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[dancingmd]

Who: Beverly Crusher and Friends!
Broadcast: No
Action: Blue Fish
When: October 13th

[Dr. Beverly Crusher, Personal Log, October 13, Seventh Month after arrival. Today is my birthday.

Theoretically.

With a sigh, Beverly stops typing. Normally, she is all about birthdays, both her own and everyone else's but today... frankly, today is weird. By her own calendar, her birthday should have been two months ago, yet time isn't flowing normally back home. Or time isn't flowing here normally. Or something. Damn alternate universes. And does it even matter when no one is aging anyway? She rubs her temples. This is too much to think about before breakfast (though admittedly, the vagaries of traveling through spacetime are better to focus on than the fact that there is no one from home to celebrate with in the first place).

Once she has some coffee in her, she comes to a decision. Real birthday or not, she's going to give herself a little holiday. Which means people aren't going to be seeing her around the dusty moon, or much at all really. After taking a nice long hot bath, and changing, for once, into something other than the fleet issued jumpsuits, she spends most of the day in her quarters, reading and listening to old letters on her tricorder. Even if she can't be with them today, she at least wants to hear Wesley and Jean-Luc and Deanna, surround herself with their voices. It doesn't make her as sad as it once did. Instead, she finds the recordings comforting, for the most part.

Late in the afternoon, however, she will emerge to set up shop in the kitchen where she's going to bake herself a cake! If anyone wants to find her (or that yummy smelling cake), that's where she'll be, humming a jazzy little tune as she cooks.]

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[dancingmd]

[Oh who, her??? No, she's not busy at all, certainly not busy trying to eat a spoonful of cake icing, nope. She quickly tosses the evidence into the sink and turns around.]

Sokka! No, no, come in!

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[alwayscomeback]

[HE SAW THAT.

He rubs the back of his neck, stepping in, before awkwardly thrusting out a (terribly) wrapped gift towards her. ]

Uh. So. Happy birthday.

[dancingmd]

[Shh. No one needs to know.

Aww, Sokka. She looks touched as she takes the gift and starts to unwrap it.]

You didn't need to get me anything, you know.

[alwayscomeback]

I know, but I did anyway. So there.

[Inside is a box (because yes, Sokka can wrap a SQUARE badly) and inside the box is a necklace. It has a few nice looking blue-green jewels in it, but the impressive part is the metalwork the jewels are set in. The metal has a strange, blue hue. It's been oxidised. The shape almost looks like crashing waves, with the jewels becoming droplets within the waves themselves.

She may recognise the shape as the symbol on his door. ]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly gasps when she sees the necklace.]

It's gorgeous, Sokka, thank you!

[Granted, she'd think anything Sokka gave her was perfect, but this really is amazing, both in craftsmanship and in how unusual the metal is. And indeed, she does recognize the symbol from his door, so she knows it must mean something important to him, which is really what touches her the most.

So yes, Sokka, you're definitely getting enveloped in a big Beverly hug now.]

[alwayscomeback]

[He'll happily hug her back. She deserves the nice gift. ]

You're welcome. I wanted to make you something nice.

[dancingmd]

[When she releases him from the hug, she has a very impressed and proud look on her face.]

You made this?

[alwayscomeback]

[He grins, nodding. ]

Sure did! With my own beautiful, manly, talented hands.

[He waggles his hands. Look how beautiful and manly they are. ]

[dancingmd]

[The manliest. And she's giving you that look again, you know, the bittersweet one that looks like she's maybe sort of thinking about crying, but she won't, because the happiness is stronger than the sadness, this time around.]

That's amazing! I can't imagine how much work you must have put into this.

[She then proceeds to put the necklace on and model it for him.]

What do you think?

[alwayscomeback]

[Days and days is the answer. He grins, giving her a thumbs up.]

It looks great! And now you're an honorary member of the Water Tribe. Go you. Don't tell Toph or Zuko, but we're totally the best nation.

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

Don't worry, it'll be our secret.

[Then, ask if she really needs to ask:]

Do you want some cake?

[alwayscomeback]

[That gets a snort. Really Bev, really?]

You felt the need to actually ask me that?

[dancingmd]

You never know. You might be an imposter. It's my duty to double check these things you know.

[She says this so jokingly and yet...]

[alwayscomeback]

Well, if you're looking for a Sokka-imposter, that's definitely the question to ask.

[dancingmd]

Good to know.

[She gets the bowl of frosting (that absolutely does not have a spoonful missing from it nope) and holds it up.]

Care to help me ice it first?

[alwayscomeback]

[He laughs, making grabby hands. ]

That's a deadly mistake, you know.

[dancingmd]

Can't be any worse than the time you spilled a bucket of paint on my head.

[But you can tell by her smirk that she's teasing.]

[alwayscomeback]

Oh, I don't know. This is wet AND sticky, that's a whole new level of disaster.

[dancingmd]

Well, let's try to avoid any disaster, shall we?

[She hands Sokka the bowl.]

I put my life in your hands, Captain.

[alwayscomeback]

You're a brave woman, Beverly.

[He has the bowl. HE HAS IT.

He's just gonna...lick the spoon. Right now. He warned you, woman. ]

[dancingmd]

Sokka!

[That was supposed to be an admonishment, but she's laughing too much for it to sound at all threatening.]

We need to save some for the cake you know.

[alwayscomeback]

[With a mouthful of icing:]

I warned you. You knew this was happening.

[dancingmd]

Shameful. [She clutches a hand to her heart dramatically.] Eating all the icing for this poor old woman's birthday cake.

[alwayscomeback]

[He raises the spoon dramatically, letting out a heartfelt CACKLE. ]

The first step to my road of cake stealing evilness!

[dancingmd]

Oh no you don't!

[She grabs another spoon from the counter and plunges it into the bowl, scooping out an enormous spoonful of icing and shoving it into her own mouth with a challenging glint in her eye.]