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sixthiterationlogs2017-08-16 08:58 pm
ethnobotany) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-08-16 08:58 pm
i wear my heart on my shirt
WHO: Beverly Crusher
WHERE: The Inn, her house, fountain square, the spring
WHEN: August 15-20
OPEN TO: every section is OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of: death, terrorist attacks, being held hostage. She'll be having delirious flashbacks and I'll update warnings as needed based on threads.
August 15th is mostly a normal day for Beverly. The luncheon is nice, the only difference to her day. Otherwise, she spends the day at the hospital doing her duty or at her house, working in the garden or inside. It's while she's in the garden that she begins to notice how... off she feels. It isn't much at first, though she wobbles a bit when she tries to move and can often be found leaning over with her hands on her thighs and her eyes closed. Sometimes she's even very obviously leaning against the fence itself for support, and she isn't entirely sure she can manage to make it through.
Eventually, she manages to get back into the house. Just inside the door, she calls out, "Jean-Luc―" and falls to her knees on the floor.
The 16th hits her hard. Visitors may be welcome to stop by while she's sick, but she may or may not be lucid. During those lucid moments, she's chilled and feverish and very obviously ill, but she can at least hold a decent conversation. When she isn't lucid... less than pleasant may not accurately describe her condition. She paces when she can pull herself out of bed, and when Jean-Luc will allow her to. While stuck in bed, she rolls and tosses, not entirely aware of her surroundings, and can be heard mentioning something called the "Ansata" or "Cardassians" with a tone of distate mixed with fear. Someone lucky might even hear "Q" in a tone of quiet loathing. The unlucky may hear something else in a tone of cold and very real fear: "It's the Borg."
Early on the 17th, she starts escaping. It's never for long, but any time Jean-Luc needs to use the bathroom or make tea or food or check on her garden or even closes his eyes for half a second she takes the opportunity to flee. She's fast for someone who's as ill as she is. Clearly there's a lot of built-up energy inside her. Either that or she's literally running on empty and will drop to the ground in the next instant. Either way, she ends up in places like the Inn or fountain square. One time, she even makes it to the spring, where she ends up cooling herself off by swallowing a bit of it at some point. By the end of the day, she's back in bed.
For the 18th and 19th, she stays in bed for any visitors who might want to come by again, but this time Jean-Luc is stricter about her confinement. It's just as well, though she isn't in any frame of mind and hasn't the strength to escape again. By the 20th she has miraculously recovered and after lunch, she heads back to the Inn to see if she can find anyone who visited or might have heard that she was ill so she can reassure them that she's fine.
WHERE: The Inn, her house, fountain square, the spring
WHEN: August 15-20
OPEN TO: every section is OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of: death, terrorist attacks, being held hostage. She'll be having delirious flashbacks and I'll update warnings as needed based on threads.
August 15th is mostly a normal day for Beverly. The luncheon is nice, the only difference to her day. Otherwise, she spends the day at the hospital doing her duty or at her house, working in the garden or inside. It's while she's in the garden that she begins to notice how... off she feels. It isn't much at first, though she wobbles a bit when she tries to move and can often be found leaning over with her hands on her thighs and her eyes closed. Sometimes she's even very obviously leaning against the fence itself for support, and she isn't entirely sure she can manage to make it through.
Eventually, she manages to get back into the house. Just inside the door, she calls out, "Jean-Luc―" and falls to her knees on the floor.
The 16th hits her hard. Visitors may be welcome to stop by while she's sick, but she may or may not be lucid. During those lucid moments, she's chilled and feverish and very obviously ill, but she can at least hold a decent conversation. When she isn't lucid... less than pleasant may not accurately describe her condition. She paces when she can pull herself out of bed, and when Jean-Luc will allow her to. While stuck in bed, she rolls and tosses, not entirely aware of her surroundings, and can be heard mentioning something called the "Ansata" or "Cardassians" with a tone of distate mixed with fear. Someone lucky might even hear "Q" in a tone of quiet loathing. The unlucky may hear something else in a tone of cold and very real fear: "It's the Borg."
Early on the 17th, she starts escaping. It's never for long, but any time Jean-Luc needs to use the bathroom or make tea or food or check on her garden or even closes his eyes for half a second she takes the opportunity to flee. She's fast for someone who's as ill as she is. Clearly there's a lot of built-up energy inside her. Either that or she's literally running on empty and will drop to the ground in the next instant. Either way, she ends up in places like the Inn or fountain square. One time, she even makes it to the spring, where she ends up cooling herself off by swallowing a bit of it at some point. By the end of the day, she's back in bed.
For the 18th and 19th, she stays in bed for any visitors who might want to come by again, but this time Jean-Luc is stricter about her confinement. It's just as well, though she isn't in any frame of mind and hasn't the strength to escape again. By the 20th she has miraculously recovered and after lunch, she heads back to the Inn to see if she can find anyone who visited or might have heard that she was ill so she can reassure them that she's fine.
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"Did you just rest?" She had to know. She needed to know what else she could do to help Steve. Needed to know if there was something she wasn't doing right.
But she nodded and turned and headed over to the counter where she ordered them a pot of tea. She glanced over her shoulder at the woman, just making sure that she was still doing okay, because regardless of everything, she'd been sick and who knew how long it might linger without outward symptoms.
It didn't take long for the pot to be placed in front of her with a couple of cups and after thanking the server, she carried it all back to the table. She set the cups down and quickly poured them both some tea.
"I hope you don't mind Chamomile. I figured it would be the best, just in case," she explained before pushing the cup towards her. "Oh, and I'm Diana. I should have introduced myself before, I'm sorry."
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"A lot of it was resting, yes, but also keeping a compress on my forehead and having someone around to make sure my delusions weren't letting me escape too far." Poor Jean-Luc and Wanda and a few others had chased her down countless times. She'd given them all the runaround.
For as much as she might want to get up and help with the tea, she knows she isn't quite strong enough for an extended period and it won't hurt her to let someone else do things for her. Just this once. She smiles once the woman comes back with the tea and murmurs her own thanks.
"I like it just fine. Honestly, that will probably help the most. There's only so much mint a person can take." The last part is spoken with a slightly joking tone, meant as levity, for all that it's true. Mint seems to be the one thing they have in abundance and it only does so much.
"Beverly Crusher," she offers warmly. "I'm one of the doctors here." It's not very reassuring to hear that one of the doctors got this sick, but maybe the advice she's given will help.
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She'd really have to think about what she could actually do to try and help people if this happened again. Maybe she could grow a garden that had herbs and flowers and such that had medicinal purposes. She didn't know, she'd have to think on it and maybe talk to others and see what sort of things they had in place like that.
Diana chuckled and lifted her cup to take a sip of her tea. "I've only been able to handle mint so much myself. But my mother would make sure I had a cup of Chamomile tea when I was younger and not feeling very well. I guess it kind of stuck." Her smile faltered a bit as a sudden pang of homesickness struck. She truly missed her mother in times like these.
"It's an honor to meet you, Beverly. And it's good to know who to go to should I need medical treatment." It didn't worry her too much that she was sick, it happened. "I... I'm not quite sure what I am here. There doesn't seem to be much use here for what I did back where I come from."
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She takes note of the slight falter in Diana's gaze, but she doesn't press. They don't know each other nearly well enough for that just yet. Instead, she tilts her head curiously.
"What did you do back home?" she asks with interest. Maybe she can help Diana come up with something to work on here.
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"Back home, I worked at the Louvre as Curator for the Department of Antiquities." And a Superhero, but she kept that part to herself. She didn't have any of those powers now and while it was very disconcerting, it wasn't anything Diana was going to bother Beverly with. "I do not believe they have anything for that sort of career here."
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In her experience, people usually don't just do one thing all day, every day. Most people, herself included, have multiple interests, even if they don't use those interests in their actual careers. Sometimes even the most opposite interests have merit and work together, though, admittedly, she still has yet to use her love of acting in sickbay, but there's a first for everything!