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Tossed about in the storm
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enterprisingheartWHO: Jean-Luc Picard
WHERE: near House 20/near the Inn
WHEN: March 16th
OPEN TO: OTA!
WARNINGS: None at the moment
Given the mist that's been making its way through the village of a morning - and more relevantly, the reaction that he's seen people have after having been caught out in it - Jean-Luc isn't entirely unaware of the fact that the Observers seem to have seen fit to saddle them with another round of various inconveniences. On the other hand, at least the mist is easy enough to avoid, given that t seems to be most prevalent in the morning, and as far as he can tell, only imparts its effect when someone is actively caught out in it. And that has been easy enough to avoid so far.
In retrospect, he probably should have expected that Observers had something else up their sleeves. As it is, the first flash catches him by surprise, not long after he's stepped outside for the day - one moment he's making his way through the village, the next the village is gone, replaced by the bridge of the Enterprise.
(Ahead of them, the blue-green aura of the temporal vortex looms, large enough to swallow a starship whole.
"Temporal vortex stable," Data reports from his position at the helm.
Picard nods, even though he knows it won't be seen.
"Maintain current course and speed. Destination: the 24th century." A pause. "Take us home, Mr. Data."
Data nods--)
--And then the Enterprise is gone, leaving Jean-Luc reeling in the wake of what he's just seen. And what it might mean, at that. It's certainly not the first time that something the Observers have done have resulted in people seeing things that weren't truly there, but what they might be hoping to get by this, and what it might mean is something that he's not certain he could say. Instead, he stands there a moment longer, before shaking his head as if to clear it and then continuing on his way.
He's drawing near to the Inn, when it happens again: between one breath and the next he's somewhere else entirely, transported by who knows what.
(It's not the bridge of the Enterprise that grows up around him. This time it's vines. Grape vines, to be precise, stretching out as far as the eye can see, and above him the crystal clear skies of a summer's day in France. Home, for all that the Enterprise is just as much so; he makes his way over to the nearest vine, and reaches out as i to touch the grapes hanging there--)
--And then they too are gone in the blink of an eye. This time, however, he doesn't simply stand around amused. This time things are far too deliberate, and given the last time that he'd been bounced around between the Enterprise and La Barre, it's perhaps no surprise that he responds the way he does.
"This isn't funny, Q!"
Mind, he still has no idea if Q is even involved. But in the heat of the moment, he can't deny that yelling at Q feels good, at least, even if it isn't going to change anything.
WHERE: near House 20/near the Inn
WHEN: March 16th
OPEN TO: OTA!
WARNINGS: None at the moment
Given the mist that's been making its way through the village of a morning - and more relevantly, the reaction that he's seen people have after having been caught out in it - Jean-Luc isn't entirely unaware of the fact that the Observers seem to have seen fit to saddle them with another round of various inconveniences. On the other hand, at least the mist is easy enough to avoid, given that t seems to be most prevalent in the morning, and as far as he can tell, only imparts its effect when someone is actively caught out in it. And that has been easy enough to avoid so far.
In retrospect, he probably should have expected that Observers had something else up their sleeves. As it is, the first flash catches him by surprise, not long after he's stepped outside for the day - one moment he's making his way through the village, the next the village is gone, replaced by the bridge of the Enterprise.
(Ahead of them, the blue-green aura of the temporal vortex looms, large enough to swallow a starship whole.
"Temporal vortex stable," Data reports from his position at the helm.
Picard nods, even though he knows it won't be seen.
"Maintain current course and speed. Destination: the 24th century." A pause. "Take us home, Mr. Data."
Data nods--)
--And then the Enterprise is gone, leaving Jean-Luc reeling in the wake of what he's just seen. And what it might mean, at that. It's certainly not the first time that something the Observers have done have resulted in people seeing things that weren't truly there, but what they might be hoping to get by this, and what it might mean is something that he's not certain he could say. Instead, he stands there a moment longer, before shaking his head as if to clear it and then continuing on his way.
He's drawing near to the Inn, when it happens again: between one breath and the next he's somewhere else entirely, transported by who knows what.
(It's not the bridge of the Enterprise that grows up around him. This time it's vines. Grape vines, to be precise, stretching out as far as the eye can see, and above him the crystal clear skies of a summer's day in France. Home, for all that the Enterprise is just as much so; he makes his way over to the nearest vine, and reaches out as i to touch the grapes hanging there--)
--And then they too are gone in the blink of an eye. This time, however, he doesn't simply stand around amused. This time things are far too deliberate, and given the last time that he'd been bounced around between the Enterprise and La Barre, it's perhaps no surprise that he responds the way he does.
"This isn't funny, Q!"
Mind, he still has no idea if Q is even involved. But in the heat of the moment, he can't deny that yelling at Q feels good, at least, even if it isn't going to change anything.
