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OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 12/29/2006, 49 of 50 posts.

What is your worst quality as a significant other?

Am I supposed to take this question seriously? I mean, by definition, everyone who thinks I have bad qualities as a significant other must have questionable taste, to reject a being like me. Am I actually supposed to care what such beings think?

(sigh) Very well, as a thought exercise I'll *try* to pretend to take their objections seriously.

( Dumb things that beings with no taste in lovers have said about me )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 10/24/2006, 47 of 50.

Ancestry and inheritance mean something rather different to immortals than to mortals, I imagine.

( Eternity has its own problems )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 8/20/2006, 45 of 50.

I'm bored. Time to answer more silly questions!

( No, know, no. )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 5/16/2006, 41 of 50.

I only know two mothers from my own species, since we've only ever had two children.

( Why Q mothers are lousy )

OOC: 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 )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 2/9/2006, 37 of 50.

The advantage to only getting around to these when the mood strikes me is that then I can go all thematic. Certainly, given the repetition of questions about trust, betrayal, and so on, sometimes one needs to go for a theme or else risk having to repeat oneself, and I do so hate to repeat myself.

( Oh, heavy is the burden of being me. )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 11/17/2005, 35 of 50.

OOC Note: Locked from any Star Trek universe socks. Q doesn't care if people from other universes read this, but he doesn't want it getting back to a certain Trek character.

It's been a while. I'm tired of dancing with myself. The entire reason I answer these things is because I have explored the entire universe, and I know everything, except the things about myself I've refused to know. The only thing I have left to explore is my own mind. ...And heart, I guess. Although I don't really have a heart. Except when I'm in a humanoid form. But you know what I mean.

- Heart's Desire: Think about something you once wanted so badly but never acquired. Write about how you think your life would’ve been different if you had received what your heart desired.

- What do you look for in a romantic partner?

- The first time I saw...

- Talk about something you did that made you feel ashamed of yourself afterwards.

- Write about losing control.

There is a point to grouping these questions together.

( Deep breath. Wait, I don't breathe either. )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 9/11/2005, 33 of 50.

Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.

This only has to happen oh, about several dozen times or so, before you start to expect it. *Nobody* I know is who I think they are, and why should they be? I'm not who they think I am either. And if I really knew them all that well, they would bore me to tears, so it's just as well. But there have been some times that stand out particularly in my mind.

( Does anybody know anybody, anyway? )

OOC: Reposted from theatrical_muse from 7/15/2005, 31 of 50.

Describe the place you grew up.

Oh, how can I even begin?

( The Q Continuum in a nutshell. A very large, multiverse-spanning nutshell. )