while we are on such a beautiful planet!

Relaxing is likely a good plan, then, all considered. What do you intend to do that might be fun?

[As opposed to sitting here talking.]

I don't know yet. I've been swimming already, and I don't really know how to play volleyball.

[Drawing up her knees to her chest, she rests her chin on them thoughtfully for a minute. Then... an idea!!!]

Do you know if there's any place with music around here?

[He considers this a moment.]

I passed a small musical group at an open-air bar on my way here, if that appeals to you.

Oh, that's perfect!

[She unfolds herself and stands up, holding out one hand to Daneel.]

Why don't you come with me?

[He takes her hand with a polite nod of his head.]

As you wish, Beverly.

[He's not... quite... sure what it is she wants, but he's happy enough to follow along.]

[She helps him up, squeezing his hand happily before letting go and bending over to rummage through her bag. A moment later, she pulls out a semi-sheer beach cover up and tosses it on.]

Tell me, Daneel, do you know how to dance?

[Well, that's an unexpected question. As is being helped up but he won't complain because that would be rude.]

I have never been expected to dance. I have observed it, of course, but I've never attempted it myself.

You're in luck! I happen to be an expert in teaching androids how to dance.

[One android anyway. It's clear from her tone of voice that she is more joking than bragging.]

That is, if you're interested.

[That's a thing you can be an expert in? That's a thing there's any demand for at all, ever? Even as a joke? Still, she wants to teach him, and he doesn't want to offend by refusing.]

I would like to see, if you care to teach me.

[Hey, there's a whole universe of possibilities out there for an android!]

Wonderful! Now where is this place again? Not very far, right?

((ooc: absolutely feel free to skip ahead to them being on the dancefloor if you like! tv magic and all that))

Not far at all.

[And indeed, very shortly they come up to the place in question, with the band playing to a small group of tourists and locals, some drinking or eating nearby, others dancing. Daneel turns to Beverly expectantly.]

Is this appropriate for what you had in mind?

It's not quite swing, but it'll do!

[She deposits her bag on a nearby table, then takes Daneel by the hand and leads him to the dance floor.]

We'll start with something simple. Have you heard of the foxtrot?

I have not.

[Fashions like that have fallen by the wayside, at least on Aurora. Daneel follows, all polite curiosity. He has very little idea of what to expect.]

Please, demonstrate for me.

It's a dance between two partners, so I will show you my part first, and then all you'll have to do is mirror my movements. Historically, it was always man who would lead, but that's become an outdated notion, and we usually go by who is the more experienced dancer. So!

[She steps back from him, holds her arms out as if she is holding the hands of an invisible partner, and plants her feet next to one another. As she begins the dance, making a roughly zig-zag shape towards him, she explains her movements.]

Leading with the left leg, I take two steps forward - meaning you would step back on your right leg. Then step once to the side, and repeat! Slow, slow, quick, quick.

[Now she's standing in front of him again.]

Like I said, very simple! But it's a building block for other, more complicated dances, which we'll worry about later.

[He watches, his expression very serious.]

I believe I can replicate this.

[He steps forward, moving to take her hands and fill the role of that invisible partner. He wants very much to do a good job, after all.]

Please, Beverly, lead and I shall follow.