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.

Comments

[24thcenturymechanic]

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

[cpt_ray]

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

[24thcenturymechanic]

Both eyebrows go up!

"I think you just made my mun laugh, Captain."

[cpt_ray]

::complete deadpan:: "Glad someone is. The rest of us get Q."

[privateproperty]

...We don't actually /get/ Q, do we, Ma'am? I mean, he'll be over dealing with that... bigger ship, right?

[cpt_ray]

"Q can be anywhere and do anything as far as we are aware, Yeoman."

[omipotent_bastard]

"Oh, there's more than enough of me to go around."

[privateproperty]

:::blinks:::

::blinks some more:::

::finally admits:: you're very...professionally disconcerting. Like a Vulcan. But worse.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Yes, I know -- you Orions rarely have an understanding of thoughts that begin above waist-level."

[privateproperty]

::frowns:: Yes, my training in arts, food, and manners is clearly useless.

[omipotent_bastard]

"Pretty much, yes. Isn't it nice when we can agree on something?"