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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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[She rolls her eyes, though there is still a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. What she wouldn't give right now for Lwaxana to be here.]

People don't magically stop caring about sex when they turn forty you know.

STOP SAYING THE WORD!!!!

[He looks like he wants to dig a hole in the sand and die there. ]

[Laughing, she gives in and throws her hands up in surrender.]

All right, all right! I can't have my captain implode over here, now can I?

[He looks so unsure. Like a startled baby deer.]

...You promise you'll stop?

Well, not for forever no, but at least for today.

Unless you call me old again.

Okay. That can be a deal. I won't call you old and you won't talk about that.

[Look, he'll even offer a hand to shake on it.]

[She grins and points her forefinger at him.]

And no complaining about my choices in reading material?

So long as I never have to see them and need to bleach my brain we will be good.

Darn and here I was going to put them on their own special shelf in the kitchen. Right where you could see them every morning.

Edited 2015-08-01 18:04 (UTC)

[This face. This face right here. ]

Why do you do these things to me?

I told you, moms are supposed to be embarrassing.

[Not that Wesley would have batted at eye at her choice of books, but the principle stands.]

No they-

[He doesn't really have a frame of reference here, and he's trying to not show that it bothers him. ]

Slander and lies!!!

Oh, Sokka, I'm hurt. [Pout.] Have I ever lied to you???

I'm sure there have been times.

First you call me old then you doubt my integrity ... [Tsk. She shakes her head in mock-disappointment.]

I'd say more accusing than doubting.

What's that? You want me to read out loud from my book? Don't mind if I do.

[The book is in her hand again.... she's moving to open it... quick, Sokka! Do something before you have to hear about Scotsmen kissing. Gross!]

[Sokka sure does something, and that something is to scream like a banshee and race away across the sand. Off he goes! ]