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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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Hey.
[She looks Beverly over, trying to take stock of the changes since she went home, and...]
So... You went blonde?
[She's pretty amused by this, honestly.]
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For a while, anyway.
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[... well, she thinks she's funny.]
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It's going to be a mystery forever, I guess.
[... honestly, nightingale's hair is kind of a mystery, she keeps it at like knee length. isn't that excessive.]
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[She crosses to the cabinets and gets out two glasses, setting them on the table.]
I think poor Sansa feels a little betrayed.
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[She's just pointing a finger, lifting the bottle to pour the drinks with wind magic.
She may or may not be showing off.]
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[She watches Nightingale pour the wine with interest.]
How do you do that? I mean, I know it's magic but...
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[well, she's not wrong.]
It's just a basic Wind spell, I just trained with it until I could control it a lot more finely.
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[She takes a sip of her drink.]
Very good, what is it?
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[She sounds smug.]
It's from that hand-holding planet. I never got its name, just that it's good.
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One of my party members is a merwoman, so she's telepathic, and then at the castle, we were always seeing each other's memories... Honestly, I don't think I've ever had privacy in my life up until I came here.
... Except for the Atroma watching, anyway.
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Not that that is what is important here.]
I'm sorry. It is important to have privacy too.
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[she just sounds surprised]
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Other than that hypothetical, I still don't know.
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