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dancingmd) wrote in
riverviewlogs2018-04-06 07:19 pm
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[open] dancing queen young and sweet
who: Beverly Crusher, as a teenager
what: Flower-swap that leads to a deaged Beverly
when: April 9
where: Riverview Central Park
warnings: n/a
i. blossom picnic
[All of this is... weird, to say the least, waking up on a strange planet with no memory of how she got here, with only the word of a very concerned-looking older woman clutching a bunch of blue flowers (Nana would know what they were, surely, but it doesn't look like anything they grow on Caldos) that she's safe. She can't say why exactly, but she does trust this woman implicitly, as if she's known her all her life. So when Lucretia (the woman's name - she really is very nice) tells her she's actually thirty years older and that a magic flower turned her back into a teenager she accepts it much more readily than she ought to or normally would.
And now she's here, at a picnic, wondering if there's anyone else here that she's forgotten, anyone else who knows her as Dr. Crusher (which is cool as hell, by the way - and she's in Starfleet!!!), not plain old Beverly Howard. It's an uncomfortable thought but ice cream always makes everything better, right?
She stands staring at the menu, taking an impossibly long time to decide.]
I don't know which one I should get...
ii. dances
[Once she starts feeling more comfortable with this whole situation, she can't help but be drawn to all the dancing going on, especially out on the streets. And while adult Beverly is an excellent dancer, teenage Beverly is simply phenomenal (After all, it isn't that long ago that she won several big championships). Pretty soon, she's got a little crowd watching her tap dance on the sidewalk, her feet going at a frantic pace and her grin as big as they come.
Or perhaps later you might see her outside a jazz club arguing with a bouncer.]
Come on, I'm seventeen, that's practically the same thing! [Sorry, kid, but he remains firm. She huffs.] Yeah well... your music probably sucks anyway!
[Great comeback, A+]
iii. wildcard
[Got another prompt in mind? hmu!]
what: Flower-swap that leads to a deaged Beverly
when: April 9
where: Riverview Central Park
warnings: n/a
i. blossom picnic
[All of this is... weird, to say the least, waking up on a strange planet with no memory of how she got here, with only the word of a very concerned-looking older woman clutching a bunch of blue flowers (Nana would know what they were, surely, but it doesn't look like anything they grow on Caldos) that she's safe. She can't say why exactly, but she does trust this woman implicitly, as if she's known her all her life. So when Lucretia (the woman's name - she really is very nice) tells her she's actually thirty years older and that a magic flower turned her back into a teenager she accepts it much more readily than she ought to or normally would.
And now she's here, at a picnic, wondering if there's anyone else here that she's forgotten, anyone else who knows her as Dr. Crusher (which is cool as hell, by the way - and she's in Starfleet!!!), not plain old Beverly Howard. It's an uncomfortable thought but ice cream always makes everything better, right?
She stands staring at the menu, taking an impossibly long time to decide.]
I don't know which one I should get...
ii. dances
[Once she starts feeling more comfortable with this whole situation, she can't help but be drawn to all the dancing going on, especially out on the streets. And while adult Beverly is an excellent dancer, teenage Beverly is simply phenomenal (After all, it isn't that long ago that she won several big championships). Pretty soon, she's got a little crowd watching her tap dance on the sidewalk, her feet going at a frantic pace and her grin as big as they come.
Or perhaps later you might see her outside a jazz club arguing with a bouncer.]
Come on, I'm seventeen, that's practically the same thing! [Sorry, kid, but he remains firm. She huffs.] Yeah well... your music probably sucks anyway!
[Great comeback, A+]
iii. wildcard
[Got another prompt in mind? hmu!]

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That's the problem! I like too many things!
What's your favorite ice cream?
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[It was a weird flavor, but Alex is a tiny Canadian, so it works. But she grins as she considers.]
The best one is at this place by my Grandpa's house, so I don't know what this one is like.
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Would you like to try some with me?
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[Alex pointed to the menuboard sign, and then she leaned in and whispered a bit.]
Just in case you don't like it.
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That's a good idea! What do you think we should get on it?
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Hot fudge and whipped cream and sprinkles!
'M Alex, by the way.
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[Alex is just going to take her hand and tug her a bit closer to the ice cream counter.]
So maple walnut. Do you want chocolate too?
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[Alex is just going to beam at Beverly for a moment while studying the flavors intently again.]
What do you think would go with them?
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[Alex really loves waffles, okay?]
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Do you think they have waffles?
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You are the best! We have to be friends now!
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Okay, sounds like a deal to me! I don't have very many friends yet here.
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[Alex's voice is soft, and she leans forward like she's confiding a secret to Beverly.]
But I'm going to make so many friends.
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[Alex just grins proudly at that.]
And yeah, I do like hockey!
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I bet you'll never guess where I live!
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Wrap?