doctor beverly (
dancingmd) wrote in
driftfleet2015-03-06 04:56 pm
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Who: Dr. Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-
Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.
Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.
Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]
Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-
Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.
Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.
Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]
Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.

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If they even know you're gone.
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Considering I disappeared in the middle of a poker game, I'm pretty sure they'll notice.
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My son was brought here from the same point as myself, but arrived a couple weeks earlier. I highly doubt anybody's noticed you've gone.
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[Pause as she processes this.]
I suppose it's a relief in a way. At least they aren't going to be worrying too much.
[Yes. A relief. You tell yourself that, Bev.]
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[He laughs a little. He's really a kind of an upbeat guy despite the face and the situation.]
That seems to be the general feeling going around. You're glad they aren't worried, but you'd really like a way to escape or get rescued.
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Exactly.
At least I'm not completely alone.
[Because she's been there before and let's not repeat it.]
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[He grins a little and then takes a moment to think.]
Oh, but I'm being rude. Cole Turner, I'm assigned to the Wonderduck as her communications officer. And I don't normally look like this.
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Fortunately, where I come from, we've learned to be a little more... enlightened on such matters. Hopefully, we'll get to know each other a little better in the near future?
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I am glad to hear that, at least. Oh, I'm sure we will. When you get transferred onto your more permanent ship, you're more than welcome to contact me at any time.
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[She smiles.]
I'll be in touch.