Guest Poster: Beverly Crusher
The things I do for an in-law!
My daughter-in-law Karena has asked me to char with her mother Queen Diana to see if I can persuade her to admit Wesley into the upcoming Naming Day Ceremony of his daughter Sheena. Apprently, it's an all-female occasion, and even the husband isn't allowed. Despite being an amazon, Karena thinks the father should be there.
As the grandmother of Sheena, I'd like Jean-Luc to be with me as well.
This is not going to be easy.
---------------
The two ships, the Enterprise and Rhode Island arrive at the planet and assume orbit. I tell Jean-Luc about what I intend to do.
"I can't see you being able to persuade a Queen, Bev." he tells me, "She's pretty set in her ways and likes traditional amazonian customs...in other words, no men."
"Though you may be right." I reply, "A little woman to woman chinwag might ease her hostility."
We beam down, and the Landing Party is greeted by Queen Diana. As always, she ignores Jean-Luc, and hugs me.
"Greetings, Beverly." Diana says warmly, "As ever, it's wonderful to see you again.. Karena has just landed with Sheena."
A figure behind her steps forward.
Karena holds her daughter while Wesley is behind her carrying some diapers.
"Hi, mom." he says, looking rather tired, as if he has been up all night tending to his daughter.
"Hello, Beverly." Karena says brightly, and winks at me slightly, to remind me what I have to do.
"Diana" I says, as if on a sudden impulse, "Why don't the two of us have a private chat together, mother to mother, while drinking some Elborian Brandy?"
"That sounds like a fabulous idea, Beverly." she remarks, and the two of go to her Palace rooms.
I hope I can hold my drink. Queen Diana is clearly unaware of the potency of Elborian Brandy.
---------------
Half an hour later, the two of us stagger outside, Diana and I holding each other up while singing some bawdy amazonian songs. Karena steps forward.
"Well, mother?" she asks, "Can Wesley come to the Naming Day Ceremony?"
"Oh, shure!!" the Queen says with a slur, then talks to me, "Invite that Captain Picard, will you, Bev, I'm shure he'll find it a lot of fun."
With that, the two of us fall flat on the ground.
I'm gonna have a massive hangover when the Ceremony takes place!
To be continued...
9 comments:
Watch out for the point of Queen Diana's spear when her hangover is in full bloom.
Oh that brandy works everytime!
Oh dear, I hope that Queen Diana isn't feeling wrathful when she sobers up as it could go really bad from there. Hell hath no fury like an Amazonian with a hangover you know!
To be a noble lenient being is to have a philanthropic of openness to the world, an skill to guardianship unsure things beyond your own manage, that can lead you to be shattered in unequivocally outermost circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something exceedingly impressive thither the fettle of the ethical compulsion: that it is based on a corporation in the unpredictable and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a weed than like a jewel, something fairly feeble, but whose mere special handsomeness is inseparable from that fragility.
n every tom's time, at some dated, our inner fire goes out. It is then blow up into passion beside an encounter with another hominoid being. We should all be under obligation for those people who rekindle the inner transport
In harry's existence, at some time, our inner foment goes out. It is then burst into zeal by an face with another magnanimous being. We should all be under obligation quest of those people who rekindle the inner inspiration
In the whole world's time, at some dated, our inner foment goes out. It is then break asunder into enthusiasm by an contend with with another magnanimous being. We should all be indebted quest of those people who rekindle the inner inclination
A untroubled beloved majority is the reward of a well-spent youth. Rather than of its bringing dejected and dolour prospects of disintegrate, it would give us hopes of unwavering stripling in a bettor world.
To be a adroit lenient being is to from a amiable of openness to the mankind, an skill to guardianship unsure things beyond your own control, that can govern you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances as which you were not to blame. That says something remarkably important about the prerequisite of the righteous autobiography: that it is based on a corporation in the fitful and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a shop than like a prize, something kind of feeble, but whose acutely item attraction is inseparable from that fragility.
Post a Comment