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OOC: Crossposted from realmof_themuse today.
Prompt 2009.32.A.6 - “We must not allow other people's limited perceptions to define us” - Virginia Satir (Psychologist and Educator)

Here's the reason why one shouldn't want to be a god.

( Sure it *sounds* like a great deal... but you better read the fine print. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek
Note: Not intended to be binding on any god or goddess muse; refers to the entities in the Star Trek universe who go by the names of Earth mythological figures only.

OOC: Crossposted from realmof_themuse, today.

Prompt 2009.23.1.C,D,E,M (starter phrases):

Once upon a time, the Q bleeding energy and helpless before him had been a friend, a lover, a sibling, like every other Q in the Continuum. Q stared at the fallen entity, and if the weapon he'd wielded had literally been a gun and he'd had a physical hand to hold it in, both would be trembling. This would have been so much easier if he could have killed the other with the first shot. Then it would have been war, kill or be killed. Now he could murder a helpless, injured fellow Q in cold blood... or he could walk away, leaving the other to die slowly and in agony, or else be healed and return to the battlefield looking for revenge.

As he hesitated, unable to bring himself to do what logic and perhaps even mercy said he should do, the other Q lifted her head (metaphorically, anyway). "Are you proud of yourself?" she snarled, her mind-voice harsh with pain.

"That I shot you? Not particularly," he said. ( read more... )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Note: The quote in the subject line comes from the song by the Cure, "Killing An Arab".

OOC: Contains spoilers for Star Trek XI, the new movie, beneath the cut. Third person ficlet, set in an AU based on the movie.

Prompt 2009.18.B.1: You need something from someone that you really can't stand. How do you approach that?

She was standing in her garden, obsessing over the care of her silly plants. Honestly, how a sentient being could possibly lavish so much attention on something so mindless was incomprehensible to him. For all the intellectual and emotional capacity of a plant, she could be keeping a rock garden. Just as attractive and a lot less work.

Her head came up, her face tight and her eyes searching. So she knew he was here. He came very, very close to simply turning around and going home. Surely there was nothing he really needed from her. He could figure this out on his own. He didn't need the help of a mortal, and certainly not help from her. And what were the odds that she would help him anyway?

But the shard of his own future corpse burned in his mind with the recorded memory of a conflagration, explosion, death. 129 years. He'd expected to be around for billions more. 129 years was nothing. He had to know everything he could, to make sure that what had become of him in one timeline would never happen here.

So he materialized in front of her, in his default male humanoid form. "Hi, Teyande," he said, with a cheer he didn't feel in his voice. "Miss me?"

( ...he didn't want to die. He'd do favors for whoever he had to if it meant he wasn't going to die in an explosion in a mere 129 years. )

Crossposted from realmof_themuse today.

2009.17.3.B. Seek salvation, make your confession, reach out for spiritual guidance. In short, have a religious moment.

OOC: snippet from unfinished story based on and extending episode "Deja Q". Q was rescued from the Calamarain at the end of the episode, the TNG crew developed a means they could use to try to negotiate with the Calamarain... and it didn't work, and Q had to talk to the Calamarain and agree to sacrifice himself to them in three days. The night before his scheduled surrender, he goes to one of the ship's non-denominational chapels to talk to the Continuum, the way that mortals speak to their gods. The similarity has not escaped him.

( snippet )
Muse: Q
Fandom: TNG

OOC: Crossposted from realmof_themuse today.
2009.13 D.1. Asking Jesus for shoes.

So we're in the 20th century because I really, really love making Picard feel like he's teetering on the brink of annihilating the timeline; he loves his history, he loves traveling back in time to *see* history, and he hates himself for loving it because he's always absolutely sure he's gonna step on a butterfly and make humanity go extinct. And for the past couple of days, Picard has alternated between whining at me that this isn't safe and he needs to go back to his own time and RETURN ME TO MY SHIP, Q, RIGHT NOW, and staring around him in absolute wonderment at how completely alien to his sensibilities his own species was just a mere 300 years ago... and then when he catches me looking at him doing it, pretending that he's not that impressed and he really just wants to go home.

It gets old. So I leave him to his own devices for a while, with a wallet full of 20th century cash and credit cards. And if he thought he was unnerved by having me walk around with him and snark at the pitiful state of 20th century humanity, he's even *more* unnerved when I'm not there to be his guide, and it's up to him to NOT CHANGE THE TIMELINE ONE TINY BIT and of course he has no idea how to go about *not* changing the timeline because he doesn't know what's important. So it's Sunday morning, and he's trying to keep a low profile, and he decides to go hide out in a church because it's a good way to kill a few hours without actually interacting with people in any way that could change anything.

( He really should have known better. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Next Generation

OOC Note: crossposted from realmof_themuse today.

2009.10 A.1. In the words of the singer Meatloaf, "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that." What is "that" to you?

*boggle* Are we actually seriously discussing the works of a musician named after food? And lousy bargain basement food at that?

Fine, fine. It's an interesting question, even if posed by a fat man who can't sing and names himself after his mother's culinary disasters.

There are many, many things that I would not do for love, which would probably be utterly unsurprising to anyone who knows me... in fact the more surprising idea is likely the concept that there's anything I would do for love. Oddly enough, I don't disapprove of the principle of sacrificing for love, entirely. But in my opinion, love itself becomes a travesty, chains that bind more cruelly than any captivity by an enemy could do, when your lover wants you to do certain things, make certain sacrifices for their sake. They prove in that moment that they are not worthy of love, and if you actually do it, you prove that you probably aren't either.

( List of things I would not do for love: )

( List of things I actually would do for love: )

Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Words: 504

OOC: Same story, two prompts, two communities. Crossposted from both theatrical_muse and realmof_themuse today.

theatrical_muse: Prompt 267: In medias res.
realmof_themuse: 2009.7.B.5: Put the gun down.

So here I was, at the center of the Continuum, in the middle of our loudest and most confrontational meeting ever, and my grandpa was standing across the aisle holding a gun on me.

Let me explain all the ways in which this scenario is screwed up beyond belief.

( Staring down the barrel of a situation that should have been impossible. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and Voyager

OOC Note: crossposted from realmof_themuse today.
2009.1 A.4. Can you snap your fingers and get what you desire? If not, is that something that you would enjoy?

Yes. Actually, yes, as a matter of fact I can.

And for those of you wondering if you’d enjoy it if you had it? Trust me, it’s great.

( 2009.1.D.2: Power and 2009.5.C.3: Abiogenesis )

( 2009.6.B.2: Protection )

( 2009.6.C.3: Save Yourself )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Words: 1700