Redecorating. (ota to anyone in hotel)
(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.
The room was, in Q's opinion, psychotically neat. Didn't Jean-Luc ever drop *anything* on the floor? And it had no more personality than his quarters aboard the Enterprise, either. Less. Picard's quarters aboard the Enterprise had all kinds of archaeological knickknacks. There was a lot less stuff here.
Boring, boring, boring. Q flopped down on the bed, unable to tell which one was supposed to be his and honestly not really caring. For a few moments he stared at the ceiling, sulking at the whole situation, but eventually the thought occurred to him that since he was utterly bored anyway, now would be a good time to try to assess the damage.
Q turned his attention inward. The injuries radiating throughout his essence were still frightening. He could see why he couldn't use his powers; trying to channel the energy of the Continuum through the usual routes it took through him would cause raw energy to spill over into places that weren't designed for it, like electricity spilling out of a mortal's nerves somehow and burning their flesh. But now that he could see where the damage was, maybe he could route around it.
Concentrating all of his focus on trying to keep the energy flow channelled *away* from the damage, Q reached out to the Continuum again and attempted to draw just the tiniest amount of energy. For a moment he felt as if he were his true self again, suffused with power. And then even the tiny bit of energy he'd pulled overflowed the channel he'd been trying to hold it in, spilled out into the other pathways, and burned him. He was expecting the possibility, so he didn't scream this time -- the last thing he needed was his son showing up to insult him again -- but he whimpered with his human voice, and tears of pain stung his eyes.
There wasn't even enough power to *do* anything with it. Grimly, Q tried again. He had to test if he could even manipulate the energy at all once he had it -- which meant he had to endure it burning him long enough to shape it into something.
By the time he had collected enough Continuum energy to accomplish a simple matter transformation, his human body was nearly sobbing, hyperventilating with the effort and the pain he was feeling, although at least he'd kept his shields up well enough that his son wouldn't automatically sense his distress. He hoped. To be honest he wasn't thinking very clearly. He was in agony, the energy spillover was affecting his mind the way being feverish would affect a human's, and all he could think was that he had to do something to prove that he could still do it, had to make something or teleport something or... whatever. He was half-delirious, free-associating, thinking about Picard's ready room on the Enterprise and pretending to study Picard's fish when he didn't want to look at the human's face and he didn't want Picard to see him like this or anyone else either but there weren't any fish to look at and the whole room was so boring and maybe it needed fish.
The pillows from both beds dematerialized, Q grabbing the atoms in them so he didn't have to make brand-new atoms out of his limited resources, and the coral reef, several copies of the lionfish, and the water for the tank materialized in the center of the room. Q sighed with relief, and then blacked out.
He'd forgotten to make a tank to hold it all in, but at this point he was unconscious. So he didn't notice when the water, fish, and coral reef fell to the floor of the room, splashing all over everything, fish thrashing wildly until finally they gasped and died.
(OOC: Q will wake up if anyone comes in the room and yells at him, but the fish tank sans tank took a lot out of him, so he'll otherwise be out for quite a while. Anyone on the 6th floor who might have heard the coral reef and water crash to the ground, or anyone who can smell the fish or has a pet who can smell the fish, might be interested in seeing what happened. Otherwise I'm sure Picard will eventually find out. :-))
In a rotten mood, Q stomped out of the elevator and followed the signs, and then room numbers, to 637.
The room was, in Q's opinion, psychotically neat. Didn't Jean-Luc ever drop *anything* on the floor? And it had no more personality than his quarters aboard the Enterprise, either. Less. Picard's quarters aboard the Enterprise had all kinds of archaeological knickknacks. There was a lot less stuff here.
Boring, boring, boring. Q flopped down on the bed, unable to tell which one was supposed to be his and honestly not really caring. For a few moments he stared at the ceiling, sulking at the whole situation, but eventually the thought occurred to him that since he was utterly bored anyway, now would be a good time to try to assess the damage.
Q turned his attention inward. The injuries radiating throughout his essence were still frightening. He could see why he couldn't use his powers; trying to channel the energy of the Continuum through the usual routes it took through him would cause raw energy to spill over into places that weren't designed for it, like electricity spilling out of a mortal's nerves somehow and burning their flesh. But now that he could see where the damage was, maybe he could route around it.
Concentrating all of his focus on trying to keep the energy flow channelled *away* from the damage, Q reached out to the Continuum again and attempted to draw just the tiniest amount of energy. For a moment he felt as if he were his true self again, suffused with power. And then even the tiny bit of energy he'd pulled overflowed the channel he'd been trying to hold it in, spilled out into the other pathways, and burned him. He was expecting the possibility, so he didn't scream this time -- the last thing he needed was his son showing up to insult him again -- but he whimpered with his human voice, and tears of pain stung his eyes.
There wasn't even enough power to *do* anything with it. Grimly, Q tried again. He had to test if he could even manipulate the energy at all once he had it -- which meant he had to endure it burning him long enough to shape it into something.
By the time he had collected enough Continuum energy to accomplish a simple matter transformation, his human body was nearly sobbing, hyperventilating with the effort and the pain he was feeling, although at least he'd kept his shields up well enough that his son wouldn't automatically sense his distress. He hoped. To be honest he wasn't thinking very clearly. He was in agony, the energy spillover was affecting his mind the way being feverish would affect a human's, and all he could think was that he had to do something to prove that he could still do it, had to make something or teleport something or... whatever. He was half-delirious, free-associating, thinking about Picard's ready room on the Enterprise and pretending to study Picard's fish when he didn't want to look at the human's face and he didn't want Picard to see him like this or anyone else either but there weren't any fish to look at and the whole room was so boring and maybe it needed fish.
The pillows from both beds dematerialized, Q grabbing the atoms in them so he didn't have to make brand-new atoms out of his limited resources, and the coral reef, several copies of the lionfish, and the water for the tank materialized in the center of the room. Q sighed with relief, and then blacked out.
He'd forgotten to make a tank to hold it all in, but at this point he was unconscious. So he didn't notice when the water, fish, and coral reef fell to the floor of the room, splashing all over everything, fish thrashing wildly until finally they gasped and died.
(OOC: Q will wake up if anyone comes in the room and yells at him, but the fish tank sans tank took a lot out of him, so he'll otherwise be out for quite a while. Anyone on the 6th floor who might have heard the coral reef and water crash to the ground, or anyone who can smell the fish or has a pet who can smell the fish, might be interested in seeing what happened. Otherwise I'm sure Picard will eventually find out. :-))