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[thedoctordances]

Something was up, and the reason Beverly Crusher knew something was up was because people were talking about it, and because she had felt...odd. When she'd run into Nancy in the morning, she'd gone on and on in response to 'did you sleep well?' with a long monologue about the dream she'd had in which monkeys had taken over the clinic and were

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[dale_cooper_fbi]

Because Dale passed by the clinic on the way to the Council office, he was in the habit of greeting whoever was on shift at any given time. Seeing as at this particular time it was Beverly, he not only gave her a wave but made his way into the clinic to say hello.

"Hopefully you won't be cooped up in here all day."

[thedoctordances]

"Hello, Dale!" Beverly said, almost remarkably cheerful for that hour. "It is nice weather isn't it, I thought that when I got up this morning. Did I tell you Nancy Botwin and I have a hut? Then again I'd expect you'd know that what with Council information--you gave a very good speech the other day."

She paused, looking from side to side. "Huh. It's got me."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Much appreciated," said Dale, and it was nice to have something good happen, since the day hadn't exactly started out well. "I did, in fact, know about the hut. Are you involved?"

[thedoctordances]

"With the hut or the Council or the talking everyone's ear off?" Beverly asked. "Because the hut is yes, because it's clearly mine, and the Council I plan to vote for of course, but I won't tell you who, and the talking, well, that seems to be Tell Everyone The Truth weekend, and I anticipate someone will probably come in with bruised knuckles or a black eye."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"I meant to ask if you were involved with Nancy, though I appreciate the answers to the rest," said Dale. "Information will always be welcome." Apparently it was Tell Everyone The Truth weekend, and Dale knew a couple of people who'd already been broken by it.

[thedoctordances]

Beverly stared at Dale, then started laughing. "Oh god, no. No, I'm not with Nancy. Not in the sense of romantically. She offered space in her forthcoming hut and I said 'sure, why not', because it's pretty damn funny that the two Island widows have a little place with a porch and rocking chairs. No cats, though. Yet."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Given the reproductive rates of a large number of the pets on the island, I'm sure you could be cat ladies before long if that's what you really wanted," said Dale. "But I'm fairly certain you have better things to do with your time."

[thedoctordances]

"Not that many better things," Beverly noted. "We could end up very well engaging in experimental genetics with the island cats--in a humane way, of course."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Of course," said Dale. "Besides, there are way too many other scientists with nothing better to do to let some unethical research go on unchecked. People with too much time on their hands will always be found poking their nose into other people's business."

[thedoctordances]

"I never thought I'd be subject to peer review as a castaway on a tropical island," said Beverly, thoughtfully. "If we had enough paper supplies, we could print a journal that no one would read."