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driftfleet2016-09-01 11:06 am
dancingmd) wrote in 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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[Honestly, he was only saying later because he hadn't baked the ma'amoul...]
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[He's not kidding, either - she's his family, and family means more to him than anything else in this world. He rushes to the Blue Fish, not dispensing with his usual pleasantries because he's a man on a Mission. When he does catch sight of her, his entire face crumples with relief.
I missed you, he wants to say, but can't, because it's one thing to see her on a screen. It's another to be here, right in front of her.]
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I'm so glad that you're safe. [He only pulls back long enough to say,] It was so weird, Aunt Bev - you disappeared just like Loki had.
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Loki?
[Her brow furrows.]
As in... Norse god Loki?
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I suppose I should try talking to him, as it seems we're the only two who have had this happen.
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[Not unlike Beau and Diamond, he belatedly realizes. The difference being that Beau and Diamond play puppetmaster, or at least act like they're puppetmasters...]
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Seems to be typical for those who claim to be gods.
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From home, unfortunately.
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[Or something close enough to Atroma. Stefan doesn't like where this is going, not one bit.]
Okay, I don't think Loki can do any of that while he's here, but if you're gonna talk to him, be careful.
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