Ground Rules:

[omipotent_bastard]

No, no. This just won't do!

If you're going to invite me in, first, you need to understand how things work. You're not writing me. I'm writing you. And if you're going to invite me in before this game of yours starts, I'm going to need to take you for a test spin somewhere.

Yes, like this place. Perfect.

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[cpt_ray]

"By the Accended..." Congradulations, the captain almost never involkes her people's religous prophets. "It's you, isn't it?"

[omipotent_bastard]

"Indeed it is. And you're... well. You're not my favorite Captain, but I'm sure you'd be at least a little entertaining. What with the secrets you've got hiding in your little brain..."

[cpt_ray]

One auburn eyebrow raises. "I'm not sure I could handle the excitement of being your favorite captain," she drolly admits.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Probably not. Jean-Luc can't handle it either. Which is what makes him so much fun."

[24thcenturymechanic]

"Well at least I know your player gets to limit your influence."

[cpt_ray]

"My puppetmaster knows his. I believe the term is 'not bloody likely.'"

[24thcenturymechanic]

"Wait! Aren't they married?" He looks grim now. "She'll encourage him."

[cpt_ray]

"Oh, she'll encourage all right..."

[omipotent_bastard]

"Aren't you humans so cute when you think you've got it figured out?"

[24thcenturymechanic]

"Well according to my wife I'm frequently 'cute'."

[all_seeing_blind_man]

[Have a very unhappy Geordi]

I would have thought at this point you would have stopped going around harassing people.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Moi? Harassing?" Q looks scandalized and hurt. "Hardly, Mr. LaForge. Everything I do has a very specific purpose. But aren't we allowed to have some fun while we work?"

[all_seeing_blind_man]

You gave me a lute. I'm about as musically inclined as a rock.

So much <3 right now!!! XD

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock just raises an eyebrow.]

I've heard of muses taking control... but his is... rather extreme. I'm intrigued.

[Sherlock's impressed, that's saying something.]

That's because you, at least, have taste.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Ohhhh... well. Sherlock Holmes. One of the humans who actually notices the most blatant of facts... sometimes. When it's staring him right in the face."

XD

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

...I need to talk with John about his blog.

[It's attracting far too much attention.]

And how would you define yourself?

[the_gerber_baby]

Trust me, fellah. Somewhere out there, is a man with a typerwriter. Ain't no avoiding it.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Hardly. He's hardly the sort to have hooked up a typewriter to the internet. It's a laptop. And the real question is... who tells the writer what to say?"

[the_gerber_baby]

Laptop, typewriter, it's all the same principal.

Me? I always assumed they were listenin' to the voices in their heads. It'd certainly explain my life.

[faire_en_sorte_que]

[There is a slight smirk. The name's appropriate, Q]

I would say that you were being presumptive of the situation, but for our few encounters "presumptive" is wholly overshadowed by arrogance.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Oh, look! Jean-Luc! Oh, and you've even put my name in your journal title. How adorable. It's like we're made for each other."

[faire_en_sorte_que]

Only you would think that with a single letter in the journal name it must then be all about you.

And not, for instance, a French phrase.

[cosmichaberdashery]

Well, Well. And the little girl at the keyboard hasn't found an icon of me doing 'kitty hands' yet.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Oh. You're here, too. And I was in such a great mood with Jean-Luc appearing. You have to ruin everything, don't you?"

[cosmichaberdashery]

Yes. Yes, I do. As to Jean-Luc, I saw him first.