qcontinuum: (whisper)
For [livejournal.com profile] justprompts, March 2010: Quotes: “Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness.” - William Shakespeare

Sooner or later, something will kill you.

In the vision I gave you, everyone from your ship lives to grow old except for Troi. I admit, that could happen -- I didn't make it up, it's a potential future timeline, or was -- but I've never thought that that's actually how things are going to play out. No, you're going to die exactly the way I predicted when you told me you could handle anything the universe could throw at you. You're going to encounter some alien beings, or some of your own kind with nefarious intent, and you're going to offer them the hand of friendship. And they're going to smile, and take your hand, and pull you close... and stab you in the heart.

You won't be able to say I didn't warn you. I warned you with the Borg, all those years ago. That wasn't just a temper tantrum. Well, okay, I admit I wouldn't have done it that way if you hadn't royally torqued me off, but I did come to your ship to warn you of the Borg in the first place... I was just originally thinking you wouldn't be dumb enough to tell me to take a hike when I offered my services.

You see the best in everyone, Jean-Luc. Everyone's a potential ally. Everyone's a future friend. Think of it, despite your hatred and fear of the Borg, you wouldn't use a Borg as a pawn to annihilate his people when you had the chance (not that it would have worked...) You can be tortured to the breaking point by Cardassians, and then turn around and help to enforce a treaty with them, supporting their interests over those of your own kind for the sake of maintaining peace with them.

I told you once that compassion was a weakness in your race. I admit that it weakened my point to say it while I was depending on that compassion to survive, but that doesn't mean it's less true. You responded that compassion is a strength, and that's true too -- your compassion allows you to make friends out of enemies. That works out for you fairly well, most of the time. It's your species' top survival strategy, in fact, since you're weaker, shorter-lived, have fewer abilities and are generally dumber than most other humanoids, and yet you managed to achieve dominance over thousands of other races by exploiting your own compassion and empathy for others, your desire and willingness to bend over backwards to be friends with everyone.

But sometimes it doesn't work. Sometimes it's used against you. How often will you offer strangers the benefit of the doubt before one of them destroys you, exploiting the friendship you offered in order to earn your trust just long enough to get your guard down before killing you?

You're a fine fellow, Jean-Luc Picard. Ethical, stalwart, disciplined and compassionate. Positively overflowing with the milk of human kindness, for all your stern demeanor. Someday you're going to drown in it.

I just wish I didn't have to care when you do.
qcontinuum: (cheerful)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

Prompt 302: Answer a question that you're never asked.

Why, I'm doing pretty well today, thanks for asking.

I'm fine, thanks, how about you?

Oh, you know, same old, same old. But hey, I appreciate you asking!

Except no one does.

"How are you today, Q?" "How do you feel?" "How's it going?" No one ever asks me those questions. And you know, I'm getting a little miffed about it.

Would it kill people to be just a little bit civil? )

Prompt 289: Cheer someone up.
Prompt 291: Take someone out.


Now I know what you're going to say, here. You're going to say, "But Q, you're an asshole who never does anything nice for mortals, so they don't even like you. Why would you expect them to be friendly with you?" And I'm going to say, au contraire, sometimes I am in fact perfectly nice to mortals.

The time I dumped Picard into a historical period with scurvy, pirates, keelhauling and scrubbing the decks, and he thanked me for it. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (hobo)
Prompt 299: Madness.

(I know everything that's happening here. That makes sense, if you think about it. I used to be God, after all. Of course I know everything that's going on in the city.)

Dixon Hill is walking to his office, because the cross-town bus has square wheels today and Dix can't afford a taxi. Giant flying dogs don't come cheap. On his way, he tosses a handful of minnows at the newspaper vendor. "What's going on in the world, Will?" he asks.

The bearded newspaper vendor grins at him. "Absolutely nothing, Dix. Absolutely nothing." He takes Dix's minnows (two of which are still wiggling, fresh-caught) and hands him a sheet of newsprint with nothing whatsoever printed on it. Dix takes it, scans it, and hands it back to Will, reassured that there's no news. No news is good news, after all.

On his way, he passes Geordi LaForge. LaForge has a large, stale loaf of Italian bread in his hands. He's swinging it against the side of a building, and tiny bits of it crumble, the breadcrumbs falling to the ground where they vanish, devoured by invisible pigeons. "Hello there, Geordi! How's it hanging?" Dixon Hill shouts.

"Ah, you know, Dix. Same old, same old." The bread cracks in half. LaForge picks up a new loaf. "It's not exciting, but it keeps the fish coming in."

"That it does, Geordi, that it does."

The Dancing Doctor meets Spot the Cat and his/her muscle; Durango the gunslinger meets Worf the landlady; and Dixon Hill meets God. I mean me. I mean I am God. )

OOC Note )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (you're an idiot)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] 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

Pets!

Mar. 5th, 2009 12:01 pm
qcontinuum: (party)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] 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.
qcontinuum: (embarrassed)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.

Prompt 269: Write about a time you were outsmarted.

Do I have to?

Oh, all right. They say a little humility is good for the soul... not that I have a soul, technically, and I'm pretty sure I don't have any humility either, but I'll try to fake it.

How I was outsmarted by a pathetic, inferior human being )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (party)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.
Let’s get the lame questions out of the way first, shall we?

Absurdly inappropriate questions )

Okay, now that the ridiculous ones are out of the way...

I was going to classify this one as ridiculous too, and then I realized that I actually can say something interesting in response to this.

I enjoy being a girl!... ok, ok, I'll stop singing. You'd think I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket the way you people carry on. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (grin)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

Prompt 243: If you could be in the Olympics (summer or winter), what event/sport would you want to do most? Why?

You know, it is sometimes *really really hard* for me not to snort in disgust and throw my metaphorical hands in the air at these questions. The *Olympics*? A contest of physical prowess, held on Earth for about 200 years, with solely human contestants? Am I supposed to care about such things?

*sigh* But, I am *trying*, very hard, to come up with answers to questions that seem completely ridiculous and have absolutely no connection to my existence, which frequently involves answering the spirit of the question if not the way it was actually phrased. So I'll tell you a story about a contest I participated in, which actually *involved* tests of physical prowess between humans and other humanoid sentients similar to Earth's Olympics, though I myself obviously didn't actively take part in those tests.

Games are the mark of sentience. )
qcontinuum: (hmm)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

I swear I didn't put those time-traveling invisible aliens all over your engine room, Picard. No, I mean it. Pinky swear. I mean, seriously, why do you always blame me for these kind of things? It's like you see me and immediately think, "Oh, Q must be the explanation for all these mysterious things that are happening!" and never bother to explore it any further. Really, Jean-Luc, I expected better from you.

Let's be realistic, now; have I ever bothered to create a scenario and dump you into it, instead of just watching with amusement as the universe itself presents you with a puzzle? Okay, yes, Robin Hood, but that doesn't count; it was obvious that it was me, and I admitted it. Yes, yes, I did send Riker and your bridge crew to that planet with the animal things, but I admitted to that one too. And okay, fine, I sent you back in time to your past, and yes, I did expose you to the Borg, but you *knew* I was doing those things. I never created some situation and then left you to puzzle it out on your own for hours or days before showing up, now did I?

Okay, yes, you got me, that's exactly what I did with that temporal anomaly test. But, well, I didn't invent that jellyfish at Farpoint, now did I?

I'm not making this argument well, am I?

Right, then. Jean-Luc, you'll just have to trust me this time. I did *not* in any way entice, allow, induce or otherwise facilitate those time-traveling invisible aliens to invade your ship, and no, I didn't create them either. I'm just here to watch you defeat them. And eat popcorn. Want some? It's got extra butter.
qcontinuum: (serious)
OOC: crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

I actually rather like the letter format. It allows you to say things to people without giving them any opportunity to talk back to you, so they can't interrupt or misunderstand before they're done reading the thing. Also, it allows you to talk to people and then destroy the letter without them ever actually reading it. I know, I could just have a conversation with someone and then wipe their memory (well, if they're not a Q, anyway), but that seems like cheating.

The great thing about sending letters to dead people is, they're dead, so you don't even have to go to the effort of not sending it. )

Maybe I'll actually send this one... and maybe not )

Definitely not sending this one. I think. )
qcontinuum: (party)
OOC: Reposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse from 6/18/2004, 14 of 50 posts. Slightly revised.

The world is ending tomorrow. What do you do today?

You know, the ironic thing about this question is that this already happened.

It's the end of the world as we know it )

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