AmeriQan Gothic was actually something I wrote in an email to Emma -- it was
pretty... no, REALLY pointless and dumb, but I dunno, she liked it, and I
thought it was kinda cute... well, I don't know if "cute" is the word.
Anyway, yeah, I deleted almost everything on my FTP site and I'm making ASCII
versions, but I couldn't do it all last night. Here, I'll send you what you
haven't read, but um, please don't kill me. <:)  
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Ummm... Just don't ask. <g>


AmeriQan Gothic c1996 JJ Arrow 

"So what did *you* think the Maquis were about?" B'Lanna Torres asked slyly
to the painfully naive Ensign Kim.
     Kim couldn't speak. His eyes were wide in fascination, and a sense of
arrival of the kinkiness of the scene that lay before him.
    Torres chuckled softly and reapplied her black lipstick, her dark eyes
quickly seeking out where Cmdr. Chakotay had placed himself.
    The dry-ice mist floated thick throughout the cargo bay, the neon strobe
lights cutting through the fog like phasers, as the insane dance mix pumped
deafeningly through the huge Aiwas. Lt. Tom Paris thumped his head in time to
the dance mix, swaying his body slightly.
    "Enjoying yourself, Lieutenant?" came the amused inquiry from the
somewhat tall figure in the black fishnet shirt and the inky black jeans.
Makeup reminiscent of the long-dead J. O'Barr's Eric Draven smeared under his
eyes.
    Paris looked up at the man and grinned. "Chakotay! I think I like the
Voyager a lot better, now that the Maquis decided to take over!"
    Chakotay shook his head and snickered. "And everyone always thought we
were merely a resistance group." He grinned. 
    
***

   Neelix turned the corner, arms full of chips containing music wavs. from
Senseless Death, (*THE* Metal band of the 24th century...), when he heard...
something... coming from SickBay...
    Kes sighed long and deeply, as the waves of beautiful release washed over
her. She tangled her fingers in what there was of the Holo Doctor's hair and
kissed him hard on his mouth, as his fingers played with her back, holding
her to him tightly. 
   The amicable voice of the ship's computer jolted the both of them. "EMH
program running low on memory. Compensating."
   The Doc quirked an eyebrow, and then leaned to kiss Kes again, when his
face passed through her, as if he were a ghost. Kes reached her hands right
through him. 
    "Dammit!" yelled the Doctor. "I'm intangible!!"
   Just then, the doors fwooshed open. 
   Kes giggled nervously. "Uh, hi Neelix."

***

   There was a burst of light on the dance floor, but no one noticed.
   Q looked around, murmuring to himself, "Kathy dear, I *adore* what you've
done with your flying spade..." Gothic. Nice. He could feel right at home
here. Maybe they had taken a cue from his black lipstick. He snapped his
fingers, reappearing in a highly attracitve black silk outfit, one of his
ears pierced with a silver upside-down ankh. 
   Suddenly, the doors to the cargo bay hissed open. 
   Janeway stood in the doorway. Her eyes were outlined in thick black
mascara, and her lips were completely black. The tight leather Dominatrix
outfit suited her perfectly. She snapped the whip for attention.
   Q raised one eyebrow, and then the other.
   "ORGY!!!" shouted Paris.



   The chronometer in Janeway's room buzzed obnoxiously. She opened her eyes
blearily, her head throbbing. What had happened? What had she been drinking?
Images came back to her fuzzily. 
    No. No. It was all just too impossible. She sighed.  It was all just a
dream, of that she was certain.
    
   Invisible, Q floated above Janeway's bed, staring down at the condom on
the floor, still fresh and in its wrapper.
   "Whoops," Q whispered. 
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Anyway, you can see why I didn't post it on the newsgroups... <g> BTW, if you
actually want to read any of the Swamp Thing fanfic, I'd be happy to send
that to you, also -- those deal with my other little obsession, Dr. Arcane...
Unfortunately, I've had a lot more story ideas for him than poor old Q at the
moment.

-JJ