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Mikaela Banes (gotinthecar) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-23 10:10:00

Entry tags:

!open, mikaela banes, q (star trek)

WHO: Mikaela Banes & OPEN
WHAT: Going for a ride with near disastrous results.
WHEN: Mid-morning (around 10AM)
WHERE: Not too far from the Housing Complex
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

A mild annoyance at the constant changing situation around her caused Mikaela to rise earlier than was typical on a day off. While this Starscream was a much easier one to get along with, the fact that he could revert to his old self (or, worse yet, another version entirely) without warning meant that she was on edge far more than usual. Granted she had a feeling Skyfire wouldn't let Starscream hurt her. But what if Skyfire couldn't stop him? Or what if he attacked Skyfire first? There were too many what-ifs to her liking so she'd decided rather than sit around and stare blankly at the morning paper while wallowing in the all, she'd instead go for a ride to settle her nerves and clear her mind.

A quick bite of breakfast and she was out the door. A few minutes later she was on her motorcycle with the wind blowing across her face and the vibrations coursing through every bone in her body. Colligo, she had to admit, wasn't the greatest place she'd ever visited but it did have some pretty kick ass roads that were straight and fairly unpopulated. Likely meant to be service roads and off limits, only sans the signs marking them as such, they offered her a chance to put the throttle wide open on her bike and simply exist in the moment.

Unfortunately the closer to the shopping areas that she got, the slower she had to go, so Mikaela tried to stick to the unpopulated roads near the Housing Complex. It was while heading down one of those - a road she'd traveled a dozen or more times before in much the same fashion in fact - that she saw her life flash before her eyes due to one singular event that began a domino effect and very nearly ended in disaster.

Someone stepped out in front of her.

The tires locked as Mikaela slammed the brakes and rose up on her seat to keep from losing her balance. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and her knuckles turned white as she twisted halfway around so she was now in a full-on skid. She didn't want to lay the bike into the asphalt and possibly lose her leg as a result, but she didn't want to hit someone either. So she did her best to compromise and leaned as far to the side as she could manage without toppling right over. It put her very nearly parrallel to the ground and caused a loud screech of tires. There was a stench of burning rubber in the air as the bike at long last came to a stop... less than a foot from the pedestrian.

"I know you have the right of way since you're on foot, but didn't your mother ever teach you to look both ways before crossing the street?!?" she exclaimed, voice slightly muffled right up until she pulled off her helmet and got a good look at the other person. "You're not hurt, are you?" That one came almost as an afterthought. And truth be told, she was simply too afraid of what she'd find to be bothered to look at her bike at the moment.

She had just finished detailing it, too. Damn it.

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continuum
2009-07-23 04:33 pm UTC (link)

Why he was walking around that morning actually using the legs of the human form he took instead of flashing in and out as he pleased as he usually did could not be answered, nor would he answer it if someone happened to ask. Perhaps it was boredom, curiosity, or mere indulging of the encouragement he'd received in the past from two most notable Starfleet Captains who felt that bipeds and humanity shouldn't be ignored and discarded; cast aside and thought of simple minds with barbaric, primitive ways. He did think this city was primitive, but who was he to change it? It was amusing so far. No need to add alien architecture to the fold to feed his need for something more aesthetically pleasing with his son -- and alright, so he had been the one to change the young, teenage Captain Kirk into the Admiral as a way of showing his son just how one went about toying with the frail minds of mortals -- having opened this particular can of worms.

Oh, he saw that bike coming. Knew it would come, in fact, but allowed it to come. He merely smiled at her, still wearing Captain Janeway's uniform style of choice, and said, "I don't injure and I never head a mother. How traumatic for me."

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gotinthecar
2009-07-23 04:42 pm UTC (link)

That... was not the answer Mikaela was expecting. To find out that someone didn't have a mother wasn't a particular shock - lots of people didn't have mothers, herself in included. But to have someone just casually mention that they couldn't be injured. While certainly not a new occurrence in this place, it was the first time she'd met one of these supposedly invulnerable people face to face.

He didn't look very different from anyone else, she decided. He was vaguely familiar, meaning she'd probably seen him around the message boards here and there, but there wasn't anything about him that really stood out. Not even the Starfleet uniform looked too out of sorts. Not with so many others claiming to be from the sci-fi series, at least.

"Whatever," she muttered, finally turning with a heavy sigh to look at her bike. And for the first time since arriving in Colligo, Mikaela very nearly started to cry. It wasn't ruined, not entirely. She could still get it back to the shop. But it was broken in places. A mirror here, large scratches across the pain there. One of the frames for the tires looked like it might even be bent.

"I'll tell you what's traumatic," she spoke again after a second, turning back to face the stranger who had stepped out in front of her. "Going for a nice, relaxing ride, minding my own business, and wrecking my bike. That's traumatic." There was clear annoyance in her tone as she glared openly at him.

"Really, did you not hear me coming or what?"

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continuum
2009-07-23 05:14 pm UTC (link)

"Heard wouldn't be the word I would use, being that I know what has happened and what will happen, along with what should happen and what could happen and what would happen if one thing went another--but oh, you don't want to hear about all that. I stood here on purpose. I wanted to see what that moment of impact was like. Curiosity got the better of me, you could say, and it let me down. Not as exhilarating as I thought. Pity. Perhaps I shall have to indulge in one of those amusement park rides people seem to adore so much."

He eyed the girl and noted the tears. Emotion and sad emotion at that. He never handled that well. Q knew how to handle yelling and lectures and even being hit, but this? This was new.

A frown, a lift of his hand and a snap of his fingers and the bike was all better, set back up on the stand.

"Does it have a name?"

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gotinthecar
2009-07-26 03:39 am UTC (link)

Quite suddenly just who he was snapped into place within Mikaela's mind. She wasn't a Star Trek fan - not as much as most, at least - but she'd watched enough of The Next Generation with her dad before he'd gone to prison that she was at least passingly familiar with the series. And this, she realized with startling clarity, was Q. An omnipotent being who had single-handedly introduced the Borg to Starfleet along with several other misadventures before the series had run its course.

Struck silent for a moment, Mikaela wasn't quite sure what to say in response to his desire to be hit by her motorcycle. She almost pointed out that there hadn't been an impact, technically speaking, but decided it was pretty pointless. Instead she stepped closer to the bike itself to better survey the damage.

Only to find that the damage had disappeared.

Blinking once, twice, and finally a third time, she slowly turned back to face Q. "Thanks," she stated simply before frowning a bit at his question. "A name?" she echoed, then shook her head. "No, no name. She's too new and hasn't told me what it is yet."

Okay. Even Mikaela would agree that probably sounded a bit insane. However she was of the belief that most vehicles - not counting ones that actually could speak and were, in fact, robots aliens - tended to reveal their names slowly to their owners. To just force a name upon a car, motorcycle, or the like, wasn't right. And yes, still crazy even when she tried to rationalize it, but it's how she felt and she saw no reason to change her opinion just because most others didn't understand.

"So, um," she cleared her throat and turned, setting her helmet down on the seat of her bike. As she glanced back at Q, she finished her question. "Why would you want to get hit by a bike? Why not one of those monorails or buses or something, instead?"

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