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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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[Wanda's been spending most of her time on the beach ever since the blue planet came in range. Since it was her first time ever getting to visit such a tropical location, she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could. She'd been coming to the beach so much that she'd developed quite a tan and was likely at risk of sun burn soon. Nonetheless, she was certainly enjoying herself immensely. On this particular beach trip, she spied a familiar face along the beach head. She'd seen plenty of fellow fleet members enjoying the sun and surf, but she couldn't remember if she'd seen Beverly out here till now.]

Hello Dr. Crusher.

Wanda! It's good to see you outside of the clinic! How's your arm feeling?

[Wanda gives a small smile in response.]

It is still a bit stiff, but otherwise it is fine. Perhaps all of my swimming has not helped it any.

(ooc: Leg was injured, not the arm. Don't worry though, I knew what you meant. ;D)

It's good to exercise it some, just try not to overdo it. I'm sure it's hard to resist though, with all these nice beaches around!

[Wanda looks out over the ocean, her smile growing in warmth as she takes in the horizon.]

Yes. It is my first time swimming in an ocean like this.

Oh? Are your world's oceans different?

[Wanda's gaze doesn't avert from the ocean. She seems almost entranced by it, but her tone becomes more somber as she answers.]

No. I have just never been able to visit them.

[Beverly nods. That seems to be common enough in the fleet.]

Well, I'm glad you finally got to experience it here at least.

[Wanda finally turns back to face Dr. Crusher as she continues their conversation.]

How have you been since... well... everything?

[It's hard to put everything that had happened aboard the alien ship into words. Spending time on this beach, it had made the past few weeks seem almost like a dream.]

I have been very stressed recently but today... today I'm doing very well!

Ah, well, I am glad you are feeling better today then.

[Wanda is a little confused on how to respond. Her words seemed a good choice, but Dr. Crusher had said she was feeling "very stressed." Should she offer condolences, or just on the seemingly more positive trend that today started? Perhaps both.]

If there is something I could do to help... [She begins to offer.]

[She smiles and shakes her head.]

No, no, I'm perfectly content! Allen has offered me some shore leave already, and I intend to take every advantage of it!

I see. That's good then.

[Of course, Wanda has no idea who this Allen person is, but she assumes that he's likely Beverly's captain? Or superior? Someone who can grant her shore leave.]

I'm glad your captain was willing to give you a break. We do not have such strict measures on our ship. Everyone seems to come and go at their own discretion. Our captain does not really enforce anything.

[She can't help but chuckle at that. It's true that the Blue Fish is probably one of the most organized in the fleet but strict? Hardly.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression there. I should say, Allen insisted on me taking shore leave. It's not either his or our captain's fault I've been working so much. But I'm glad to know there is someone taking care of the clinic in the meantime.

Oh, so Allen is not your ship's captain then? He is your...

[Wanda lets her question trail off, letting Dr. Crusher fill in the blank.]

No, Sokka's my captain!

[PROUD SPACE MAMA.]

Allen is the other lab support, so we work in the clinic together!

Lab support?

[So her assistant was telling her to take a break? She must really have been working herself too hard. The thought gives Wanda a twinge of guilt, and she looks down briefly at her leg. The wound had left a gray, puncture scar on the back side of her calf. While she still was not a fan of the whole forced subject of a space reality show, she had to admit that it did lend itself to certain boons. Without the high-tech medical devices aboard Dr. Crusher's ship, her leg could have been in far worse shape. Wanda shakes her head and attempts to change the subject, trying to distract from the obvious attention she had likely drawn to her own injury.]

This Sokka [Was she pronouncing that name right? Her accent may have messed it up slightly.] is a good captain then?

[Getting her to brag about Sokka is almost always a good distraction (though she will still be surreptitiously checking out that leg to see how it is healing).]

He is! I admit I wasn't so sure at first, given his age, but he has very much proved himself, especially under pressure or in a crisis. [She grins.] Needs a little work on the first contact front, but he'll get there!

[Wanda cocks her head slightly both in confusion and interest. "Given his age?" He must be relatively young then. It had already become somewhat apparent to Wanda that the assignment of rank and ship profession seemed rather random, or rather at the whim of Atroma.]

He is rather young then? [Wanda smiles kindly.] The way you talk about him is like a proud mother.

[She laughs softly at that.]

Yes, I suppose I do... he often reminds me of my son.

[Judging from the tone of Dr. Crusher's voice as she mentions her son, Wanda is unsure how to proceed. The way Dr. Crusher sounded... perhaps it best to try and take it slow.]

Your son, what is his name?

[Don't worry, Wanda. She's too happy to get upset about Wesley, not today.]

Wesley! He's only a little bit older than Sokka... he's 22, Sokka is 19.

[At first, Wanda breathes a small sigh of relief as clearly talking about her son brightens Dr. Crusher's mood. However, her expression quickly turns to surprise when she hears the ages.]

19? Your captain is 19?

[That would make him six years younger than herself. Could someone so young, really be made captain? Well... if Atroma wills it, she supposes.]

That's right. [She smiles knowingly at Wanda's reaction.] It's not normal in my world either, for a captain to be so young, but we can't expect things here to be the same as what we're used to, or for everyone to have the same expectations and values as our own.

[Wanda realizes that her reaction may have been a little over the top. Again, considering how different things had been already, it really wasn't so strange to have someone so young as a ship's captain. What's more, Dr. Crusher seemed to respect his leadership, and she seemed sensible enough to not allow an irresponsible individual be in charge.]

Yes, yes you are right. I was just surprised. I suppose I must keep working on tempering my expectations for this place.