P.S. Dont just stand there...kill somebody.

-Plot GM's directive.

Coming to a solution, T'Pei unconsciously de-arched her eyebrow.

-Can one "de-arch" an eyebrow? Hmm...

"We know women are more emotional than their male counterparts. Right?"

The question caused the Gorn to retract his upper lip slowly from his fangs. "Mammal... you have no idea."

-Heeeeey, wait a minute here!

I was going to rebute the post with Leon finding things to do with Gorn hide, but all I could find online were recipies for Alligator gumbo. Maybe Le'on could swap his Russian accent for Cajun patois?

"Dat 'dere's some mahtee fine Gorn Gumbo, ah garontee!"

-Evil OOC plottings...

It's like dating. It's painful and miserable and you get a lot of uncomfortable ass grabs, but you just have to put yourself out there wearing a really great dress.

-One writer's view on what asking for JPs is like.

"Where am I ….what happened to the shuttle…who turned out the lights…why am I wet…and most importantly of all, is my hair still okay?"

-Allison

If a man dies in the forest....
And he cant hear anybody around him....
Can Victor still deny him permission to die?

-Chris, OOC

Now was the moment in all the old holo-dramas where someone said sorry, or said something to the dying to explain.

Why waste the oxygen.

-Rafael

...."No, imaginary people don't have rights." He was a bit annoyed.

"And you have already conceded that you do not exist, and will not for several hundred years. Thus, logically, from my perspective in time, you are an imaginary person."

Fraanks was disconcerted. "Well, obviously not! I'm sitting right here!"

T'risia nodded. "An unfortunate paradox that I shall have to resolve. Now...once again, from my perspective, you are an imaginary person. And you yourself conceded that people who do not exist, or exist only in the imagination, do not have rights."

Standing, Franks decided to bring the matter to a conclusion. "Sure I did, but really, I don't see---"

T'risia's hand dipped back into the still open desk drawer, producing a wicked looking Klingon Disruptor pistol. She immediately fired it, slowly and painfully vaporizing the Time Commission accountant.

"Then, since you did not exist, I did not vaporize you. Or at worst, I vaporized an imaginary being, who had no rights preventing it. Very good." Her eyebrow arched, and quirked, and she pounded the Rum. "Arrr."

-Franks and T'risia

"At least no one walked the airlock today..."

-Mr. Walker

None of it was really okay but that was life. One neverending steaming pile of targ shit.

-Arel

t you did last night," she smiled insincerely.

He laughed, apparently quite pleased with the response. As a reward, he handed her the rest of the papaya. "No," he said, as she took the fruit from his hand, "Like this."

Then he stabbed the knife directly into her chest, piercing her heart. She let out a surprised gasp, and then a gurgle, and then she slumped silently in the bed. The papaya rolled out across the floor.

Thyago frowned. "You killed the joke. You were supposed to scream," he snapped at the now lifeless body. He sighed as he leaned back against the headboard and pored himself a bowl of cereal. "No one ever gets my sense of humor."


-Thyago and Chick

Oh dear Great Catmother . ."

-Caitian NPC

The techno-weenies at SFI were in short order able to develop an aerosolized version of Pathogen 547-A, which in due course received the usual asinine nomenclature of "Chemical Inducement, Sexual, Aerosol Based, Formula 547-A, Enhancement 12, for Covert Operations Only."

The techno-weenies simply called it "Nocoxaflopin."

-Betred

"Then you would be God, James," Victor interrupted, his voice firm. "And you're not. Neither of us is." True, one of them was slightly closer to that infinite position than the other, but not close enough to foresee, much less stop, something like this.

-Victor

"Wha tha bleedin' hell i'this, Smitty?" Sam bellowed at the would be pirate before her. "Wha kind o fearrr you gunna strike en tha hearrts a tha massess wearin' BELLBOTTOMS?"

-Sam

"You just had to die and ruin the joke, didn't you? "

-Thyago

"Ssstep fifteen… Call for SPCA to collect Le'on tomorrow morning on trumped up charges and have the fleabag executed by a combination of firing ssssquad and ssssaturation bombing. Ring local pet ssshop and have them exterminate any terran housssecats they might have sssince I do not want to sssee any of thosssse four-legged freaksss again. Call Cattussssian embasssssy and tell them to get off my frakking planet. Declare war on Cattus and Cait jussst to be sssafe and arrange for both planetsss to be nuked to glasssss…"

-K'aa???

"Sometimes being an evil overlord had its drawbacks."

-Rebecca

"I was an acupuncturist for a weekend. Didn't know you needed experience."

-Thyago . . . and does Chad like Psych? I think he does!

Duty," Allen says with a heavy scowl. "means nothing if you live like a frakking Borg drone."

"There is no such quote."

"Klingon. Allen of Ralok."

"You're funny," She says.

-Allen and Arel

"The nine worlds will burn and the gods will die," She quotes to his confusion. "The sun will be dark and there will be no stars in the sky."

"It sounds like an ominous tale,' The Captain growls.

"There's a happy ending," Arel replies. "But I can't remember how it goes."

-*** and Arel

The greatest joy, and deepest problem, with loving someone is that you love them. They matter.

-T'Pei

"Paul McAllister, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

Paul remembered the embarrassment he had caused at their first wedding's rehearsal when they had come to this part. A loud "Hell Yeah!" was not considered an appropriate response.

-The Messenger and Paul

Travel through time?" Daren asked, as if the idea had never occurred to him. "I would suppose so – it's certainly been done enough times historically speaking. James T. Kirk alone did it ten, possibly twelve times if I recall correctly." He smiled. "Of course he also died three times and returned from all of those deaths, fathered an entire planet's worth of children, married most of their mothers, and performed six other impossible acts every day before breakfast. I think there's a religion that worships him somewhere corewards."

-M'Kantu

When Clayton had found out, using his tricorder, that Lafayette's Brother was near death and wouldn't survive long, he'd literally drug what was left of the man through the streets of St. Kitts with a sign tied around his neck proclaiming that this was the fate of those who chose to murder innocent women. Interestingly enough, virtually all crime in St. Kitts dried up the day after that for a time.

-The Messenger

He wants to change the past. He wants to travel back in time and change things, to make them better. And, I want you to come with us."

"To ensure the impregnation of Rebecca von Ernst?" T'Pei asked dryly. "I believe James Corgan is more suited to that task."

-Cutter and T'Pei

"I trust that this day finds you feeling well and hearty? I would wish you peace and long life, but we will have neither, saavy?"

-T'risia

I haven't seen you smile in a long time," The Klingon woman grunted.

Arel felt like feeling her face even though she knew the smile had already left it. "I've been having an off day."

"It made your face look younger. Softer," S'Dora said. "Ugly."

-S'Dora and Arel

People don't like me when I'm angry.

-Victor

Debating ethics was a task better served by those who didn't know what they were doing

-post with Artim, Cutter, and Eve "Plotting to Break the Laws of Physics"

A friend of his once said that you had to play with the cards that you were dealt. In which case, Le’on wanted to have a word with the dealer.

As his wife, it was her right place to compare her husband to the other's bobbling danglies and much to her satisfaction; Leo was still hung like a Cardassian Draft Horse.

-Ayanna Hinanat-Streely

She took the ceremonial Rum, poured herself some, and drank the foul beverage. Her studies had shown that a ration of Rum was vital to the performance of any proper Terran pirate vessel.

-T’risia

"CIC, this is Engineering," the call came in over the intercom. "You mind not hitting ever single freaking piece of debris up there?"

"CATS! THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE! GET SEC- AAAAAH!" The Chief Engineer then cried out in pain and anguish.

"Clarke?" Furlong asked, suddenly having a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "CLARKE!? Answer me!"

A thickly accented Russian voice came over the intercom just then. "He will have to call you back, comrade. He has, how you say? Cat got his tongue?" Then the line went dead.

"Slesssh is coming."

"I know."

"Mathematical projection?"

"That… and a tracking device."

~K’aa and wife

"Classical music? Honey, music from the 23rd century is classical music. Music from the 1900's? That ain't classic, it's ancient."

"Classic means it's beautiful beyond time, fucknuts. And you call me honey again, and I'll break your fucking balls for you."

-John Walker and Mercedes Delgado

Duke was giggling. "Bet mine is bigger than his!" he bragged, then looked down at the tent like structure that encased his genitals. Looking up into Bran's face, he giggled again. "You broke it! Now you have to buy it!"

“There are only seven letters in Fuck off … which ones made you confused as to what I meant?"

-‘Bob’

Mercedes' reaction to another saboteur was precisely what John had thought it would be. She ordered him to tear the crew limb from fucking limb until he had found the culprit.

On the Perdon, this was not a figure of speech.

"I swear the way Picard pulls off these miracles on a weekly basis they ought to do a Tri-D show on him sometime."

"Yeah as if. The ongoing voyages of the Starship Enterprise with Jean Luc McYawn at the helm? Boooooring. What kind of nerds would watch that?"

~Von Ernst and Panic

Somewhere halfway across the galaxy, in the midst of the endless night, the cutest girl in the universe was having a hissy fit.

~Allison Von Ernst

Still, Kaylee was better off on the ship. This wasn't a lifestyle that took kindly to Take-Your-Daughter-To-Work day.

“Go ahead and finish it, you bastard. You know there can be only one!”

“You crazy bastard!” shouted William. “How many times do I have to tell you and your kind – I be a MacAlasdair, not a bloody MacLeod!”