cosmicsommers | beverly crusher

Entry tags:

beverly crusher

active
name: • beverly crusher, md
nicknames: • beverly, doctor crusher, doctor beverly
age: • 51
date of birth: • october 13, 2324
eyes: • blue
hair: • red / blonde
height: • 5'10
canon: • star trek: tng
occupation: • chief medical officer of the enterprise
hometown: • copernicus city, luna
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Code by

bannertech.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Sometime after Kirk sends out his daily check in texts to the crew, McCoy musters up the will to send one of his own. Not to Kirk, not to Chekov, just to Dr. Crusher.

He figures it's long overdue they spend a little time alone, away from the crazy life in Zelien, and the crazy people they're trapped with here. ]

Did you grab breakfast yet? I think I'm gonna die if I don't get some coffee in the next 30 mins.

[ it's a bit of a surprise to see doctor mccoy sending her a communique, but she isn't going to complain. it's about time anyway. cmo bonding, etc. ]

I was thinking of doing that right now. Think they have croissants to go with the coffee?

[ it's laughable. the question is the dumbest thing. but she's missed her morning coffee and croissants with jean-luc, so in the spirit of keeping things a little lighter than normal, she has to ask. ]

I don't know. But with our luck, they'd probably be stale. [ Because this place is horrible like that. McCoy's not going to get his hopes up. At this point, he'd be happy to have anything that wasn't canned or corn, and that's just a tragedy in itself.

At least he'll have good company, though. That'll make breakfast a little more bearable. ]

Meet you the kitchens in 10.

[ it's too bad he can't hear her laugh on the other end because it's so true and she will always love his grumpiness. it's cute. ]

Very true. In any case, I'll be right there.

[ and she will be. ten minutes isn't too long, but it's long enough for both of them to get there. once she arrives, she heads straight towards getting coffee set up, even if she has to make it herself. and as soon as she spots doctor mccoy, she smiles warmly, if a bit teasingly. ]

Good morning.

[ Bones takes almost the entirety of those ten minutes to drag his ass downstairs. He had to change clothes, make sure his hair looked okay — he's gonna have to hunt for some more hairgel, this is just ridiculous — and head to the bathroom to wash his face.

Ugh. He really should have got up a little earlier to shave — he looks awful. Hopefully Dr. Crusher won't mind. ]

Mornin'. [ He grumbles back, matching her cheery smile with a tired frown. Before he could say anything else, he makes a beeline for the cupboards, hoping there might be a box of dried cereal or oatmeal or something left on the shelves.

There wasn't. The man sighs. ] I'm gonna be stuck eatin' canned pears for the rest of my miserable life...

[ beverly doesn't mind at all. in a place like this, being a little rough comes with the territory. besides, she's pretty sure it just adds to his looks.

not that she's looking.

she's nice enough to let him get a cup of coffee in his system before she starts actively talking to him, though. she's got the coffee ready at least, holding out a cup for him with one of her own in her hand. coffee first. ~~croissants~~ canned pears later. ]

It's better than some other options. [ like creamed corn. come on, creamed corn for breakfast would be the worst. she'll take the pears, thanks. ]

Come on, drink up. At least get a little coffee in your system before I start talking your ear off.

[ Another sigh. He knows it's big step up from the creamed corn fiasco from earlier, but it's still not ideal. Where's the fresh fruit, bread? Would it kill someone to get some cold milk down here, once in a blue moon?

He turns away from the shelf, just as his lips begin to curl into a disdainful frown. A look goes from her to the coffee cup she's holding, and even though it doesn't get rid of the sour-faced look of his, it does perk up his posture a bit.

He takes the cup graciously from her, muttering a low thanks before taking a long sip. ]

I just saw you yesterday, I don't know how you could have that much to talk about. [ Not that he minds. He just pretends he does. ]

[ even in the grumpy morning, he still manages to be cute and amusing. she takes a sip of her own coffee, a gentle smile crossing her face as she watches him over the rim of her cup. ]

Well, I know we don't have the gossip train we would on a starship or even at Starfleet Medical, but I could always start talking about the frogs in the lab.

[ if there's one way to get him to grumble, it's mentioning the frogs. ]

[Mark often seeks out Beverly, on days when he wishes company. Anne is his first call, to be certain, but Beverly...she make him feel safe, and happy. More to the point, she makes him feel like maybe he belongs in this strange place, that he has friends here.

He has his violin, he always does, and as soon as he sees her, smiles and walks over with a wave. ]

Ah, there you are.

[ she certainly considers him to be one of her friends now and he's one of the people who knows her dancing secret. that means a lot considering how tightly she holds that one.

so when she spots him, a smile crosses her face in turn. ]

Hello, there. How are you today?

[ he's got his violin, but that seems to be as much a part of him as her medkit is a part of her. it's hanging by its strap from her shoulder, just as it always is. these things never leave their sides. ]

[He's all smiles, he always is. ]

I cannot complain. It is a beautiful day, people seem content, there is a lot to be happy about. And how are you, my friend?

[ his smile is cute, she thinks, his happiness contagious. she can't help smiling in return. ]

I'm all right. I haven't had a medical emergency in a while. I think it's been a good day. Do you have any plans for a day like today?

[It's an important skill of a good courtier. ]

That is always a sign of a good day. As for myself, I was going to sit in the temple and play a little.

[ he does it very well. ]

Anything in particular on your mind? And if you ask me to dance...

[ she lets the sentence trail off teasingly. for him and only for him, or perhaps cinna or carol, would she be willing to dance later. ]

Not just at the moment, I was going to play whatever came to mind.

[He casts her a sly smile, all the same. ]

But I would never turn down such a chance as to ask you to dance, my friend.

[ her lips twist upwards. ]

Not where everyone can see. That was a one-time deal.

[ well, if he twists her arm a little, she might be inclined to fake that she's learning. after all, her proper dance shoes aren't with her... that'll be her excuse. she does miss dancing, but that stupid nickname... she really doesn't want it cropping up again, ever. ]

I suppose I can agreed to a private dance, for proprieties sake.

[There's a light teasing to his tone, but he means it. Her company is the most important factor to him, here. ]

[ beverly's smile takes on a hint of gratitude to go with her amusement and equal teasing. she appreciates his willingness to indulge her and keep her secret safe. perhaps someday she'll tell him why it's such a big deal to her. ]

We could try the training gym or outside for a short period. Not many people venture to the front of the temple at this time of the year.

[And he would listen and understand. ]

Then that sounds perfect. Shall we?

Let me grab my shoes and I'll meet you outside in five?

[ she doesn't really know what style she'll feel like dancing, but better to have her tap shoes and not need them. at least they're just inside her room. it won't take her long. ]

I shall be there.

[And when she is ready, he'll be waiting outside for her, playing a little tune, as usual. ]

[ she doesn't have her tap shoes on when she approaches; they're in her hands. a smile crosses her face as she stops, taking in the little tune he's playing. it's always so nice to hear him play, for any reason. ]

I suppose I'll have to dance alone? [ she teases warmly. ] Can't convince you to join me?

[He laughs, putting his violin down. ]

Oh no, you can always convince me to join you my dear friend. I would like nothing more.

[Gonna give a little bow, offering his hand. ]

[ she sets her tap shoes off to the side, smiling as she takes his hand and rests her other on his shoulder. ]

Well, then, in that case, I'll follow your lead.

[ she can lead and follow perfectly. either role suits her. ]

So what have you been doing lately aside from playing your violin at every hour and now dancing with me?

[He easily moves into a waltz, happy to take the lead, if only for a short time.]

The Queen does keep me rather busy. She plans a lot of events, and I need to be there to see them to fruition.

[ beverly is quite happy to follow and easily does so, stepping after his lead as though she's done this all her life. it's practically true. ]

She does have a lot of ideas and I know you are very important to each of them. The masquerade was a wonderful event, but I know you must have had a lot to do. Were these events common where you're from?

They were. It was important that the King and Queen showed their willingness to converse with others. Visiting nobles, dignitaries and all manner of other guest needed to be entertained, as well as anyone in court that particular day. It was not acceptable for people to become...bored.

I guess diplomacy hasn't changed in a couple hundred years. [ she remembers well the ambassadorial party she was attending at home before her recent memory update. ]

We were throwing an ambassadorial party at home recently and it was... quite interesting. Our guest delegates ended up placing a headdress of beads on my captain's head. That I really wish I had a picture of.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

beverly crusher

exitvoid ▶ text

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Doop doop Teleios

:D

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject