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riverviewlogs2018-04-06 07:19 pm
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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(She has no idea what tiny Beverly must think of all this, but she gives her an affectionate hair ruffle before she gets up to go and get her a comforter from their bed. She grabs Beverly's pillow and a few blankets for good measure and stops to say hello to Christie (who had tried to find refuge under the bed), but she darts away again before Lucretia can so much as reach for her. So much for that.
She's chuckling as she brings everything back out in one armload.)
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Lucretia pauses for a moment, startled by just how quickly she reverted, but Beverly seems to be fast asleep. She dutifully comes to tuck her in, leaving the extra blanket at the foot of the couch for her just in case she wakes up. For a moment she perches on the edge of it and watches her, reaching to brush her hair lightly back from her forehead, but after that she stands and takes herself away, back to their bedroom to get some sleep too.)