poly_chromatic | Sector 001

[ Functioning. It applies to both his own body, and the communications device, but sadly not his powers. He'd worn himself out trying to zap himself back out of this miserable existence, and now Q was suffering--suffering from a bruised ego, a sore head, and - perhaps most unfairly - a grazed knee. Mortal, but not not Q. Trapped, but not wholly aware how. And the ticking of the clock is making his headache worse. A most disagreeable state of affairs. And now here's his face, at first much too close to the camera, and then withdrawn to a more reasonable distance, revealing Voyager era command red, and four pips at his collar. Not for a moment does his scowl subside. ]

Oh, I'm sure you think you're very clever. Do you have any idea who I am? You'd be well advised to send me back where I came from immediately. Otherwise--well, I can't be held responsible for what might happen. [ Not from him. Oh, no. But the Continuum might have something to say about it. Or his family. At least he hadn't actually fallen into the fountain. He'd come close, but with at least some small part of his once magnificent power available, he'd saved himself the splash at the last second. He leans back, inspects the fingernails of his left hand disinterestedly. ]

Well? Hurry up. I haven't got all day. I'm getting bored.

[ ooc: I'll tag this right up when I'm 100% sure what Q's tag is, thank you for bearing with me! ]

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I think I probably just know them better.

Uh-huh. [He's not buying that this guy might know anything about a world he knows nothing about.]

I've been watching them since they were such little things, mere protozoa themselves. Why, I know them better than they know themselves.

You didn't watch them on Blue Star.

You overlook one little planet, and suddenly you don't know anything.

[ He didn't overlook anything. But he's stunted somehow. Limited. It's the most frustrating thing that's ever happened to him. ]