May. 10th, 2015

dancingmd: (concerned)
[personal profile] dancingmd
Who: Beverly Crusher
Broadcast: No
Action: Blue Fish
When: May 10 (Mother's Day for anyone who celebrates it)

[Having had her fill of the casino scene for now, Beverly is back on board the Blue Fish, hard at work in their sickbay. She quickly discovered that she is unable to download the Starfleet database from her newly-obtained tricorder to the ship's computers, so she has been painstakingly typing up some of the more important information. Right now, she's going back over some of her own medical logs from the Enterprise, editing typos and adding comments where necessary. It's a slow process, but the more projects she has to work on, the better. Today is a day she'd rather not think too much about.

Unfortunately for her, Atroma is not going to allow that to happen.

Hi, Mom! says a bright, chipper voice. A voice she would recognize anywhere, the most important voice in the world to her.

She stands abruptly, knocking her chair over in the process. Where is his voice coming from? Did he... is he really here? A momentary surge of hope flows through her.]


Wesley?

[He continues to speak, Sorry I haven't written in a while. Things have been so crazy at the Academy lately. We got a new member of the Nova Squadron today, her name is Sito Jaxa and she's from Bajor! She's got a pretty cute nose...

Beverly gasps, feeling as if someone's just stabbed her in the heart and twisted the knife. This is only a recording, and an old one at that, before the incident with the Squadron, before Sito... scrambling around the room, she finds the tricorder where she left it sitting on a nearby table. A small hologram of Wesley is being projected above it as he talks. For a solid minute or two, she simply stares at the hologram, not really comprehending his words.

Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a happy Mother's Day! I miss you! His smile is so wide, so happy, and then the hologram shuts off. Beverly picks up the tricorder and scrolls through the messages. There they all are, every single letter he ever sent her while he was away, the videos she sent back of planets she had visited, holoimages of the two of them together on the Enterprise. She is absolutely certain these weren't here when she first got the tricorder out of the voucher machine. Selecting another letter at random, she hits play. There's no hologram this time, but he's excited: it was his first day of zero-g training. She picks up her fallen chair and drags it over to the table so she can sit and just listen.

Suddenly, it all gets to be too much and she begins to cry. Once she starts, she finds she can't stop, so she just lets it go and falls forward, elbows on the table and head in her hands, desperately hoping no one will see her like this.]
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[personal profile] notbackingdown
Who: Anya Corazon and yoooou
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Windrose
When: 5/10

[ While the Windrose folks will recognize her, Anya's been spending time going back through the archives to get an idea of what's been going on and what these people are like instead of actually talking to them just yet, so she is decidedly not a familiar face.

When she speaks, she has a definite Hispanic accent - a mix of Mexican and Puerto Rican, for anyone who would be able to tell. ]


Hey, my name's Anya, I'm on the Windrose. I, uh, haven't really said much on the network since I got here. Kind of got distracted catching up on what's been going on. Oops?

[ She smiles and shrugs sheepishly ]

Anyway, it's Mother's Day, right? Or close enough? So I feel like everybody should take a minute to think about your mamá back home. Unless you didn't have a great mom, then I guess think about someone else who was like a mom, yeah? Also do something for nice for any moms you know here, 'cause they're probably missing their kids a lot, being stuck here.

I want to say thank you and I love you to my mom Carol, because she has done so much for me and always believes in me and taught me how to protect myself from assholes with superpowers. [ grin ] Best mom, even if she's a total nerd.

[ And then, on the encrypted Comms officer channel or whatever it is ]

Hey, fellow Communications people, que pasa? We totally have our own secret chat room, basically, how cool is that? Who all is one of us, anyway?
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[personal profile] misconceived
WHO Chris Halliwell
BROADCAST Accidental Fleet-wide video (thanks Atroma!!)
ACTION SS Huntress.
WHEN May 10th. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
WARNINGS don't play fetch with the soulball

[ The video is abrupt, the angle awkward. It cuts on to a comm laying on what appears to be a dining table in a fully upgraded kitchen. Chris is standing off-center, facing someone who is holding what appears to be a lightly-glowing orb in his hands.

This appears to be a very controversial thing, holding a glowy ball. ]


They gave you grandad?! It's a casino! Where the hell did they even get that?

Actually, where the hell do you even keep that now? Or... then. Back then? Whatever. How do you play slots to win your father's soul?

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