healing hands and meditation

[ethnobotany]

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

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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.

Comments

[ethnobotany]

"As much as possible, yes," Beverly admits. "I've gotten to know the other staff members, so I hope to be able to help them if I'm needed." She hopes she never will be needed, not because she doesn't like her job, but because she doesn't want anyone to be hurt enough to need a doctor. She's an idealist at heart, though she also understands the reality of a situation like this. Sooner or later someone will need medical care and she's always ready to give that.

"So what do you do with your days here?"

[scepterschild]

Wanda lifted her shoulders in a dismissive shrug. "I help where I can." She didn't actually know what she did here. Some days she spent a great deal of time thinking though Clint would usually force her to stop.

"Finding materials, paroling, cooking at the inn." It varied depending on the day. She wasn't a creature of habit. Habits meant admitting that she was stuck here.

[ethnobotany]

"We'll add gardening to that as soon as we can, once you're a little more comfortable with it." If Wanda doesn't have much of an idea of what to do in a day or where to make her routine, Beverly thinks it can't hurt to give her more ideas and ways to find something she does like. Then again Beverly likes having a lot to do during the day. She doesn't overwork herself, but she also doesn't let her mind run away with her.

"Though it sounds like you've got some things to keep you busy already."

[scepterschild]

Wanda tried to keep herself busy if it was possible. It was the only thing that kept her distracted. "I do." She replied in an easy tone. "I should be going." Mostly because she'd told Clint she'd be right back and she didn't want him to have to go looking for her.

"We can talk more later."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly nods in response, her smile warm and easy. "Have a good day, then. I'll look forward to it." But she won't keep Wanda any longer and instead will turn back to what she was doing for now.