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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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"Is there anything else I could do to help? I wish I had known sooner..." So she could worry? She's not really sure what she could have done differently. This isn't exactly her realm of expertise.

"It is well." He shakes his head at her apology. "I do not...advertise it. My brother knows, as do my cousins. All of us feel it, a little, it is just...louder, for me. They all do their best. And I know how to distract myself. Truly, even just speaking to me helps."

"Still... It is strange. I feel more at home in space than almost anywhere else so sometimes I take that comfort for granted."

"I cannot blame you for loving it." Maglor smiles at her a little. "I can see the attraction. It ... is only a little too loud, that is all."

She smiles back. "I've never heard space described as loud, but in any case, I'm glad I can be of some help at least."

Maglor shrugs wryly. "I am a little biased, obviously. But you are, more than you know, and I thank you for it."