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Who: Tek and anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August

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[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]

--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.

I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.

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[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.

and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.

Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.

he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]

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[With faux gravity:]

The absolute worse. Not only would he approve of my ugly cat lady sweaters, no doubt he'd knit them himself.

[Her face breaks out in another grin, wide and mischievous.]

But he's not entirely beyond hope. There's some part of him, deep down, that still knows how to have fun.

[and Tek balks with all of the appropriate faux horror.]

Goodness... [he can't help the fact that her sly grin is contagious--especially in this state. he smiles to match.]

And I do hope that you've made it your life's work to help him realize this hidden potential.

Naturally. He's very stubborn you know, but I've gotten through to him. On occasion.

[More than on occasion, Bev. He lets you get away with so much and you don't even notice it.]

You are a hero among your kind.

[he motions for her to switch hands!]

And with all my help, just think of all that you'll learn to take back with you. He won't know what hit him.

[She offers him her other hand and admires his handwork on the first one. It feels strange, seeing her nails painted like that for the first time in what? Twenty, twenty-five years? But it's a good sort of strange. She smiles up at him.]

Oh now, we wouldn't want to give the poor man a heart attack.

... though maybe it would be worth it to see the look on his face if I were to show up in that dress you picked out.

[Oops, did she say that out loud? She flushes a little and looks back down at her nails, glad there is something else to focus on.]

[yes good, he'd been hoping...

he smirks up at her for a quick moment, whether she sees it or not.]

The shock will be good for him, I'm sure.

[Seeing as she is keeping her gaze on their hands, she doesn't catch Tek's smirk, but despite her embarrassment, she can't contain her own smile. Right now, the thought of reuniting with Jean-Luc doesn't fill her with her usual sadness and apprehension.]

I think so, too. [...] Good for both of us.

[and for a minute, he just smiles to himself and busies intently with her nails. it really seems like he might just leave it at that, as he quietly works through his little art project.

but as he finishes up her last finger, just as he's releasing custody of her hand--]

...Is he cute?

[Beverly's content to let him work, happy to not answer any more questions and then...

Really, though, what did she expect?

One eyebrow raised in amusement, she finally looks back up at Tek.]

I don't know that "cute" is the right word to describe Jean-Luc. Handsome, though: yes. Very.

[She grins.]

Of course, I'm biased. He is one of my closest and oldest friends after all.

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Sounds like it.

[this comment gets his most mischievous smirk yet.

and just in case she doesn't get what he's implying, he'll offer a suggestive rise of his brows for good measure.]

[Dead eyeing him right now. Of course she knows what he's implying and he's not completely off base. Still.]

Don't give me that look. We've never... [She sighs.] It's complicated.

[Though somehow she suspects Tek won't be as satisfied with that response as Wrath was.]

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Of course it is.

[and he settles back again to finish up his own nails, so they can really match.]

That much goes without saying.

[... at least Wrath is direct about these things.]

But you want to know more, I take it?

[if there is one thing that Tek is allergic to, it's talking directly. about anything. ever.]

Don't you want to talk about it?

[he's smirking again, but his eyes are on his nails.]

[Does she want a talk about it? That's a good question. She plucks at one of the blankets, which is starting to pill.]

I don't know.

[Pluck, pluck. These blankets are so terrible. Why can't Atroma give them better ones?]

I miss him. Well, not as much today, but in general.

So, don't talk about that part.

[he has all the answers. he is an Atroma-licensed counselor, after all.

...also, now that she has drawn his attention to the pilling nature of that particular blanket, it is dead to him. he's glad that he's sacrificed it to the sand.]

Talk more about what had you smiling so much a minute ago.

I was just thinking about... possibilities.

Oh?

[he'll glance up then, because that sounds particularly interesting.]

[She sighs again and gives him a rueful look as she leans back to rest on her elbows, settling in for a longer talk. Fine, Tek, you win. But only because she's in such a good mood (Thanks Atroma! What a pal! Taking such good care of our mental well-being).]

There are very few certainties in the universe, but Jean-Luc Picard has always been one of them, for me. But not long - half a year maybe - before I was brought here, I found out he was in love with me. Is in love with me. Had been for years and I had no idea...Or maybe I did and just didn't want to acknowledge it. Either way, it scared me, shook that certainty. He'd gotten over the past, but I wasn't ready for the future. Now though... now I think I am.

Oh? What changed your mind?

[he gestures around with his little ink brush.]

Don't tell me that being abducted to this ridiculous place is what did it.

[She laughs.]

No, no. It was because of something that happened at home. Or rather, didn't happen. Or it will, could happen, but he stopped it. Will stop it. Maybe.

[Frown.]

Time travel is a real pain in the ass.

Oh.

[and for the first time in this little outing, Tek frowns. he is not a friend to the concept of time travel.

and he waves his hand a little, because the details don't matter to him.]

Well... whatever it was, I'm glad it did its job. Getting caught on the past or the future is one of the worst things you can spend your life doing.

Yes, well -

[She drops onto her back, placing her arms behind her head as a pillow.]

That's often a lot easier said than done, isn't it?

Yes. And you people have an unfortunately short time to practice it in.

[which maybe shouldn't be so cheerfully and casually delivered, but topics can only seem so heavy right now.

and after capping the bottle of ink, he holds his hands out for her to observe his finished, flawless, wine-colored nails.

he's obviously waiting for a compliment.]

[That "you people" thing would normally annoy her a hell of a lot more but for now, she'll let it slide.

It does, however, make her consider withholding the compliment he so clearly wants. For a moment, anyway. It's not in her nature to be petty, especially not when she's feeling so content.]

Beautiful! That really is a good color.

[Almost like the command uniforms, back home. Which, of course, only circles her thoughts back to Jean-Luc, though she'll keep them to herself, unless he presses further. She closes her eyes against the sun.]

This would be a good place to nap.