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Who: Beverly Crusher and Friends!
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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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I am, actually. Very relaxing.

[THIS PLEASES PARTY HORSE. ]

Great! I hope you get everything you ever want for your special day.

[That elicits a bit of a sad smile, though she keeps her tone light.]

Oh now, maybe not everything want. Wouldn't want to spoil me!

Edited 2015-10-17 13:47 (UTC)

[One day, Cheese might level up in Friendship enough to recognise social cues properly. This is not that day. Oblivious to any trace of sadness, he happily trots around her.]

But your birthday is exactly the day to be spoiled! So what is it that you really, really really want? I can try and get it for you.

[Oh, Cheese that's not - no, no, it's all right, she's not going to let herself indulge in any sadness today anyway. And look how excited he is! She can't let him down, so she puts her forefinger to her chin, pretending to think.]

Wellll... I wouldn't say no to some really good dark chocolate.

[He sits down, considering this, deciding how workable a wish this is, before nodding to himself. ]

Okey dokey! I promise by the end of the day, you will have some really good dark chocolate. Swear on Camembert.

[She's making that "aww how sweet" face at you right now Cheese. She kind of wants to hug him but she's not sure how that works for equines and they don't know each other that well, so:]

Thank you, but really, if you can't find any it'll be alright. I don't want you to go through a lot of trouble on my account.

[She would be a-ok. He's a hugger. She'd just have to...stoop.]

Don't be a silly filly. It's your birthday. It's when you deserve to have some trouble on your account.

Filly? I think I hardly qualify for that.

[But she's grinning with amusement.]

You're as young as you feel!

Plus I've learned that human women don't like being called mares for some reason.

Hmm... I can't say I've ever been called a mare before, so I'm afraid I can't give you any insight on that.

Welll, I'd be surprised if you did, especially if you've never met an Equestrian before.

No, I haven't, not until you. I've met reptilians and cetaceans and avians, but never an Equestrian.

[He pulls a Stetson hat out of nowhere just so he can put it on and tip it to her. When he speaks, it's in a faux cowboy accent.]

Well, then it's a mighty big honour being your first one.

[She grins, and returns the tip of the hat with a little curtsy and an accent to match his own.]

And it's been mighty fine meetin' you.