it's like playing the lottery with you ( OPEN )

[ethnobotany]

WHO: Beverly Crusher
WHERE: hospital, House 20, Inn
WHEN: Nov 4th and onward
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: will update as needed

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hospital - Nov 4th

Of all the things Beverly had expected to find in the hospital, it wasn't a red, sealed envelope. She was alone in one of the rooms, looking through their supplies. She'd turned around to pick something up and there it was on a table. It hadn't been there before. Frowning, she hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out to pick the envelope up and turn it over. It has a wax seal with the same insignia as the one on her backpack. Not a very comforting thought.

Slitting it open doesn't seem to produce any terrible consequences and she pulls out the letter inside. She doesn't really know what she's expecting, but this sort of letter, or these instructions, definitely weren't on the list. A frown crosses her face, one definitely of disgust and confusion.

"What in the world...?"

House 20 - Nov 4th-5th

As soon as she gets back to the house on the 4th, she builds up a nice fire and tosses the envelope and its letter inside. Whatever the Observers might want of her, she isn't about to obey. That isn't the type of person she is. When it reappears in her room, again when she's alone, on the 5th, she does the same thing again.

"Whatever you want, it's not going to happen."

She stands over the fire with her arms crossed, watching the paper curl and burn, until it's all a mess of ash and fire and she can't tell what is fire and what was letter.

Inn - Nov 6th

Eventually, she ends up at the Inn, throwing the next letter into the fire there, on the off chance that it was somehow the fire that meant it came back. Unfortunately for her, that doesn't seem to have much effect either, so she spends most of the 6th looks really put out and actually more than a little unsettled. Somewhere towards the end of the day, she returns with another, flops into a chair, and stares at the red letter she's set on the table. What do they want?

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[scepterschild]

Wanda looked down at the paper as it burned in the fire. It made perfect sense to her. It was a test, just like everything else here was. They were trying to see who would turn on each other and who wouldn't.

"You might not be the only one receiving these letters." She thought aloud as she turned to look at Beverly. "You should watch your things. We all should."

[ethnobotany]

The idea hadn't exactly occurred to her just yet, but it makes sense. Much as she wishes it wouldn't. She glances up at Wanda, concern written all across her face. "I hope it doesn't come to that."

Not that she has anything of real value at the moment. She hasn't been a resident long enough and she's never been the material value sort of person. Her value is in the people around her and always has been. Having the people taken away from her or hurt in any way would do her much more harm than simply the theft of an item.

[scepterschild]

The only thing that Wanda had of value was the dog, Arado, which technically belonged to Clint. Either way, she didn't want to see him or anything else stolen because of a stupid letter that was sent by their captors. Who would trust the people who brought them here? She was sure that someone in the village would and she wanted to be more careful.

As it was, the last few days have been difficult for Wanda. She has tried not to show it but she keeps forgetting things. Simple things about the village. Something was happening but she didn't know what it was yet.

"I'll tell Clint to be on guard. You let Jean-Luc know." There was something in Wanda's gaze when she mentioned that Beverly talk to Jean-Luc. Yeah, she knew what was up and didn't understand why the two didn't just admit that they liked each other. It was a rare thing, more so here, and they should embrace it.

[ethnobotany]

"I will." For right now, Beverly ignores the look in Wanda's eyes by staring back at the dying fire. She hasn't been willing to actually face that elephant in the room just yet. A lot still stands between her and Jean-Luc. Facing it means facing a lot of long-standing trauma. She's already turned him down once over it and she'd thought that would be it, that they would never quite be ready to explore anything further than their friendship. The night they'd been caught cuddling by the fire changed a lot of things for her and now even she isn't sure where they stand.

Or where she wants them to stand.

"Things are complicated between us, Wanda. They always have been," she finally says as the fire spits one last time and dies fully. She doesn't bother explaining who she means. There's no need.