(closed) may have been clouds or sun

[scholiast]

who: lucretia + ye
what: quick catch-all
when: august to september ish? good lord
where: here there everywhere
warnings: n/a will update if necessary

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[scholiast]

You're here for much more than that, (Lucretia chides, and tips her head to give her a grateful kiss,) but thank you. You're very good at taking care of me.

[dancingmd]

I do what I can. (She says, as if this is some sort of great burden when in fact, she loves nothing more than taking care of Lucretia - and being taken care of by her too.

She moves to unzip the front tent flap.)

Are you ready to head down to the water?

[scholiast]

Yes, (she says wistfully, already imagining the water– presumably Beverly has ways of making it the perfect temperature, too, to coincide with how lovely the environment is.

Can holograms give you sunburn? She still dons a wide brimmed, white floppy sunhat all the same.)

Have I told you much about my home planet?

[dancingmd]

(Absolutely, the water can be whatever temperature they want it to be - and the hat is very cute, she should leave it, in Beverly's humble opinion.)

Not too much, no.

(She always just assumed it was hard to talk about it. It was that way sometimes for her with Arvada.)

[scholiast]

(there's also no information about it at all, thanks for nothing griffin mcelroy)

It had two suns, (Lucretia supplies idly, shrugging a shoulder as they approach the water's edge.) The summers were incredible. Very hot. We lived near a very prominent beach, and I used to spend weeks down by the shore reading.

[dancingmd]

(Two suns, like Risa, the pleasure planet. She makes note of that for the next holodeck program to try.)

You like the beach a lot, don't you?

[scholiast]

Yes, (Lucretia says innocently, and sticks a toe into the water customarily before she wades in up to her knees.)

Who doesn't?

[dancingmd]

Oh, I'm sure I could think of a few who don't.

(Worf comes immediately to mind and she has to smile at the image of him voluntarily going to the beach.)

How's the temperature? I can adjust it if we need to.

[scholiast]

Good thing they aren't here, then.

(Or intruding on #beach time! Lucretia lets her hands trail in the surf, then pushes out further, up to her hips.)

No, it's perfect. (Sun-warmed at the top, deliciously cool where her toes scrunch into the sandbank. She sighs happily, then pushes off the ground to swim properly, keeping her head (and hat!) above the water.)

[dancingmd]

(Beverly comes to stand at the edge of the lake and lets the water lap at her toes. Seeing Lucretia so contented brings her no end of joy and for a moment, all she does is watch Lucretia swim out where the water gets deeper. She looks absolutely beautiful in the sunlight.)

[scholiast]

(This is a very, very different mood from being down in the caves to be sure. For a moment she simply floats up on her back and closes her eyes, arms and legs spread akimbo to let the waves gently rock her about. Her hat is getting wet but that's okay. She feels so relaxed.)

Are you coming in? (She calls eventually, eyes still shut. She can feel Beverly watching her from the shore!)

[dancingmd]

Oh but the view is just so good from here!

(Even as she says that, however, she's wading further into the water. When the water gets to hip-level, she stops and slowly drops down into the water until only her head and the tops of her shoulders are uncovered.)

[scholiast]

(continued here!)