Question Meme

[transwarp_beam]

1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

Questions can be for this journal, or - because I'm lazy - warpedrive or mi_aosda. I suppose you can get one question for each if you feel so inclined ;)

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Out of all the muses of mine to ask mScotty anything... don't ask o__O

[my_god_man]

[A flutter of wings in the middle of a dream. The interviewee is awakened to find a man both familiar and strange to him. He looks, in the basics of shape, like a colleague of the dreamer's. But his complexion is much to swarthy and the hair is much too platinum. The Chief Medical Officer of the ISS Enterprise has never sported a gigantic pair of dove gray wings, either.

The interviewer gives his subject some time to adjust to the situation. Calmly sitting Indian -- heh, that name amuses the blond intruder -- style, with his elbows on his knees and his chin on his fists. Once the engineer is done with his unique brand of tizzy, the angel asks his question.]

Why the hell d'ya pull that shit with Kirk? Ya gotta deathwish or sumthin'? [Three large feathers trickle down to the floor by Scotty's bed.]

It's original, I'll give you that ;)

[warpedrive]

What the bloody buggering fuck, Frankenstein?

[it takes him a moment to realise that there are certain key differences between this bloke and his favourite ghoulish CMO. The wings, for starters, are definitely new. Just when he's concluded that this is a particularly odd dream, the apparition speaks and derails him yet further. His immediate inclination to tell Frankencupid to fuck off is inexplicably diverted en route to his mouth, and to his absolute bewilderment he finds himself giving a completely honest answer...something he hasn't done in a very long time]

Y'seen the way people live on this ship? In fear for their lives, tryin' t'gather enough power t'protect themselves or t'be insignificant enough no' t'be worth the effort'a killin'. I'm no' goin' t'live like that. Won't do it. I'm no' fuckin' scared'a Kirk, an' I'm no' goin' t'pretend t'respect him just t'make my life easier. He thinks he can break me then he's welcome t'fuckin' try, but it's no' goin' t'work. An' if he can't handle that then tough.

Yey for spurr of the timeclock originality! ;) And thank you. :*

[my_god_man]

Frankenstein? Ehh... nevermind. I think I dun wanna know. [Waves a hand dismissively while reflecting a moment longer on what this Montgomery Scott in this reality has just said. Still has a disgruntled frown on his face.]

'K, yeah? Ya get points fer the impassioned speech 'bout freedom an' all. I totally get that. But what I don't get is the part where yer now askin' fer it. Fiddlesti-- Ah, ta hell with it! Not like it won't be mornin' soon 'nuff. [Glances about at their surroundings.] Shield's holdin' anyway. So... where wus I? Oh yeah! 'Bout ready ta pull outta can of Blasphemy on yer... ass. [Gets an almost giddy edge to his smirk. Dang, it always feels good to cut loose a little.] Right, so...

Fuck, son, yer bein' more than just defiant an' free an' all Braveheart. Yer jus plain bein' stupid. There's remainin' unbroken, an' there's the crap that gets yer finger lobbed off fer no damn good reason. [Looks down at adeptly healed, but still mutilated hand. All the while feathers steadily line the floor around

[warpedrive]

[glances down at his hand, flexing the remaining fingers] Alright, so maybe that one particular occasion didn' exactly end well for me. Freely admit that. But there's no point in regrettin' it when I know damn well that even if I'd known what was goin' t'happen, I wouldn't've done anythin' differently.

An' what bloody business is it'a yours anyway?

Cheeky Chris is cheeky. I'm sorry. :|

[nurse_cchapel]

Can I get two questions?

XD

[transwarp_beam]

Only if they're good ones.

[nurse_cchapel]

One: why did you go into Engineering?

Two: is there any chance I get to kiss you when I'm sober?

[transwarp_beam]

Went int'engineerin' because I couldn't imagine myself doin' anythin' else. Wanted t'be an engineer ever since I was old enough t'understand what one was. Nothin' else ever held my interest the way tech did.

...the second one's entirely up to you.