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driftfleet2016-09-01 11:06 am
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Who: Beverly Crusher and you
Broadcast: Network - Video
Action: Blue Fish
When: September 1
[There's a strangely familiar cold that has settled in her bones, a dreadful chill that disorients her in the first few moments that she's awake. Her first thought is that something went wrong - very wrong - as they passed through the temporal distortion, but then... as she sits up and takes in her surroundings, the memories all come back in a flood. Atroma has brought Beverly back, a little older, a little blonder, and with a new Starfleet uniform.
Or maybe I never left, she thinks. This is not the Marsiva, these are her quarters aboard the Blue Fish, and none of her things look as if they've been moved. Though admittedly, her memories of Drift Fleet seem distant. By her reckoning, it's been three years since she's seen this room.
Not that "time" really means much, considering what's happened in the past few days.
The communicator rests where she left it on the bedside table. When she picks it up, she finds it's full of unread messages, crewmates and friends wondering where she is, each message sounding more alarmed than the last. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she checks today's date: September first.]
Damn!
[Immediately, she sends a message to the network, via video:]
This is Dr. Crusher of the... SS Blue Fish. It seems our gracious captors sent me home for a while. I'm back now, and I'm safe, and I'm sorry to everyone who was trying to contact me this month. I'll be on the Blue Fish if you need me.
[There's a pause, as if she's about to say something else, but then she simply gives them a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
Thank you.
[The feed cuts off and after a moment, she decides to head for the kitchen. Not that she's particularly hungry but - there's a good chance that's where she'll find at least a few of her crewmates.]
Broadcast: Network - Video
Action: Blue Fish
When: September 1
[There's a strangely familiar cold that has settled in her bones, a dreadful chill that disorients her in the first few moments that she's awake. Her first thought is that something went wrong - very wrong - as they passed through the temporal distortion, but then... as she sits up and takes in her surroundings, the memories all come back in a flood. Atroma has brought Beverly back, a little older, a little blonder, and with a new Starfleet uniform.
Or maybe I never left, she thinks. This is not the Marsiva, these are her quarters aboard the Blue Fish, and none of her things look as if they've been moved. Though admittedly, her memories of Drift Fleet seem distant. By her reckoning, it's been three years since she's seen this room.
Not that "time" really means much, considering what's happened in the past few days.
The communicator rests where she left it on the bedside table. When she picks it up, she finds it's full of unread messages, crewmates and friends wondering where she is, each message sounding more alarmed than the last. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she checks today's date: September first.]
Damn!
[Immediately, she sends a message to the network, via video:]
This is Dr. Crusher of the... SS Blue Fish. It seems our gracious captors sent me home for a while. I'm back now, and I'm safe, and I'm sorry to everyone who was trying to contact me this month. I'll be on the Blue Fish if you need me.
[There's a pause, as if she's about to say something else, but then she simply gives them a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]
Thank you.
[The feed cuts off and after a moment, she decides to head for the kitchen. Not that she's particularly hungry but - there's a good chance that's where she'll find at least a few of her crewmates.]
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Riona makes a noisy entrance, her boots squeaking on the floor as she slides to a stop.]
Beverly! [Her voice is full of relief as she hurries to her.] We had no idea where you were! Are you all right?
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I'm fine. Physically, anyway. A lot has happened since I left.
[Beverly holds out both hands to the other woman.]
But let me look at you. You're all right? And the crew?
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Thank the Maker you're well. And oh, you. I'm fine! We're all fine. Nothing catastrophic has happened since you were gone, I swear.
[She takes both of her hands, starting to give them a squeeze... and then she just tugs on them and pulls Bev into a hug.]
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Good.
[And as she pulls away to look at Riona again, her brow furrows.]
And everyone... is still here?
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I have no idea. As far as I know, I went to bed and woke up three years later in my quarters. I assumed I had been like others, in a coma for a week or so... it wasn't until I saw people's messages that I realized I wasn't there.
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[Though Anders had lived through a decade, so it's not the longest she's heard of.]
I can't explain it. Why did they make you disappear just to bring you back? Maybe they just realized they were getting too predictable.
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[She frowns.]
I don't know.
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Didn't the Wardens always say that when their time is near, they can hear a song? It's the music of the taint, twisted and corrupted. Her hold on Beverly tightens unintentionally.
But - no, she's fine. It can't be the taint or Blight. None of that exists here, outside of her and Anders. Still...]
Are you sure you feel well?
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I promise, nothing's wrong with me.
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