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Who: Beverly Crusher and invited guests
Broadcast: No
Action: Planetside
When: October 13th, mid-morning


[Another year for the Drift Fleet, another birthday for Beverly. She’s given up on trying to determine exactly how old she is - fifty seems a good enough compromise - but that does not mean she’s not going to celebrate. She’s had people she loves unexpectedly returned to her and that alone is worth celebrating.

So, after a bit of flying around the forested planet, she finds the perfect location for a little birthday brunch picnic, right on the edge of a grassy mesa, with one of the enormous fungus-trees providing some cool shade. A large blanket is set out with the finest smorgasbord the Blue Fish can offer: smoked t-rex meat, fresh fruit from the garden, pastries, and of course, syntheholic mimosas. People are of course free bring their own food as well. There are also a couple of decks of cards and poker chips, should anyone fancy a game. All in all, a it’s a very relaxed, casual atmosphere, simply a nice meal with close friends.]

ooc: if you have any questions regarding invitations, feel free to send me a message

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[Beverly bites her bottom lip, trying to figure out what it is, until he helpfully explains. Ah. She turns the box in her hands and realizes only belatedly the shape that it's supposed to be in.]

It's the Starfleet insignia!

[A terrible version of one, but lots of love went into it she's sure.]

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[She guessed what it was, she earns TEN COOL POINTS. ]

Yeah! Do you like it?

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I do! It will be the perfect place to keep my Water Tribe necklace.

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And other assorted pieces of awesomeness, but yeah.

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[She pries off the lid to examine the inside.]

How did you make it?

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You remember when we were with those three fractions? I used the forge there, and put it together then for you.

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... while I was gone?

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...

Oh right. Yooooou missed that one. Just- breezing past that. Yep.

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I was here for enough of it.

[She's hardly going to forget what happened to Allen. But let's not linger on that part.]

I just meant that it was sweet of you to do that even though I wasn't here.

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[He smiles, shrugging. ]

Well, your name was still on the roster, I knew you were somewhere. And I wasn't about to miss out on making your birthday gift just because you'd vanished. That's be like...giving up, I guess.

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I'm glad you didn't.

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[He gives a small smile. ]

Me too. Good thing I'm stubborn.

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[Her mouth quirks.]

Most of the time anyway.

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I have my moments.

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[Beverly laughs and wraps one arm around his shoulders affectionately.]

You do, you do.

Now, I think we deserve some cake, don't you?

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You know, I think we absolutely have.

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Pinkie made an amazing mocha cake.

[She grins.]

I already snuck a bite.

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[No sorry, he has to ask. ]

...How does she bake a cake without fingers??

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[Beverly opens her mouth to answer, one finger in the air.

...

Yeah, your guess is as good as hers.]

I have no idea.

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She's really strong too, you know? Like she can pull about twenty times her own size. It's weird.

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Well horses are strong but... [Not that strong.] How do you know she can do that? Did you see it?

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I did. Me and Allen brought down a dinosaur, and she carted a load of meat off for her crew. Like, a LOT of meat. As in...a quarter of the freaking dinosaur a lot of meat.

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[Beverly's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she looks over to where Pinkie is happily trotting about and talking to other guests.]

I can't say I really know much about equine physiology but there must be some explanation.

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I've been trying to figure it out. I've been running the math and everything. It doesn't work!!!

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Perhaps she's using some sort of energy manipulation.

[aka: magic. Your favorite, Sokka.]