From anonsisters@yahoo.com Mon Apr 27 00:18:43 1998 Path: news2.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.gte.net!newsfeed1.earthlink.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: Anon Sisters Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: The Q Chair Accepted Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1998 01:18:43 -0700 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 115 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 208.254.108.170 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news2.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:7239 Subject: The Q Chair Accepted Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 20:07:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Anon Sisters To: ascem@earthlink.net CC: mercutio@europa.com, ereshkgl@cyberg8t.com, Homespon@aol.com, Alara Rogers , jeanita@cpcug.org, astarte@cyberg8t.com, jjarrows@aol.com, Varoneeka@aol.com, Robinl@s054.aone.net.au, drewry@roanoke.infi.net As you might recall, after naming Varoneeka to P/Q Department Head (since the others didn't want it) and watching her gracefully and gratefully accept, even though it means no raise in pay, Ruth is about to see if the Anon Sisters will take the chair in Q Studies: But wait -- two black-clothed shapes are coming to the front. They are completely covered in black cloth, much like ghosts on Halloween. Will they accept this chair? ******* One of the robed figures halts abruptly. The other nods, undisturbed, and continues to the front of the room where Q rises from the throne/chair and steps aside. The robed figure nods at Varoneeka, who's blinking furiously, whether to hold back tears or just in confusion, it's hard to tell. The figure next turns to Saint Julia, and accepts the inevitable red cloud of "Chair Dust." A little of the rusty dirty falls on Q's sleeve, and Jeanita rushes forward to clean it off, receiving for her troubles a fierce kiss which leaves everyone else seething in jealousy. The robed figure has now turned to address the assembly. "For her own reasons, my sister in anonymity has elected to undergo a vow of silence until such time as her spirits are settled again in her breast, or wherever it is she's keeping them these days. I personally saw this delightful little bag at this garage sale in the Garden District the other day, but the old lady wanted five dollars for it, and it was scuffed along the side." Q shifts his weight and everyone flinches. The robed figure seems to rouse herself. "I don't know how to thank you all for your support over the years --" Ruth clears her throat. "-- uh, months that we Anon Sisters have been writing our stories, but it sure has been lovely. And now, to think, I get to accept this chair in the name of white-hot fucking, the dream power of the Q, the witticisms and...did I mention the fucking? But words are so insufficient to show how I feel at this honor...Well, perhaps His Qness would provide a demonstration?" Q snorts. "In your dreams. And could you please hurry this up? Jean-Luc and I have a lunch date for hot fudge...uh...sundaes." Everyone sighs. "Right." The robed figure moves back and sits in the chair. *POOOOOT* Everyone turns in fury to Greywolf. "It wasn't me!" he shrieks. The robed figure is digging under her hip, however, and comes up with a Q-shaped whoopie-cushion. "It really *is* his chair," Alara breathes in awe, and there's a respectful hush. Ruth clears her throat again. "Right. Well, there are refreshments in the next room and I'd like to thank -- damnit, people! For once can we finish things properly?" But her request is in vain, as the assembled crowd is now in full stampede to the buffet tables. Q takes the opportunity to flash out. Saint Julia and Varoneeka give each other hugs and drool a bit over Vee's medalion. Alara and Mercutio pump Jeanita for details on the Q kiss. Ruth and atara retire to their own rooms, where what they get up to is *no one's* business but theirs and the guy who's secretly running the video camera. Robin, Laura and JJ fight over the whoopie cushion. When someone finally thinks to look again for the two robed figures, they are nowhere to be found. THE END _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- TSU If you build it, they will come Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com