Who Invented Questions?
Feb 1, 2016 21:53:28 GMT -5
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Post by =Q= on Feb 1, 2016 21:53:28 GMT -5
“It’s ... been a while, hasn’t it?”
That warm, genuine smile seems to fill the room. It’s a comfortable feeling. The feeling of warm blankets just out of the dryer. There he sits: haven given human form. The Single Letter Superstar. No introduction needed. Often mentioned as one of the good ones despite his journeyman wanderings. Or maybe because of. As free a spirit as could have ever existed.
“I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been. And there’s SOOOOOOOOOOO many Questions you have for me, I bet. Where have I been and what was I doing and WHY did I leave and where do babies come from and ... you know. Sometimes, questions aren’t necessarily meant to be answered. At least, explicitly anyways. That’s why questions are fun, because there’s always a better answer. You just may not have found it yet.” His eyes begin to track something on the other side of the camera, resulting in some rather ... interesting ... looking faces.
“You ever notice looking into a space and seeing little flits darting in and out, sometimes they look like worms and other times just folds in the air and ... I grew up with the idea that they were fairies. Or energy left drifting in the open. Or angels. Depending on what day it was. I could see them and other people could see them but ... we never reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally agreed on what they were. <haughty, blustery voice> Rrrrrurgh those are dead cells on the surface of the eye and herpa derpa derp ... “ Q puffs up and mimics a rather large, chesty poofy man with serious looking-down the nose syndrome. “ ... it gets tiring to hear people poo-ing all over your dreams. And so you stop telling people your dreams. And then? Total collapse, man. Game over.”
Well. THAT got dark quick.
“... I think it might be all three. Or none of them. Or something else completely different. So I got to meet a real life sumo wrestler. He was a biiiiiiiiiig dude. I liked his hair. And he wasn’t angry, like most people that size. I dunno. I don’t know if big dudes are always angry. A lot of them are. Maybe it’s that their legs get tired from being so tall. I will say that he’s the biggest guy I’ve ever met. He’s pretty chill though. The whole Zen warrior bushido thing going. I would’ve invited him for a traditional tea ceremony, buuuuuuuuuut it’s been done. And I don’t do that whole parody of myself thing. Live in the now, 8-bit. 1080p. Atari’s gone and so is ... huh.”
Q’s lips purse a bit, nibbling at the bottom corner of his mouth. “ ... so I got my next assignment for Trauma. Cory. Or ... Jury. He’s changed his name since last time I saw him. I suppose that’s the cool thing to do these days. Forgive me if I won’t jump on that trampoline. Hopefully you don’t get upset at me for calling you Cory. Just lemme know, I guess. So uhm ... yeah. I could say that GR I’m gonna wrestlermans you all over the ring and look oh-so-cool doing it but ... maaaaaaaaaaan. I just wanna hug you, man. I feel bad. I mean ... you just lost someone really close to you. And don’t be upset with me. Please please please. I don’t want to bring up anything that’s gonna cause issues. Geez. I ... hmph. I’m no good at doing this. Like ... I feel for you. I really do. I can only imagine. Don’t uhm ... don’t be mad at me, okay?”
Q crosses his arms slightly, staring off into the distance away from the camera. “I’m no good at this. And hey, I’m sure hopping into the ring to kick my little pasty scrawny butt is gonna be pretty cool. Get some of that frustration out. I’m not going to let you hit me or anything, or like ... well HIT me. But, I bet the physical exertion is gonna be good for you. Keep your mind occupied. You’re a good guy, Cory. I’m gonna enjoy getting to see how far you’ve come since last we tangoed. Tan ... go. Tangued? T- ... you know what I mean. You know me, I’m pretty open-and-shut case.”
With a huff, Q forces himself up off the floor and grabs hold of the camera lens in front of him. “Look into my eyes, and know that I am all here. Contained within these orbs of pale blue. A single moment of lucidity amidst a raging thought river. Know that someone is home ... and the door is always open for you.”
Blink.
“I’m sorry, Cory. I feel bad that I can’t do more for you and yours.”
“Please forgive my ... word ... things ...for not being the most comforting.”
“Thank you for understanding what I’m trying to say.”
“... love those near to you today. “
“ ... I do ... “
That warm, genuine smile seems to fill the room. It’s a comfortable feeling. The feeling of warm blankets just out of the dryer. There he sits: haven given human form. The Single Letter Superstar. No introduction needed. Often mentioned as one of the good ones despite his journeyman wanderings. Or maybe because of. As free a spirit as could have ever existed.
“I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been. And there’s SOOOOOOOOOOO many Questions you have for me, I bet. Where have I been and what was I doing and WHY did I leave and where do babies come from and ... you know. Sometimes, questions aren’t necessarily meant to be answered. At least, explicitly anyways. That’s why questions are fun, because there’s always a better answer. You just may not have found it yet.” His eyes begin to track something on the other side of the camera, resulting in some rather ... interesting ... looking faces.
“You ever notice looking into a space and seeing little flits darting in and out, sometimes they look like worms and other times just folds in the air and ... I grew up with the idea that they were fairies. Or energy left drifting in the open. Or angels. Depending on what day it was. I could see them and other people could see them but ... we never reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally agreed on what they were. <haughty, blustery voice> Rrrrrurgh those are dead cells on the surface of the eye and herpa derpa derp ... “ Q puffs up and mimics a rather large, chesty poofy man with serious looking-down the nose syndrome. “ ... it gets tiring to hear people poo-ing all over your dreams. And so you stop telling people your dreams. And then? Total collapse, man. Game over.”
Well. THAT got dark quick.
“... I think it might be all three. Or none of them. Or something else completely different. So I got to meet a real life sumo wrestler. He was a biiiiiiiiiig dude. I liked his hair. And he wasn’t angry, like most people that size. I dunno. I don’t know if big dudes are always angry. A lot of them are. Maybe it’s that their legs get tired from being so tall. I will say that he’s the biggest guy I’ve ever met. He’s pretty chill though. The whole Zen warrior bushido thing going. I would’ve invited him for a traditional tea ceremony, buuuuuuuuuut it’s been done. And I don’t do that whole parody of myself thing. Live in the now, 8-bit. 1080p. Atari’s gone and so is ... huh.”
Q’s lips purse a bit, nibbling at the bottom corner of his mouth. “ ... so I got my next assignment for Trauma. Cory. Or ... Jury. He’s changed his name since last time I saw him. I suppose that’s the cool thing to do these days. Forgive me if I won’t jump on that trampoline. Hopefully you don’t get upset at me for calling you Cory. Just lemme know, I guess. So uhm ... yeah. I could say that GR I’m gonna wrestlermans you all over the ring and look oh-so-cool doing it but ... maaaaaaaaaaan. I just wanna hug you, man. I feel bad. I mean ... you just lost someone really close to you. And don’t be upset with me. Please please please. I don’t want to bring up anything that’s gonna cause issues. Geez. I ... hmph. I’m no good at doing this. Like ... I feel for you. I really do. I can only imagine. Don’t uhm ... don’t be mad at me, okay?”
Q crosses his arms slightly, staring off into the distance away from the camera. “I’m no good at this. And hey, I’m sure hopping into the ring to kick my little pasty scrawny butt is gonna be pretty cool. Get some of that frustration out. I’m not going to let you hit me or anything, or like ... well HIT me. But, I bet the physical exertion is gonna be good for you. Keep your mind occupied. You’re a good guy, Cory. I’m gonna enjoy getting to see how far you’ve come since last we tangoed. Tan ... go. Tangued? T- ... you know what I mean. You know me, I’m pretty open-and-shut case.”
With a huff, Q forces himself up off the floor and grabs hold of the camera lens in front of him. “Look into my eyes, and know that I am all here. Contained within these orbs of pale blue. A single moment of lucidity amidst a raging thought river. Know that someone is home ... and the door is always open for you.”
Blink.
“I’m sorry, Cory. I feel bad that I can’t do more for you and yours.”
“Please forgive my ... word ... things ...for not being the most comforting.”
“Thank you for understanding what I’m trying to say.”
“... love those near to you today. “
“ ... I do ... “
