[The video that starts up is extremely low to the ground. And the person on screen? Why, it's a cat. Well, if one ignores the wings folded against his sides and back. Despite how medieval his world is, he isn't fully surprised by the technology. Althena had something similar to this. And, well, when you have something Strange for as long as he had it, one tends to play around with it.

His little red eyes narrow though and he speaks. Yup, flying, talking cat-like thing here, and his voice sounds about like an eight year old girl's voice.]

So what in the hell kinda whacked out place is this, huh? At least you bastards left Ruby on Silver Star. That's right, I can tell she's not here, and I can tell the other two aren't here. [A pause.] I admit, that'd be a pretty good trick, getting the next Black and Blue here.

But that's beside the point! There better be fish coming, 'cause if I'm being forced into something stupid, I want a bribe or two or twenty.

And I swear to Althena, Ghaleon, if this is more of your shit, I am so going to claw you back to death.

[ 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 And now here's his face, at first much too close to the camera, and then withdrawn to a more reasonable distance, revealing Voyager era command red, and four pips at his collar.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! ]