#trquble

Mask was bored, and that never seemed to end well for most people that crossed her path. But humans were dull and inordinately the same, especially in this time, where all anyone kept talking about was self-improvement and the greater good. No, she was tired of playing cat and mouse with them. She needed a challenge with a worthy opponent.

She’d heard of this “Q” character, some omnipotent being with a superiority complex to rival any god’s. A man who could manipulate reality at his fingertips. Her interest was piqued. How would someone like that fair against her? Or perhaps more interesting, how would she fair against him?

It wouldn’t be easy to lure out a being that could be anywhere in the universe, but according to some records, he had certain affinity for the U.S.S. Enterprise-D and her crew. Slipping onto the ship was no challenge when her DNA could perfectly imitate some low rank crewman’s. There was always the chance she could loiter, banking that Q may show up on his own accord, but why leave it to chance?

Taking the image of the diety, she’d popped in on Captain Picard for a moment, just passing along a message that the captain should expect to see more of ‘him’ very soon. If Q didn’t show up to the ship on his own business, certainly his own hubris would bring him there to confront this impersonator.

@trquble / file: some damn meme.

                  he has to bite his tongue to keep from lecturing the ignorant fellow on the importance of sickbay. if the pompous, pretentious blowhole doesn’t think it worth messing with, then mccoy can carry on without any further INTERRUPTIONS, and that’s more important to him than the satisfaction of educating the man.

                                 ( not that he’s surprised, really; no one cares much about sickbay until they get a hangnail, it seems. )

[text] I’m hurt, you really took me out of your contacts?

[text] maybe this pic will jogg your memory.

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[text] it’s coming out your nose! I’ve never seen you laugh that hard.

[text]: I never delete people from my contacts, you’re definitely new

[text]: How did you get that?? Who took pictures of that??

// @trquble

[text]: ?????

Barclay had been pulled by his wrist and twirled into a sudden and uncomfortably romantic embrace.

The kiss was far and away from dispassionate, Q’s fingers mussing Barclay’s thin hair as he lapped at the poor fellow’s teeth, and it certainly wasn’t short. It wasn’t broken until Q remembered the other’s need for oxygen and sat him free, sitting himself prettily on the workstation, legs dangling and hands folded neatly in his lap. He raised a brow over half-lidded eyes at the Lieutenant, winked, then vanished into thin air.

All in a day’s work.

“Whom else’s would it be?” Q retorted with a mischievous grin.

In the distance, through the thick wall of snow that the blizzard threw down upon them, a light miraculously filtered through.

“Well, if you want to make it to warmth before you lose all of your extraneous bits, I suggest you start hiking.”

Reg’s teeth were chattering together so much that he could swear someone could hear them clacking together from a kilometer away. Re-wrapping his arms around himself as though that would actually help warm him up, he focused his sights on that distant point of light and grumpily started walking.