#ofgoodconscience

[vidatragica]

@ofgoodconscience​ + starter call

    The alcohol materialises in front of him thanks to the replicator and he pours himself a glass. It’s been a long day. Long week. Month. Life. He’s earned this. He has two glasses replicate so he can hold one up for Picard. “You look like you mind need this after that clusterfuck.” They were heading into dangerous territory and after their attempt to get Maddox went to shit he’s ready for this cargo to LEAVE his ship.

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@ofgoodconscience​ ( starter call )

Reg hadn’t been to the Daystrom Institute in a long time. Once, he’d been invited there quite frequently, for conferences and consultations and all sorts of fascinating things. But ever since the Attack on Mars, and the restrictions placed on the cybernetics division there... well, that combined with his responsibilities as an Academy instructor left him with not enough free time and little reason to come visit.

But he’d finally found the time to stop by, in preparation for a conference on micro-wormholes the next day. The layout inside had changed somewhat, and he was just re-familiarizing himself with this place when someone caught his eye. Someone he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

“...Captain Picard?”

[extraordinarygrrls]

for ofgoodconscience

Everyone tends to think that Zelda is pretty cozy with the captain given her position, and they’d all be dead wrong. It was just a simple and quick routine that would happen from time to time, he’d come in, she’d wordlessly give him the file or tech he needed, he’d thank her and leave. She was always respectful of course, but she knew what would happen when she looks at him too hard. She’d know everything, things she was never supposed to. That’s not something she wanted.

After all, if he concluded that Zelda was out of control, she’d be out of Starfleet for good.

So another day, another file, and hopefully he’d be too busy to say anything else and promptly leave... And promptly leave... He was still there. She can sense him behind her. She wasn’t sure what to do, should she say something? She should say something. 

“Is there something else you need, sir?” She asked, hesitantly turning around and raising an eyebrow. Giving him a look at her inky black eyes, while she struggled to hold back a glimpse of even more, to no avail.

@ofgoodconscience​

[qosmics]

               ❝     hello .       ❞       the   teasing   note   to   their   tone   doesn’t   go   amiss .     it’s   there  ,     very   much   present   ---    like   themselves .       𝙸𝚃'𝚂   𝙰𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙾   𝙱𝙴   𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝙱𝚈   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙶𝚁𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴𝙳   𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂  ,      at   least   sometimes .      despite   the   bleakness   of   the   universe   at   large  ,     it’s   something   that   never   gets   old .      especially   not   when   worn   on   the   face   of   one   he   recognises  ,     one   who   has   been   observed   by   the   continuum   on   a   more   or   less   constant   basis .      but   ever   since   the   war   it   seemed   earlier   and   less   important   things   were   disregarded .       𝚂𝙾   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈'𝚁𝙴   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙱𝚈   𝙰𝙽𝚈   𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 .      just   mere   curiosity  ,     an   element   typically   lacking   in   most   of   the   species .

                        ❝     this   ship   is   a   downgrade  ,     isn’t   it  ?     and   you’ve   lost   the   uniform  ,    too  !      i   know   someone   who   might   have   a   thing   or   two   to   say   about   that .       ❞         @ofgoodconscience​

[q-card]

@ofgoodconscience said: this anon wasn’t me but it might as well have been… missed u bro 

Oh, you ❤︎ I’ve missed you too, and I’m so happy to be back!

[qisforqaos]

@ofgoodconscience​ liked your post://Okay so here it is Like this for a teeny weenie...

Q let himself into Picard’s ready room despite the protests of some of the crew. He had swaddled himself in the thickest blanket he could find and made a small whining noise as he found a spot on the couch. “I think your ship’s climate controls are broken. I’m freezing.”

[quetzalcoatl-of-the-q-continuum]

The proper answer was ‘kneel’ because it’s what I deserve.

Jean-Luc is exempt because of joint pains but the rest of you aren’t.  

[triangularus]

@ofgoodconscience

    “HELLO MORTAL. I HAVE GRACED YOU WITH MY PRESENCE. KNEEL OR BE SMOTE. SMOTEN? SMITED? Ah, who am I kidding, WHAT’S UP, JEAN-LUC, IT’S YOUR PAL, BILL CIPHER.”