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@sloan-suggestion
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Don't be ridiculous, everybody knows they can't.
I have many many questions for this world.
Something lead me to browse through Mr. @eddington-suggestions ‘s bio, and for some unholy reason there was a picture of a certain Captain Sanders. Neither do I know why that Сaptain had to “catch” Mr. Eddington nor do I care; something else bothers me.
Here is the Captain.
And here is someone called Harris, my contact and former commanding officer from the Section.
Do those people not vaguely resemble, say, each other?
Mr. @damar-suggestion suggested already, mocking as he was, that this Harris might have travelled into the future. I was never willing to find out anything like this, and I am at a loss now.
I had Phlox give me a full examination and he confirmed I was perfectly sane.
Opinions anyone? I would especially like it if Mr. @sloan-suggestion shared his opinion on this; I am far from asking for help from anyone from the Section, I do not even know what I hope for, but…
I'll concede that they do share a certain resemblance, although time travel strikes me as a bit of a leap. Can you really think of no other reason? Why assume a nefarious reason, when an explanation as simple as a family resemblance would do?
Was it an undercover operation among the Caitians or a Halloween party?
@sloan-suggestion
Costume party, sadly. Still, I think I'd make a good Caitian
Cuddle your human.
Yes. Do that, and he will be happy :)
Happy, asleep or both? I know the risk of too much cuddling.
Both, of course. But that just makes you pretty relaxing to be around.
Cuddle your human.
Yes. Do that, and he will be happy :)
Which one of you guys took a picture of me and Wen?
I have more
Most unsettling, but perhaps subspace will go awwwww
It’s not that I broke into your quarters when you were asleep, you were just being lazy and I was being sneaky using a trick or two @eddington-suggestions has taught me so far
Almost got spotted after this one!
The reason for sneaking in was more biscuits. If you haven’t detected them yet by the smell or something, you might want to check one of your cupboards.
Being lazy, eating biscuits and watching the stars are 3 of my favourite things to do.
I know right? It’s the dark one on the left, enjoy
I like watching the wormhole open, but of course watching any sky is much better with friends.
Do lizord cri?
They can, but whether or not they do is a matter of emotions. If you're asking, I don't give my lizard reasons to.
Cuddle your lizard.
Why are your pips so weird?
By weird, I'm assuming you're referring to the linear pip, which is not often seen on our uniforms. It is a special insignia, which I wear because I am the head of an entire Federation department; it becomes a part of my rank on my collar.
Do you like shortbread because you are short?
B-4, is that you?
So there wasn’t hairbrushes on earth when you were younger? @sloan-suggestion
Excuse me, that was my natural, romantic look. You're really going to criticise? I looked gorgeous!
Not going to argue with you on that, even if you look like you just got out of bed 2 seconds ago.
Hey, you never seem to complain, even when I have just gotten out of bed in the morning. But, then again, neither do I; you're pretty cute with your dishevelled Dora hair.
So there wasn’t hairbrushes on earth when you were younger? @sloan-suggestion
Excuse me, that was my natural, romantic look. You're really going to criticise? I looked gorgeous!
Why did you get me addicted to biscuits? I'm blaming you for this, Wendy.
If I suffer, you suffer; we're in this together, so that's just how this is!
Failure to share biscuits with me, might cause your home to mysteriously catch fire.
would you like some DMZ biscuits?
And here I was thinking that it first was one of those knock knock jokes🥺
I have one in mind too, but that’s a different story. And I told you I’d not let you starve without baked goods.
Yes I’d love some, better than the ones that comes out of the replicator. Ever tried replicated shortbread? Not even a nice cup of tea can hide the flavour of resequensed proteins.
You’re not Michael. Knock off the complaining, there’s nothing wrong with my replicated biscuits. Just Rebecca makes better ones.
Now you’re starting to sound like my mother, no complaining eat your food, Corat.
Shut up, you like it when I fuss over you. You knew this was my true form all along, so quit pretending to be shocked.
Yep that’s why I sneak out of the bed to eat biscuits in the night, because I know you get all fussied up over me if I cannot sleep because of nightmares.
You know you can talk to me about them, if you need to. But, if you want to handle it with biscuits to ground you, I’ll respect that too.
I don’t like waking people in the middle of the night because my mind is stupid and is going back to the war. I’m sure everyone is tired of telling me that Lakarian City wasn’t my fault. I hate feeling so small and being so afraid. Having nightmares about my son as well and what the founder might have had her Vorta and overstuffed rhinoceros do to him. I don’t want to bother anyone with it because it’s silly. I vary from feeling small and wanting to vomit of the sight of my own face.
Sometimes it helps to deconstruct things, to put your feelings into words. It can be useful to process what you are feeling, and where those feelings come from.
From my lummox sized brain
I meant the things that might trigger those kinds of feelings, Corat.
It comes from arguing about you and about the war. Always seem to make me this way, just like thinking of the holodeck makes me queasy.
Well, then I will avoid talking about the things that might make things worse. Especially before bed.
You never do, and besides if you did you’d probably know it. I just wanted to defend you and also me. I’m stupid because I love you too much.
There’s nothing stupid about the way that you feel. And you don’t need to be ashamed of your feelings. I love you, too, after all; and I don’t think it’s dumb.
Perhaps I should start avoiding topics where you get incriminated, it seems to be the best thing for me especially before bed. What’s done is done, it can never be undone. No matter how many times people yell about it. What we all did in the war, should it matter more than who we are now? Because that would make me a drunken war criminal.
Some people are quick to forget that during a war, crimes are committed on all sides, and that all participants have a hand in the atrocities. They are quick to forget the vast array of factors, personal and political, that contribute to the pressures that lead to conflict becoming violence. They dismiss accountability for some, and foist it upon others, because they need to justify their own roles, and need to view themselves as the ultimate good, to compensate for their neccesary evils. And history is recorded by the winners, with their own personal bias.
Nobody can judge you for what they don’t understand, Corat. And then don’t underst, because they don’t know your motives, your intentions, where those went awry, where those were influenced by others, where things were beyond your control. But anger seeks scapegoats and targets.
I know that you not your mistakes, and so much more than public opinion. It’s their loss that they don’t see you, for the actions of an administration that you were the figurehead for.
The same people probably believe you’re using me, using me to make sure Cardassia stays in line. Using me for your own personal gain, because you’re just evil because of the war. So of course you’d take advantage of someone like me, a vulnerable and lost soul.
Yet the only people who have used me is Dukat and the Founders and Weyoun. Using me to commit atrocities in the name of Cardassia and the Dominion. You never asked me to do anything remotely similar.
They mislabel and misjudge and I get stuck with the aftermath of things I’m trying to recover from. They only see you for your actions as well, how do you deal with it? I’m scared I’ll lose you as well. If I lose you then, I have truly lost everything. Please don’t let them take you away from me, that would devastate me.
Don't you worry. They have no power over me, because I refuse to acknowledge their right to judge what they don't understand. They are misinformed, and misinformation is no threat to me. I am not obligated to defend myself from an opinion; after all, opinions aren't facts. They are entitled to think what they please about me, and I am entitled to disagree; no consensus needs to be reached.
Nothing they can say changes who I know you to be. They have no power over that either. Their malicious opinions will not influence our relationship. You have nothing to be afraid of.
would you like some DMZ biscuits?
And here I was thinking that it first was one of those knock knock jokes🥺
I have one in mind too, but that’s a different story. And I told you I’d not let you starve without baked goods.
Yes I’d love some, better than the ones that comes out of the replicator. Ever tried replicated shortbread? Not even a nice cup of tea can hide the flavour of resequensed proteins.
You’re not Michael. Knock off the complaining, there’s nothing wrong with my replicated biscuits. Just Rebecca makes better ones.
Now you’re starting to sound like my mother, no complaining eat your food, Corat.
Shut up, you like it when I fuss over you. You knew this was my true form all along, so quit pretending to be shocked.
Yep that’s why I sneak out of the bed to eat biscuits in the night, because I know you get all fussied up over me if I cannot sleep because of nightmares.
You know you can talk to me about them, if you need to. But, if you want to handle it with biscuits to ground you, I’ll respect that too.
I don’t like waking people in the middle of the night because my mind is stupid and is going back to the war. I’m sure everyone is tired of telling me that Lakarian City wasn’t my fault. I hate feeling so small and being so afraid. Having nightmares about my son as well and what the founder might have had her Vorta and overstuffed rhinoceros do to him. I don’t want to bother anyone with it because it’s silly. I vary from feeling small and wanting to vomit of the sight of my own face.
Sometimes it helps to deconstruct things, to put your feelings into words. It can be useful to process what you are feeling, and where those feelings come from.
From my lummox sized brain
I meant the things that might trigger those kinds of feelings, Corat.
It comes from arguing about you and about the war. Always seem to make me this way, just like thinking of the holodeck makes me queasy.
Well, then I will avoid talking about the things that might make things worse. Especially before bed.
You never do, and besides if you did you’d probably know it. I just wanted to defend you and also me. I’m stupid because I love you too much.
There’s nothing stupid about the way that you feel. And you don’t need to be ashamed of your feelings. I love you, too, after all; and I don’t think it’s dumb.
Perhaps I should start avoiding topics where you get incriminated, it seems to be the best thing for me especially before bed. What’s done is done, it can never be undone. No matter how many times people yell about it. What we all did in the war, should it matter more than who we are now? Because that would make me a drunken war criminal.
Some people are quick to forget that during a war, crimes are committed on all sides, and that all participants have a hand in the atrocities. They are quick to forget the vast array of factors, personal and political, that contribute to the pressures that lead to conflict becoming violence. They dismiss accountability for some, and foist it upon others, because they need to justify their own roles, and need to view themselves as the ultimate good, to compensate for their neccesary evils. And history is recorded by the winners, with their own personal bias.
Nobody can judge you for what they don't understand, Corat. And then don't underst, because they don't know your motives, your intentions, where those went awry, where those were influenced by others, where things were beyond your control. But anger seeks scapegoats and targets.
I know that you not your mistakes, and so much more than public opinion. It's their loss that they don't see you, for the actions of an administration that you were the figurehead for.
would you like some DMZ biscuits?
And here I was thinking that it first was one of those knock knock jokes🥺
I have one in mind too, but that’s a different story. And I told you I’d not let you starve without baked goods.
Yes I’d love some, better than the ones that comes out of the replicator. Ever tried replicated shortbread? Not even a nice cup of tea can hide the flavour of resequensed proteins.
You’re not Michael. Knock off the complaining, there’s nothing wrong with my replicated biscuits. Just Rebecca makes better ones.
Now you’re starting to sound like my mother, no complaining eat your food, Corat.
Shut up, you like it when I fuss over you. You knew this was my true form all along, so quit pretending to be shocked.
Yep that’s why I sneak out of the bed to eat biscuits in the night, because I know you get all fussied up over me if I cannot sleep because of nightmares.
You know you can talk to me about them, if you need to. But, if you want to handle it with biscuits to ground you, I’ll respect that too.
I don’t like waking people in the middle of the night because my mind is stupid and is going back to the war. I’m sure everyone is tired of telling me that Lakarian City wasn’t my fault. I hate feeling so small and being so afraid. Having nightmares about my son as well and what the founder might have had her Vorta and overstuffed rhinoceros do to him. I don’t want to bother anyone with it because it’s silly. I vary from feeling small and wanting to vomit of the sight of my own face.
Sometimes it helps to deconstruct things, to put your feelings into words. It can be useful to process what you are feeling, and where those feelings come from.
From my lummox sized brain
I meant the things that might trigger those kinds of feelings, Corat.
It comes from arguing about you and about the war. Always seem to make me this way, just like thinking of the holodeck makes me queasy.
Well, then I will avoid talking about the things that might make things worse. Especially before bed.
You never do, and besides if you did you’d probably know it. I just wanted to defend you and also me. I’m stupid because I love you too much.
There's nothing stupid about the way that you feel. And you don't need to be ashamed of your feelings. I love you, too, after all; and I don't think it's dumb.