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sixthiterationlogs2017-04-10 04:56 pm
ethnobotany) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-04-10 04:56 pm
healing hands and meditation
WHO: Beverly Crusher
WHERE: around House #15, the hospital, wandering around town
WHEN: April 10th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD, will update as needed
STATUS: Open
Beverly has been a resident of this tiny little village for less than a month and she wouldn't be able to say that she has settled in by any stretch of the imagination. By now she has claimed an empty house and is starting to figure out a routine, the latter of which is by far the only real settling she's actually done since she got here. The last thing she wants to do is get complacent here. Not that she really thinks she can, given how much she misses the Enterprise's crew already.
So today starts out as normal. She hunts for herbs that might be around to stockpile or use. Naturally, she can't help muttering about wanting several others that don't grow here. The supply on Caldos had been much better than this one, even on Arvada III during that disaster. Still, it's better than nothing and she knows better than to complain too loudly. If Q really is involved, he might take that as a challenge.
About mid-morning sees her cleaning her new house as best she can. She might be from a very, very distant future than most of the people and equipment here, but that doesn't mean she can't get down and dirty. Every so often she takes a break outside, looking around the property for a good place to think about starting a garden.
After she's had enough cleaning, she takes to wandering the village. She pays a special visit to the hospital, to check up on which of her colleagues is around and catch up with them, as well as the fountain, too see if there's anyone who might need to get pulled out of the water.
Late in the day, closer towards evening, she can be found out by her house again practicing Mok'bara, which looks like some kind of intricate and very slow full-body dance. It's not much of a dance and if anyone tries to interrupt her physically, she may or may not slide into using the techniques she's practicing as they were intended: as martial arts.
WHERE: around House #15, the hospital, wandering around town
WHEN: April 10th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD, will update as needed
STATUS: Open
Beverly has been a resident of this tiny little village for less than a month and she wouldn't be able to say that she has settled in by any stretch of the imagination. By now she has claimed an empty house and is starting to figure out a routine, the latter of which is by far the only real settling she's actually done since she got here. The last thing she wants to do is get complacent here. Not that she really thinks she can, given how much she misses the Enterprise's crew already.
So today starts out as normal. She hunts for herbs that might be around to stockpile or use. Naturally, she can't help muttering about wanting several others that don't grow here. The supply on Caldos had been much better than this one, even on Arvada III during that disaster. Still, it's better than nothing and she knows better than to complain too loudly. If Q really is involved, he might take that as a challenge.
About mid-morning sees her cleaning her new house as best she can. She might be from a very, very distant future than most of the people and equipment here, but that doesn't mean she can't get down and dirty. Every so often she takes a break outside, looking around the property for a good place to think about starting a garden.
After she's had enough cleaning, she takes to wandering the village. She pays a special visit to the hospital, to check up on which of her colleagues is around and catch up with them, as well as the fountain, too see if there's anyone who might need to get pulled out of the water.
Late in the day, closer towards evening, she can be found out by her house again practicing Mok'bara, which looks like some kind of intricate and very slow full-body dance. It's not much of a dance and if anyone tries to interrupt her physically, she may or may not slide into using the techniques she's practicing as they were intended: as martial arts.
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"So I can tell," Beverly replies wryly. "It hasn't been easy to get used to. I'm guessing you're used to having more than can be found here, too?"
Though, to be fair, she's leaving off the part where books, actual books with paper and ink, are something of a priceless treasure in her time. Most records are kept on computers now, leaving a lot of books for archaeologists and collectors like Jean-Luc. There's a reason he has a large book in a glass case in his ready room.
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She shrugged her shoulders before continuing, "I've managed to get some papers and ink but that's it so far as I have. I'm starting to get the feeling we should just write our own books, but I'm neither that desperate or creative. Yet, anyway."
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"We could always start writing what we already know," Beverly suggests, thinking back to Helen's idea of writing up a medical journal. "Sometimes it's nice to have reference material. Not exactly the best for reading yourself, but that's where lending comes in."
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Tina shook her head, settling on peering beyond the woman's shoulder as her lips formed a thin line. "Almost wonder what anyone here before had against books of all things," She added lightly.
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"Or maybe it wasn't them," she points out carefully. "Maybe it was whoever brought us here. The people who lived here might have enjoyed books just as much as we do, but books have knowledge. Power. Those who have power over us might not want to share it."
It's a bit of a scary thought, something that one might not think she, of all people, would point out. Beverly might be an idealist, but she understands the way things work, even if she doesn't particularly like it. This seems like just the sort of thing a powerful enemy might think of.
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She tucked a strand of hair away, the creases on her forehead deepening. The other woman is not wrong, of course, they've already made so many of them powerless compared to what they were before. It was difficult enough to find any books on dealing with the environment here, though she knew some existed in the school house.
"It's a possibility," She conceeds with a shake of her head, "though I'm not necessarily certain I believe children's books would provide much in the way of a revolt." The Wizard's Flapping Cape, after all, had always been a silly bedtime story more than anything thought provoking. Even the Tales of the Bard, though interesting, were not a cause to draw from to try and escape.
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"Maybe not for you, but it might for someone else," she points out instead. "You never know what someone else's perspective might pick up from something simple like that. Some of our children's stories were very educational."
Of course she's thinking more along the lines of holoprograms than books, but they equate out to about the same thing. They're stories that teach lessons and most children seem to really enjoy them.
"Besides, it's hard to say one way or the other what someone in charge of a place like this might or might not approve of," she continues with a shrug. "Something doesn't have to be educational to be banned, just something they don't like, for whatever reason."