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muse_academy, today.
Muse Name: Q
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Prompt Numbers:
Week 18.1.A - When have you sacrificed for something you really believe in?
18.1.C - If I had been the Virgin Mary, I would have said "No." - Margaret Smith
Title: Plan B
Warnings/Disclaimers: Up through the phrase "cease fire", all of the dialogue comes verbatim from the script for "The Q and the Grey". Everything after that is original, as is all the explanatory text around the dialogue.
This is an AU (well, obviously, but it's an AU to the version of Q I write in this journal as well), which belongs to a fanfic story arc.
Word Count: 2769 total; 2236 original
( How the plan got changed )
muse_academy, today.Muse Name: Q
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Prompt Numbers:
Week 18.1.A - When have you sacrificed for something you really believe in?
18.1.C - If I had been the Virgin Mary, I would have said "No." - Margaret Smith
Title: Plan B
Warnings/Disclaimers: Up through the phrase "cease fire", all of the dialogue comes verbatim from the script for "The Q and the Grey". Everything after that is original, as is all the explanatory text around the dialogue.
This is an AU (well, obviously, but it's an AU to the version of Q I write in this journal as well), which belongs to a fanfic story arc.
Word Count: 2769 total; 2236 original
( How the plan got changed )
OOC: Crossposted from theatrical_muse, today.
Prompt 272: Do you have any pets? Would you like some (more)? Why / why not?
Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do have some pets. Would you like to see pictures of my adorable pets? Trust me, they're cute.
( Three of my current pets. )
So those are my pets. Or at least my three favorite ones. Adorable, aren't they?
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and VOY
ETA: Aun is an OC created by Q's mun. She is represented here by the actress Sanaa Lathan.
theatrical_muse, today.Prompt 272: Do you have any pets? Would you like some (more)? Why / why not?
Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do have some pets. Would you like to see pictures of my adorable pets? Trust me, they're cute.
( Three of my current pets. )
So those are my pets. Or at least my three favorite ones. Adorable, aren't they?
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and VOY
ETA: Aun is an OC created by Q's mun. She is represented here by the actress Sanaa Lathan.
More silly questions
Feb. 10th, 2008 01:48 pmOOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 8/20/2006, 45 of 50.
I'm bored. Time to answer more silly questions!
( No, know, no. )
theatrical_muse from 8/20/2006, 45 of 50.I'm bored. Time to answer more silly questions!
( No, know, no. )
Ah, that was fun.
Feb. 10th, 2008 01:14 pmOOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 4/2/2006, 39 of 50.
I may have mentioned before that April Fools' Day is one of my favorite holidays. Humans are normally such a stuffy, serious race, attaching such tremendous weight and import to their silly little lives and customs. The fact that they have a holiday to celebrate trickery and misrule is simply delightful. So yesterday I took my son to the Renaissance (no, not the Renaissance Fair -- traveling in time to a holiday in a different year when it's *not* that day today is cheating, but traveling to a holiday in a different year when it's that holiday today is just good clean fun), where he actually managed to *not* get himself accused of witchcraft this time (to be fair, the people of the Renaissance weren't entirely sure they were unsophisticated enough to believe in witchcraft.) He played the role of a traveling magician and did a few very impressive tricks (well, impressive to mortals; to the Q they were about as remarkable as driving your car to the grocery store to get milk, but then again, in the Renaissance that *would* have been pretty impressive.)
After that, we dropped in on a former playmate of my son's -- admittedly, a not entirely willing former playmate. (When my son was a tad younger than he is now, he picked up on my fascination with humans, and particularly with a specific human starship captain, and snagged a human starship captain of his own to play with. Unfortunately, being a child, he wasn't exactly all that nice to his toys, so my not-yet-ex-then and I had to step in and take him back to the Continuum or he'd have killed the poor guy.) We turned their ship computer sentient and had it fall in love with the captain, infested their engine room with pink and chartreuse tribbles, and made the Vulcan science officer speak in iambic pentameter for the rest of the day. Good times, good times. The really funny part was when the starship captain figured out it was my son behind the whole thing, and gave him a stern talking-to, which included the line "Do your parents know where you are?" My son attempted to explain that I had actually *brought* him on this trip, but since I positively refused to manifest when he asked me to, it was a rather amusingly embarrassing situation for him. No, I'm not above playing practical jokes on my own kid, either.
What are you happy about right now?
That is. It's not often I get to have much fun lately -- the kid takes up so much of my time -- but he's finally old enough now that I can enjoy a little father-son bonding with him, take him out for excursions and the like. And as much fun as it is to play tricks on people, it turns out it's even *more* fun to have someone young and impressionable to share your amusement with. Teaching my son what constitutes a really funny joke is even more pleasurable than playing the joke out itself. It's also still quite a lot of fun to torment human starship captains, and I can't do that with my usual starship captains any more since I've actually developed some empathy for them (oh, the horror). I can't play tricks on Kathy or Jean-Luc without feeling bad about it. Jim Kirk, however, really deserves a few more jokes played at his expense.
So let's talk about fun and mockery.
( How fart jokes brought down an emperor, and other stories )
theatrical_muse from 4/2/2006, 39 of 50.I may have mentioned before that April Fools' Day is one of my favorite holidays. Humans are normally such a stuffy, serious race, attaching such tremendous weight and import to their silly little lives and customs. The fact that they have a holiday to celebrate trickery and misrule is simply delightful. So yesterday I took my son to the Renaissance (no, not the Renaissance Fair -- traveling in time to a holiday in a different year when it's *not* that day today is cheating, but traveling to a holiday in a different year when it's that holiday today is just good clean fun), where he actually managed to *not* get himself accused of witchcraft this time (to be fair, the people of the Renaissance weren't entirely sure they were unsophisticated enough to believe in witchcraft.) He played the role of a traveling magician and did a few very impressive tricks (well, impressive to mortals; to the Q they were about as remarkable as driving your car to the grocery store to get milk, but then again, in the Renaissance that *would* have been pretty impressive.)
After that, we dropped in on a former playmate of my son's -- admittedly, a not entirely willing former playmate. (When my son was a tad younger than he is now, he picked up on my fascination with humans, and particularly with a specific human starship captain, and snagged a human starship captain of his own to play with. Unfortunately, being a child, he wasn't exactly all that nice to his toys, so my not-yet-ex-then and I had to step in and take him back to the Continuum or he'd have killed the poor guy.) We turned their ship computer sentient and had it fall in love with the captain, infested their engine room with pink and chartreuse tribbles, and made the Vulcan science officer speak in iambic pentameter for the rest of the day. Good times, good times. The really funny part was when the starship captain figured out it was my son behind the whole thing, and gave him a stern talking-to, which included the line "Do your parents know where you are?" My son attempted to explain that I had actually *brought* him on this trip, but since I positively refused to manifest when he asked me to, it was a rather amusingly embarrassing situation for him. No, I'm not above playing practical jokes on my own kid, either.
What are you happy about right now?
That is. It's not often I get to have much fun lately -- the kid takes up so much of my time -- but he's finally old enough now that I can enjoy a little father-son bonding with him, take him out for excursions and the like. And as much fun as it is to play tricks on people, it turns out it's even *more* fun to have someone young and impressionable to share your amusement with. Teaching my son what constitutes a really funny joke is even more pleasurable than playing the joke out itself. It's also still quite a lot of fun to torment human starship captains, and I can't do that with my usual starship captains any more since I've actually developed some empathy for them (oh, the horror). I can't play tricks on Kathy or Jean-Luc without feeling bad about it. Jim Kirk, however, really deserves a few more jokes played at his expense.
So let's talk about fun and mockery.
( How fart jokes brought down an emperor, and other stories )
