Party!

I'm throwing an April Fool's Day party over at sages_of_chaos. All are invited. Except my son, because he had *better* things to do than hang out with his *dad* on my favorite holiday, so fine, I can throw a *much* better party than the one *he* went to.

Asking Jesus for shoes, or my best prank on humans ever.

OOC: Crossposted from realmof_themuse today.
2009.13 D.1. Asking Jesus for shoes.

So we're in the 20th century because I really, really love making Picard feel like he's teetering on the brink of annihilating the timeline; he loves his history, he loves traveling back in time to *see* history, and he hates himself for loving it because he's always absolutely sure he's gonna step on a butterfly and make humanity go extinct. And for the past couple of days, Picard has alternated between whining at me that this isn't safe and he needs to go back to his own time and RETURN ME TO MY SHIP, Q, RIGHT NOW, and staring around him in absolute wonderment at how completely alien to his sensibilities his own species was just a mere 300 years ago... and then when he catches me looking at him doing it, pretending that he's not that impressed and he really just wants to go home.

It gets old. So I leave him to his own devices for a while, with a wallet full of 20th century cash and credit cards. And if he thought he was unnerved by having me walk around with him and snark at the pitiful state of 20th century humanity, he's even *more* unnerved when I'm not there to be his guide, and it's up to him to NOT CHANGE THE TIMELINE ONE TINY BIT and of course he has no idea how to go about *not* changing the timeline because he doesn't know what's important. So it's Sunday morning, and he's trying to keep a low profile, and he decides to go hide out in a church because it's a good way to kill a few hours without actually interacting with people in any way that could change anything.

( He really should have known better. )

Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Next Generation

Time to publicly humiliate my little brother! This is gonna be fun.

OOC: Crossposted from theatrical_muse, today.
Hey there! Lemme introduce myself here; I'm not your usual Q. 'Fraid he's off at a party. So today you get me instead! Fun, huh?

See, Q... well, the Q who usually writes in this, uh, journal whatsit thingy? That's what you call it, right? Anyway, he sorta lost a bet to me. Since he's away at an April Fool's day party, and the idea of totally humiliating him on his favorite mortal holiday is, mmm, surprisingly appealing, I'm collecting on the bet we made now. So now I get to tell you about one of the episodes in his life that he was never, ever gonna tell you guys, due to the sheer embarrassment factor. And since I'm, y'know, omniscient and all, I'm going to tell it to ya like a real story, in third person and everything. The thing about being a Q that's really great when you're not on the wrong side of it, and really awful when you are, is that we know every embarrassing secret that ever happened to any of us, in full technicolor detail and usually from the perspective of everyone who was in the room at the time. So I'm gonna tell this story from the perspective of the human in it, 'cause most of you are human, or almost human, and besides, it's *much* funnier this way.

( Embarrassing the hell out of other Q for fun and profit... naah, I'm lying, there's no profit in this. It's just fun. Oh, by the way, adult content here. Shield the kiddies. )

And that, pals, is the story that Q was never gonna tell you. Since Ben Sisko punched him in the nose, I think he's been rejected now by every starship captain you people have ever heard of besides Archer, and I don't think he's gonna go for Archer. He has *some* standards.

Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Next Generation, Original Series and Voyager