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[dancingmd]

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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[dancingmd]

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

How did you make it?

[alwayscomeback]

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

[dancingmd]

... while I was gone?

[alwayscomeback]

...

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

[dancingmd]

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.

[alwayscomeback]

[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.

[dancingmd]

I'm glad you didn't.

[alwayscomeback]

[He gives a small smile. ]

Me too. Good thing I'm stubborn.

[dancingmd]

[Her mouth quirks.]

Most of the time anyway.

[alwayscomeback]

I have my moments.

[dancingmd]

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

You do, you do.

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

[alwayscomeback]

You know, I think we absolutely have.

[dancingmd]

Pinkie made an amazing mocha cake.

[She grins.]

I already snuck a bite.

[alwayscomeback]

[No sorry, he has to ask. ]

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

[dancingmd]

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

...

Yeah, your guess is as good as hers.]

I have no idea.

[alwayscomeback]

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

[dancingmd]

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

[alwayscomeback]

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.

[dancingmd]

[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.

[alwayscomeback]

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

[dancingmd]

Perhaps she's using some sort of energy manipulation.

[aka: magic. Your favorite, Sokka.]

[alwayscomeback]

[This face. Absolutely this face. ]

...You mean magic.

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

If you want to call it that, yes.

[alwayscomeback]

Ugh. Why does it have to be magic.

[dancingmd]

It's more a matter of terminology than anything - doesn't mean there's not a scientific explanation behind it.