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[counselled]

Several things stick out in those statements. The idea of practical clothing and Beverly's current attire being just that. Beverly's Starfleet uniform having come with her the way Deanna's did. And...

"'For a long time?'" Deanna echoes slowly. "Does that mean it isn't any longer?" And if not, what else does Beverly have now? So many questions pop up in Deanna's head, but she keeps them to herself for now. A few at a time to start.

She does manage a smile at the mention of Durango. She really had enjoyed that program with Worf and Alexander, despite the difficulties they had regarding the holodeck, and the entire ship, that day. "If you know of somewhere I might be able to find a replacement outfit, I think I could bring her back out." Really, that would be more fun than worrying about things. All in good time, though.

[dancingmd]

For an answer, Beverly reaches into one of her pockets (Pockets! What a novel idea! Starfleet should really look into this) and takes out a tricorder. No doubt it looks a little outdated to Deanna by now, further emphasizing their temporal differences. She presses a few buttons and there’s Deanna’s voice, reading a letter she had sent to Beverly, back when Beverly was at Starfleet Medical and Deanna was still on the Enterprise. It’s a more or less benign letter, mostly relaying with amusement the various ways in which Pulaski was torturing Jean-Luc. Nevertheless, Beverly treasures it, and all the other letters, as a lifeline to home. Looping her arm around Deanna’s, she lets the letter play as they walk.

“I’m sure we could find you a nice hat and boots around here somewhere.”

[counselled]

A little outdated, yes, but that is hardly the most interesting fact about it. The fact that it plays one of Deanna's letters to Beverly is more interesting at the moment. The realization of which letter it is is the most interesting thing about all of this. Deanna concentrates on it as it plays, listening to Beverly as best she can. What she wants to know is if this recording is what it should be. Is it as accurate as it should be? Is it fake? How concerned should she be one way or the other?

Her memory says that it is accurate and that is concerning in and of itself.

"Perhaps that could be our first stop after we talk?" she suggests, thinking that it might do them some good. "But only if you agree to join in. It wouldn't be as fun if just one of us got into the spirit of things."

[dancingmd]

"What?!" She exclaims in mock-indignation, her hand to her heart. "And sully my perfectly reputation here in the fleet as a serious and no-nonsense doctor?!"

That is...

Not your reputation at all Beverly. Especially not after the beach planet.

[counselled]

Deanna's lips twist in amusement despite the circumstances. She can tell that there's much more to this than Beverly is saying.

"I am certain that the reputation you have is an accurate one." Pause. "And that it isn't that one."

That, however, can wait. Their destination seems close, at least from what she can gather. The faster they make it inside, the better. Deanna has questions. Lots of them.

[dancingmd]

"I'm sure I don't know what you're implying."

Deanna's right: they have reached their destination. Admittedly "hotel" is a rather generous name for this place. It's more like an old-fashioned boarding house, but at least everything is clean and Beverly had enough credits to get herself a private room. Only a few people are in the common room reading or playing cheap holographic parlor games with one another.

Beverly leads Deanna to her room at the top of the stairs and shuts the door behind them. She gestures towards the overstuffed paisley chair in the corner.

"Sit, sit. It's not much but it's a break from the ships at least."

[counselled]

As they move into the hotel, Deanna glances around, letting her eyes take in what the place is, what it looks like, and what she can sense from any inhabitants. The place looks nice, in its rustic way, not unlike something out of a holodeck program, and indeed some of the people in the common area appear to be playing some sort of holographic game. Interesting. They all seem content, focused on their games, and Deanna senses no fear or concern from any of them.

The concern is mostly her own. For better or for worse.

Following Beverly up the stairs and into the room, Deanna lifts a hand to quickly and rhythmically tap two fingers at a specific point just behind her carotid artery. Plexing, a Betazoid relaxation technique, has served her well over the years of her life. Taking a deep breath, she settles gracefully into the offered chair, turning her eyes back upon her friend and finally letting a little of her worry and concern seep through.

"Beverly... where are we?"

Best start small. Deanna has a mental list of questions. She figures she can work her way up the list, beginning with this very important question. Everything else can wait.

[dancingmd]

"I don't know that there's an official name for this moon. Not that I've heard at least. The natives aren't exactly the most talkative bunch." Frowning, she sits on the edge of the bed. She's more than familiar with plexing and the fact that Deanna is doing it now is of some concern. Perhaps Atroma has tampered with Deanna's Augment? It wouldn't be the first time.

"But that's not what you meant, is it?"

[counselled]

It is an answer, even while it is not. Deanna can sense Beverly's sincerity, so that isn't a concern. Not that it would be normally. Beverly is rarely anything other than sincere.

"The last thing I remember is walking through the doors to sickbay on the Enterprise," Deanna begins, walking herself through what she can recall. "This isn't sickbay and I don't believe it is the Enterprise, either. The only thing I can think of is that Q brought me here or that I somehow was transported to the holodeck. But of course I would need to ask what you are doing here as well. You seem to have a better understanding of this place and what is going on. On top of that, some of the people here had faint auras. My ability to read them was diminished."

In short, nothing is adding up for her. If Beverly has any answers, Deanna could really use them.

[dancingmd]

Beverly frowns. That’s not good at all that Deanna doesn’t remember the past couple of weeks. What’s actually more concerning, though, is that Deanna can’t read anyone very well. Perhaps her augment is malfunctioning? While tiresome, that would be the most encouraging explanation, since the so-called glitches only ever last a few days, a few weeks, at most. If it’s not that, then they have a much more serious problem on their hands. So, the obvious first step is the tricorder, which she brings out again to begin scanning Deanna.

“We weren't brought here by Q, but it was a being of a similar nature. Or at least, so I believe.”

[counselled]

The whole thing is concerning to Deanna, who doesn't feel any different than she had previously. At least, not physically. Her abilities are still working as they should. She can read Beverly perfectly. What isn't working is everything else. Memory, time. If she has been here, she doesn't remember it. And she can tell that Beverly isn't lying. While comforting, that also brings up other questions.

"So you believe?" Deanna echoes, gently prodding for more information. "You mean you don't know? What other being would have this sort of power? And what is its purpose?"