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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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And if I hadn't? I hate the idea of leaving you with no goodbye at all.
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[Beverly cups Jennifer's cheek in her hand.]
But if I do leave again, the letters are in my desk in the lab. And if the tricorder stays, there's something on there too.
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If I'm still here... I'll make sure people see them.
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Yeah... I'll do my best. [She then suddenly hugged Beverly again.] God. I didn't know what to do with myself while you were gone, honestly.
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I don't know what I would have done either, if it had been me. If it ever is me.
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Let's hope that never happens.
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[Beverly pulls away just a little.]
I would never ask to keep you here if you could go home.
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Come on, why don't you come sit with me for a while?
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[She squeezes her hand.]
You did nothing wrong.
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Thankfully you didn't miss much of importance, except I was in the care of Korra's polar bear dog for a few weeks while she was in hypersleep. It was pretty funny, in retrospect.
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