#trquble

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// Honestly, one of my favorite things to develop on this blog is the fact that Reg Barclay cannot fucking stand Q.

[acoupledozenfaces]

Let's play a game

Mask was bored, and that never seemed to end well for most people that crossed her path. But humans were dull and inordinately the same, especially in this time, where all anyone kept talking about was self-improvement and the greater good. No, she was tired of playing cat and mouse with them. She needed a challenge with a worthy opponent.

She’d heard of this “Q” character, some omnipotent being with a superiority complex to rival any god’s. A man who could manipulate reality at his fingertips. Her interest was piqued. How would someone like that fair against her? Or perhaps more interesting, how would she fair against him?

It wouldn’t be easy to lure out a being that could be anywhere in the universe, but according to some records, he had certain affinity for the U.S.S. Enterprise-D and her crew. Slipping onto the ship was no challenge when her DNA could perfectly imitate some low rank crewman’s. There was always the chance she could loiter, banking that Q may show up on his own accord, but why leave it to chance?

Taking the image of the diety, she’d popped in on Captain Picard for a moment, just passing along a message that the captain should expect to see more of ‘him’ very soon. If Q didn’t show up to the ship on his own business, certainly his own hubris would bring him there to confront this impersonator.

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[finallygotthelastword]

"Oh, right, like I actually care enough about what you do to try and sabotage you." -TrQuble

@trquble / file: some damn meme.

                  he has to bite his tongue to keep from lecturing the ignorant fellow on the importance of sickbay. if the pompous, pretentious blowhole doesn’t think it worth messing with, then mccoy can carry on without any further INTERRUPTIONS, and that’s more important to him than the satisfaction of educating the man.

                                 ( not that he’s surprised, really; no one cares much about sickbay until they get a hangnail, it seems. )

      “ — i reckon you haven’t been on many starships, then, buster. now, if you don’t care to WASTE YOUR TIME on something so obviously trivial, kindly show yerself out. i’ve got more patients than i do patience. “

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

Totally jealous of you and Q. How do you get him to... care so much about you?

“I’m not sure.”

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// @trquble | continued from x

[text] I’m hurt, you really took me out of your contacts?

[text] maybe this pic will jogg your memory.

( ✉ → TrQuble :: 01:51 ) [ File Attached: 001984.jpg ]

[text] it’s coming out your nose! I’ve never seen you laugh that hard.

[text]: I never delete people from my contacts, you’re definitely new

[text]: How did you get that?? Who took pictures of that??

[text]: What’s going on?

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( ✉ → TrQuble :: 01:43 ) [ File Attached: 001329,jpg ] of all the embarrassing pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite. :-)

// @trquble

[text]: ?????

[text]: Who is this and how did you get that???

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// @trquble | continued from x

Barclay had been pulled by his wrist and twirled into a sudden and uncomfortably romantic embrace.

The kiss was far and away from dispassionate, Q’s fingers mussing Barclay’s thin hair as he lapped at the poor fellow’s teeth, and it certainly wasn’t short. It wasn’t broken until Q remembered the other’s need for oxygen and sat him free, sitting himself prettily on the workstation, legs dangling and hands folded neatly in his lap. He raised a brow over half-lidded eyes at the Lieutenant, winked, then vanished into thin air.

All in a day’s work.

Q let him go, and Reg just sort of slithered to the ground, ending up in a heap. He received no explanation for the turn of events beyond a wink before the omnipotent being just disappeared. It was a good five minutes before Reg managed to drag himself back up to his workstation. completely unaware of how messy his hair now was. All he could do was hope that never happened again...

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// @trquble | continued from x

“Whom else’s would it be?” Q retorted with a mischievous grin.

In the distance, through the thick wall of snow that the blizzard threw down upon them, a light miraculously filtered through.

“Well, if you want to make it to warmth before you lose all of your extraneous bits, I suggest you start hiking.”

Reg’s teeth were chattering together so much that he could swear someone could hear them clacking together from a kilometer away. Re-wrapping his arms around himself as though that would actually help warm him up, he focused his sights on that distant point of light and grumpily started walking.

“C-can’t you d-d-do s-something... about th-this?” he had to ask after a moment. He didn’t want to sound as though he was complaining or start making demands -- that wasn’t something he did at all, since his anxiety rarely let him -- but even he had his limits, and freezing to death was one of them.