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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planet
When: Early on while on the planet, probably

[Wrath's always been a high energy person, but whatever is going on with her augment glitching, it's turned the energy knob up to eleven, yanked it off, and thrown it out the window. Well. Half the time. The other half she might be asleep, facedown on the floor.

But hopefully before her bouts of hyperactivity really start to grate on her crewmates (no, Wrath, their morale is just fine) they arrive at the planet and there's a whole new place for her to explore.

At first she tries to be mindful of her medical directives, but then she finds a saloon, and she ends up playing a game of darts, or maybe arm wrestling some guy three times her size (she wins) and... it all just goes downhill from there.

Welcome to Wrath doing her best impression of her pre-back-injury self. Which involves public drunkenness with optional nudity, loud and off-key singing, bar brawls, and

CRASH

getting thrown out a (first floor, thankfully) window.

She lays on the ground next to her cane, which thankfully hasn't been broken, surrounded by shards of glass. And tries to get up, which is a bit like watching a turtle that's been turned on its back trying to right itself, giggling happily the whole time.]

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[Wrath is a lot heavier than Beverly expected from such a tiny person, though in retrospect, it makes perfect sense, given all of Wrath's bionic replacements. Carefully, she adjusts her grip on Wrath's legs before heading off.]

So, want to tell me what happened back there?

Oh, some guy picked shit so I head butted him and he had friends. It was pretty awesome.

[Beverly makes a disapproving humming noise. It does not sound very awesome to her.]

You need to be more careful, Wrath. I don't like seeing you hurt.

[She airily dismisses the concern with a flop of her hand.]

Pain's temporary. Glory's forever.

[Ruefully.] You sound like a Klingon.

[Squint.]

A booger that hangs out of your nose?

[Beverly laughs, enough where she has to stop walking for a moment, but she doesn't lose her grip on Wrath.]

No... no!

[Still laughing, give her a second. She takes a deep breath before she starts walking again.]

Klingons are an alien species from my universe. They're warriors who value honor and glory above almost anything else.

Oh, that sounds pretty awesome.

Why'd they pick such a dumb name then?

It only sounds funny in English. In tlhIngan Hol [Which their translators will helpfully inform Wrath is the name of the Klingon language], it sounds perfectly normal.

Ohhh. That makes sense.

That sounds cool you should teach me how to... Uh. Stuff.

Speak Klingon? I'm not very good you know, I only know a few phrases, mostly meditative.

... and a few curses.

I don't know how to speak anything else, so it's cool that you know anything like that at all.

And curses are the most useful. And how to ask for beers.

[Beverly laughs.]

Oh Klingon beer... you have to be careful with that stuff. Though their bloodwine is even worse.

Bloodwine? That sounds... really gross. Like real blood? Why would you drink blood? It's got germs in it!

I have to agree... I have never had any of it myself, the thought of it is a little too much to overcome, even if they don't always make it with real blood anymore. I have heard from others that it is pretty terrible tasting though.

Yeah, I'd think so. Cause fake blood has to taste like real blood if it's.... like blood.

Ugh.

[She laughs.]

So maybe you're not such a good Klingon after all. But that's okay.

[Her voice drops to a pseudo-conspiratorial whisper.]

Between you and me, you're a lot more fun than they are.

Edited 2016-01-06 00:55 (UTC)

[Big grin.]

Having fun is important! It's good for morale. So I'm glad to be fun!

[She laughs.] But maybe next time the fun won’t involve being thrown out a window, hmm?

[They’ve reached Beverly’s ship, so she moves to let Wrath down. Wrath should be all right to walk the rest of the way to the clinic and besides - she’s not sure how much longer her arms were going to hold out.]

Steady now. Lean on me if you need to.

If you say so. I don't like get throwing out of windows so much any more anyway. Falling's not fun.

[Wrath can walk okay, sort of. She's weaving. But she's on her feet.]

I got this. I'm good.

[Still, Beverly has her hands out just in case.]

It's not too far now.

[For a minute, she simply watches Wrath walk.]

Does anything hurt?

Edited 2016-01-09 16:28 (UTC)

No, I'm good. Nothing hurts more than normal. [Yeah, she's kind of limping. A little more than normal.]