*Kara Thrace is sitting at a table near the bar, smoking a cigar and drinking a beer. Which is, as we all know, horribly out of character for her. Oh, wait. That's a lie...*

The door opens, and a blonde man in a suit walks through, talking on a cellphone. "Oh, come on. For a staff meeting, that was extremely productive." He pauses. "Yes, I said for a staff meeting. You're the one who knows about all that Holy Wood administrative crap, not me. Fine. I'll talk to you later." He hangs up the phone and sits down at a table ( Read more... )

This was the chance Troi was hoping for. It's the first time she's come into the bar while wearing a tricorder. As soon as she sees where she is, she flips the instrument open and starts scanning the door, herself, and the general area around herself. The machine dutifully records the readings for later analysis ( Read more... )

There is a flash of light, and Q is there.

Don't mind him. He's just a little grumpy this month as it seems someone posed him a riddle and none of the humanoids he's asked the riddle of have given him anything other than a very simple answer that he knows can't be the answer the puzzler is looking for.

There's a flash of light. No, it's not the Paparazzi, it's Q.

He's in the bar. He saunters over and takes a look at Bernard's Notice. He laughs, and his voice booms loud enough for all to hear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Bound Persuasion ... I am feeling magnanimous tonight.

"I will consider paying two people's tabs completely ... if you can ( Read more... )

In the beginning, there was the Word. The Word was a Letter. The Word was Q.
"Truman ..."

Scully was looking over her notes thoughtfully, her pen tapping against the pad. She had added some information based on her current findings. They didn't add up though. In fact a lot here didn't add up. It was really troubling. There had to be an answer here, something. But she kept finding more and more questions instead. Her dinner seemed almost ( Read more... )

[OOM: In the Nexus]The Door opens. Beyond can be seen a room decorated for Christmas. Though the architecture and furniture are nineteenth-century, some of the decorations and toys could not be made by that level of technology ( Read more... )

KARR isn't in the best of mood today, as evidenced by his pale scanner and the fcat that for the most part, he's been sticking to his favorite corner. But now he's beginning to creep out and explore the rest of the bar again, although his scanner remains off-color and his windows are darkened. He might be willing to talk to people, if they don't ( Read more... )

The front door opens and she walks in, looking around. If you've met her, you know her either as a professional dancer or as a front desk clerk at a hotel. Or perhaps as a Q.