dangerous games

[thedoctordances]

After a day or two of nursing a hangover, and several days of writing up the patient care plan for Glitch, and another day or two of attempted woodworking, Dr. Beverly Crusher had had it with the tropics. It was at least something that she hadn't ended up sanding her hand off--she was used to places with limited economies, but there was always a

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[notquitekang]

The Vision watched in amazement as the woman fired her weapons at the marked targets. It seemed almost a blessing to him that she was using some sort of exotic weaponry, which told him immediately that the novelty of this island was beginning to wear off. He was prepared to return to New York, hopefully returned to his synthezoid form instead of this new one that Tabula Rasa had decided to don him with.

He noticed as she went through the motions of her target practice that she seemed to hesitate upon firing, the hallmark of either someone with little practice with such a weapon, or a pacifist. It was then that he noticed her eyes upon him.

"That is a remarkable weapon you have," he told the woman informatively.

[thedoctordances]

Looking at the man over her shoulder, Beverly smiled tentatively. "Standard issue," she said, casually, then seemed to reconsider. "Though I guess it would be somewhat different, around here."

She had subtly flicked on the safety as she turned, having cued it to her thumbprint before even leaving the house. "You're used to ballistic weapons?"

[notquitekang]

"I would assume so," he affirmed as he made his way off the path and closer to her. He stopped a few feet from her and wiped a bit of sweat that was forming there. "Yes, I am. I trained with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. in the use of such weapons, though I do not think you would know what those organizations are."

[thedoctordances]

Something about him slightly disarmed her, until she realized what it was--he wasn't using contractions. Either a non-native Standard speaker, or...well, she'd only known one person who had that particular speech pattern, and he was dead.

"I'm afraid not," she said, giving him an apologetic smile. "I guess you haven't heard of the United Federation of Planets, either."

[heartliketin]

Cain had rested for just about as damn long as he could possibly rest before he needed a stretch of his legs. The sweats had stopped a while back and Gene had done a damn good job repairing the damage, even it had taken longer than he wanted. Cain had found himself a replacement button-down while the other sat to be mended and it was then that he found the Doc.

One arm hung a little limper than the other, but not noticeably so. "Not bad," he appraised.

[thedoctordances]

Beverly gave Cain a bit of a smile. "Thanks, Cain," she said. "I'm out of practice. Back on ship I did this kind of thing once every fortnight, but now..." She shrugged. "After all those things I heard about dinosaurs, I'd rather not be rusty."

[heartliketin]

"I don't think they're meant to be in the habit of sneaking into our rooms at night," he noted, leaning against the nearest hard surface just casually. "That all you're preparing for?"

[thedoctordances]

"That and anything else dangerous, all things considered," Beverly said. "Why? I'd think you'd be all for being prepared. Very Boy Scout."

God, and Cain was one hell of a Boy Scout.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

Dale wasn't out for a run, not at this time of day, but he was still heading down the same paths and spotted Beverly without much difficulty once he saw the first pulse go off. He didn't intend to lurk; he liked to think of it more as studying the weapon.

"Well, isn't that something," he said when she finally spotted him.

[thedoctordances]

Beverly turned, slightly surprised. "Dale!" she said, and smiled at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you right away. Too damned focused on making this thing work."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Understandable, under the circumstances," he said, daring to get closer now that he knew he wouldn't be in the line of fire. "Were the mangoes being a nuisance?"

[thedoctordances]

"Not as of yet, but if I have one more mango fruit salad for lunch, they might be." Beverly turned off the phaser and put it in the pocket of her jacket. "I just thought I should get some practice in. In case it became necessary."

[abbysciuto]

Abby knew what a phaser was from TV, even knew the sounds of a phaser, but seeing someone fire one on the island? Not really something that usually happened.

She stood quietly, watching Beverly take out some very dangerous mangoes. She didn't blame Beverly at all...by this point she thought they all wanted to commit mangocide.

When she turned, Abby held her hands up in the classic "Don't Shoot!" pose. "Hey Dr. C. Is this target practice or working out issues with mangoes?

[thedoctordances]

"Hey, Abby," Beverly said, and laughed quietly. "The former. I couldn't think of anything the appropriate size that would be safe to shoot. Not like we have a lot of tinny cans."

Yes, she needed a little more 20th century brush up work.

[abbysciuto]

Abby chuckled. It was sort of like dealing with Ziva. Normally the English was just fine, but occasionally something got lost in translation.

"Tin cans," she corrected cheerfully. "And no, we don't have a lot of them. If you asked one of the kitchen staff nicely they might put the few we have aside for you or something, but mangoes are plentiful, so why not? You just gotta watch out for flying mango mush, but that's where the distance between you and the target is useful."

"You're good with that, though. I wouldn't wanna be on the other end of that beam of light or energy or whatever."

[thedoctordances]

"Never seem to run out of them," Beverly agreed. "That'd throw everyone for a loop, wouldn't it? Running out of mangoes." She let loose on the next fruit in question. "Thanks, but this is set on Level One. It'd maybe throw you for a moment, make your stomach upset for an hour. Mangoes just happen to be squishy."