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

[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..."

[24thcenturymechanic]

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

[cpt_ray]

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

[cpt_ray]

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

[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]

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

[24thcenturymechanic]

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

[omipotent_bastard]

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

[24thcenturymechanic]

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

[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?"

[omipotent_bastard]

"Yes, I suppose, if mostly-hairless apes are your 'thing.'"

[all_seeing_blind_man]

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

[24thcenturymechanic]

"I have just enough hair, thanks." No provoking the Q. He might end up a Space Yeti if he isn't careful.

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.]

[the_gerber_baby]

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

[cpt_ray]

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

[cpt_ray]

"So, I heard."

"Out with it then. What do you want that you cannot just wave into existance?"

[24thcenturymechanic]

Both eyebrows go up!

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

[omipotent_bastard]

"Oh, just waving it into existence isn't any entertainment at all. Observing and testing... well, that's much better."

[omipotent_bastard]

"Well, I could hardly have made you Robin Hood's warp-drive engineer."

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."

[cpt_ray]

"So, this is all social science for the sake of social science? You like your job, don't you?"

[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?"

[cpt_ray]

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