(OOC: directly continued from here and in particular this sub-thread.)In a rotten mood, Q stomped out of the elevator and followed the signs, and then room numbers, to 637
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It was the fish dying that she sensed as she passed the room and she stopped, brow furrowed as she stared at the door. Death. She could feel it. Hesitantly she reached out and tried the door, which opened to her surprise, and she tentatively stepped inside. The carpet was wet against her bare feet.
Her eyes fell on the fish and the two who were still alive. Her brow furrowed even more as she walked up to them and crouched. They were not predators, but they were poisonous. This she knew. But they had to be saved. Neri stood and looked around until she came across two large hand cushions in the shape of mitts by the stove. She slid them on and then proceeded to very carefully pick them up and place them in two large bowls, with warm water, and dumped a pile of salt in it. It would not keep them alive for a very long time, but long enough to get them to the ocean.
It was only when she came out to look at the dead fish again, did she notice the man. She frowned and stepped over a fish, which accidentally nicked her foot. "Are you alright?"
(ooc: the poison won't affect her until later when she leaves :))
Q opened his eyes blearily, unable to quite figure out why his mind wasn't working properly and he couldn't seem to exactly talk.
There was a young woman he didn't recognize in front of him, and since he was half unconscious and had forgotten that he'd ended up in this condition from trying to use his powers, he reacted by instinct to find out who she was. Predictably, the attempt to use his powers to learn her identity backfired.
"Owwww!" He doubled over on the bed. Oh, yeah. Now he remembered. He couldn't use his powers. Great.
Spot had made one of her patented ventures out of the room, following the scent of something that might be tasty to the room next door. She stretched a paw under the door, reaching, dabbing... then yanking her paw back and staring at it with distinct displeasure.
Something wet was under there.
She squawked in displeasure, demanding that someone come and remedy this situation as she would have nothing further to do with it!
Data had received the message from Picard that Q was in the village... and moreover, had been placed in the Captain's room. So when he came up the stairwell to see the freshly escaped Spot squalling by the captain's door, and then saw the trickle of water out from beneath it, he guessed something might have gone wrong.
Rather than barging in, he knocked on the door to the room, shifting his dress shoes out of the way of the creeping dampness. "Captain...?" Then after a moment, tentatively added, "...Q? Are you in need of assistance?"
From somewhere, Q thought he heard a familiar voice.
For a horrible moment, he thought he was human again. He was surfacing from unconsciousness and he could hear Data's voice; the last time there had been any such confluence, he'd been thrown out of the Continuum, and almost killed by the Calamarain.
Then he remembered where he was. He blinked and sat up. "...Data? Is that *you*?"
"Yes, it is..." Data's eyes darted too and fro in confusion at Q's... well... confusion... as he hooked a hand under Spot's belly and lifted her up like a droopy ragdoll. He lobbed her into his own bedroom gingerly and shut the door.
Then he turned back to Picard's and leaned his face close to it, brows peaked in that expression of canid innocence he could get on occasion.
"May I enter?" he asked tentatively. He could guess whatever situation happening in the room was one that the captain wouldn't be terribly excited about when he came back to the room. Hopefully it wasn't something bad enough to incite a break from his stoic reserve and simply something that would earn a harsh, disapproving scowl.
"Uh, yeah, go ahead." There were still dead fish on the floor. Great. But Data was in this place? Jean-Luc hadn't mentioned that. Q's spirits brightened a little. He liked Data. "Watch out for the dead fish." He remembered now that they were venomous. Probably the venom couldn't hurt Data, but he didn't want to find out the hard way that he was wrong about that.
Jean-Luc had messaged all the people that should know that Q was in the village as well as in his room. He'd even gone back to Ten Forward to have a nice relaxing glass of wine and try to prepare himself with life as Q for a roommate. He'd procrastinated stayed as long as he needed then headed back to his room with slowing footfalls.
His brow furrowed slightly to feel dampness under his feet. He didn't really think too much about it while he unlocked the door. The sight that greeted him, however, brought back all of the tension of the day. Jean-Luc's muscles tightened and there might have been a tick of anger in his jawline. His eyes pierced where Q was to his eyes asleep.
"What! I'm not asleep!" Q yelped, sitting up rapidly. It was only true on the very, very narrow technicality that "I am" implied this *exact* moment; he had in fact been asleep until Picard barked at him.
The floor was still sopping wet. Towels had not fixed the problem; there had been far too much water for that. At least the fish and coral were off the floor; the dead fish were bagged up in the trash and the broken coral was sitting, dripping, on the coffee table. Q hadn't wanted to throw it out; it was tangible proof that he was still a Q, dammit, even if he had to do human things like... well... fall asleep. He could still make things from his mind.
And other people's pillows.
Of course it would have been better if the coral hadn't fallen on the floor and shattered, but he'd take what he could get.
"Oh, hi, Jean-Luc," he said as his heart rate returned to something slightly resembling normal. "How're you doing?"
(OOC: other thread is not finished but Data's mun assures me the fish will most likely have been cleaned up by the
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"I'll be doing better once I find out exactly why there is a dripping coral on the table and the apparent reason for the dampness." He shut the door behind him and gave Q his best 'Captain' stare. He couldn't even begin to imagine what Q had been up to and it didn't bode well for their term as roommates.
"The coral's still dripping?" Why, yes, he was indeed a superintelligent alien being with an IQ of 2005.
"I, uh... Well, I was experimenting with my powers, trying to see if I could still use them at all, and... I decided to make a replica of your fish tank from the ship you had that Troi crashed into a planet. But it was... a lot more difficult than I expected, and... Well, I ended up making three or four copies of the inside of the tank, and, um... no actual *tanks* to put any of it in." Five or six copies, actually, judging from all the fish, but he suspected that a lower number might work somewhat better in his favor. "The effort knocked me unconscious, actually... I don't think I was exactly firing on all thrusters by the time I had enough power gathered to make the fish."
In retrospect, perhaps a fish tank had been a bad idea. Next time he'd have to figure out what he was going to make *before* the energy spillover made him delirious.
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Q, too worn out to notice such a quiet visitor, remained unconscious on the bed.
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It was only when she came out to look at the dead fish again, did she notice the man. She frowned and stepped over a fish, which accidentally nicked her foot. "Are you alright?"
(ooc: the poison won't affect her until later when she leaves :))
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Q opened his eyes blearily, unable to quite figure out why his mind wasn't working properly and he couldn't seem to exactly talk.
There was a young woman he didn't recognize in front of him, and since he was half unconscious and had forgotten that he'd ended up in this condition from trying to use his powers, he reacted by instinct to find out who she was. Predictably, the attempt to use his powers to learn her identity backfired.
"Owwww!" He doubled over on the bed. Oh, yeah. Now he remembered. He couldn't use his powers. Great.
He looked up at the young woman. "Who're you?"
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Spot had made one of her patented ventures out of the room, following the scent of something that might be tasty to the room next door. She stretched a paw under the door, reaching, dabbing... then yanking her paw back and staring at it with distinct displeasure.
Something wet was under there.
She squawked in displeasure, demanding that someone come and remedy this situation as she would have nothing further to do with it!
Data had received the message from Picard that Q was in the village... and moreover, had been placed in the Captain's room. So when he came up the stairwell to see the freshly escaped Spot squalling by the captain's door, and then saw the trickle of water out from beneath it, he guessed something might have gone wrong.
Rather than barging in, he knocked on the door to the room, shifting his dress shoes out of the way of the creeping dampness. "Captain...?" Then after a moment, tentatively added, "...Q? Are you in need of assistance?"
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For a horrible moment, he thought he was human again. He was surfacing from unconsciousness and he could hear Data's voice; the last time there had been any such confluence, he'd been thrown out of the Continuum, and almost killed by the Calamarain.
Then he remembered where he was. He blinked and sat up. "...Data? Is that *you*?"
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Then he turned back to Picard's and leaned his face close to it, brows peaked in that expression of canid innocence he could get on occasion.
"May I enter?" he asked tentatively. He could guess whatever situation happening in the room was one that the captain wouldn't be terribly excited about when he came back to the room. Hopefully it wasn't something bad enough to incite a break from his stoic reserve and simply something that would earn a harsh, disapproving scowl.
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His brow furrowed slightly to feel dampness under his feet. He didn't really think too much about it while he unlocked the door. The sight that greeted him, however, brought back all of the tension of the day. Jean-Luc's muscles tightened and there might have been a tick of anger in his jawline. His eyes pierced where Q was to his eyes asleep.
"Q!" It was barked out harshly.
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The floor was still sopping wet. Towels had not fixed the problem; there had been far too much water for that. At least the fish and coral were off the floor; the dead fish were bagged up in the trash and the broken coral was sitting, dripping, on the coffee table. Q hadn't wanted to throw it out; it was tangible proof that he was still a Q, dammit, even if he had to do human things like... well... fall asleep. He could still make things from his mind.
And other people's pillows.
Of course it would have been better if the coral hadn't fallen on the floor and shattered, but he'd take what he could get.
"Oh, hi, Jean-Luc," he said as his heart rate returned to something slightly resembling normal. "How're you doing?"
(OOC: other thread is not finished but Data's mun assures me the fish will most likely have been cleaned up by the ( ... )
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"I, uh... Well, I was experimenting with my powers, trying to see if I could still use them at all, and... I decided to make a replica of your fish tank from the ship you had that Troi crashed into a planet. But it was... a lot more difficult than I expected, and... Well, I ended up making three or four copies of the inside of the tank, and, um... no actual *tanks* to put any of it in." Five or six copies, actually, judging from all the fish, but he suspected that a lower number might work somewhat better in his favor. "The effort knocked me unconscious, actually... I don't think I was exactly firing on all thrusters by the time I had enough power gathered to make the fish."
In retrospect, perhaps a fish tank had been a bad idea. Next time he'd have to figure out what he was going to make *before* the energy spillover made him delirious.
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