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driftfleet2015-10-13 03:33 pm
dancingmd) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-13 03:33 pm
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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.]
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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[Okay so hes' not great help but he'd still be here! And awww, Beverly. He smiles at her response and sure! He'll go in for that hug!]
Ah- I'm glad you like them. I know how much you like poker.
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Yes, I do... I suppose it reminds me of home.
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I mean, you must have played poker back home, right? You're too good to be an amateur.
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[She snorts.]
In fact, Atroma took me from the middle of one of those games when they brought me here.
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That sounds like a nice tradition. [He remembered playing cards with his Master from time to time. Some of his more likable memories of the guy, really. But he'll offer a smile]
You'll get back there to clear house there, I'm sure.
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Don't count on it... Have you ever played against both an empath and an android before?
But it is something to look forward to, even if I do lose.
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[Isn't being an empath cheat- well okay he can't talk there, but-]
I...hadn't realised androids played poker.
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Well, I don't know if all androids do, but Data does at least. And why not? It stimulates the mind, helps him learn to read emotions better, and besides, it's a good opportunity to socialize with friends.
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Did he like it?
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