When Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnipresent Beings Attack!
And So They've Breached the Double Digits.
Tabor contemplated the screen. "I'd say," he said thoughtfully, "that, due to the dark appearance of the night, it originates in an area near an equator."
"Appearance is irrele-" Seven stopped, blinked once, and began typing busily.
The warp core grinned broadly as B'Elanna burst through the Engineering doors.
Its smile fell when Tom came charging past her in the direction of the core, armed with a spork.
"Tom! Back!" B'Elanna yelled, and Tom stopped in his tracks, head hanging. "Good boy."
"Mooses?" whispered Tom sadly.
B'Elanna collapsed against the warp core crying.
Q popped everyone into a different Jeffries tube, and then popped himself in as well.
Chaos greeted him. He tripped over Yoga-Tuvok, someone hurled a chicken at him, he ducked as he fell, and…
"This is very undignified," he muttered, tightening his robe (thank God.) "Tommy! 'Lanna! You're back! How very nice." He eyed the half-Klingon for a moment. "And you do look fetching in Tom's t-shirt. Will you mate with me?"
A piercing shriek of a battle cry erupted from Tom's throat as he lunged at Q, pinning him to the floor…
Q's "Mating Finger" hit Maggie's hoof.
"MOO!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Q, joining the illustrious ranks of the Voyager screamers.
"WHEEEEEEEEE!" said Tom, bouncing up and down victoriously.
"What?!" said Janeway, her ponytail whipping Chakotay in the face as she turned her head blindly. "What's going on?"
"The cow," said Carey, sadly noting that he was once again surrounded by fresh chaos, "is currently asphyxiating as it orbit's a neutron star."
Harry promptly burst into tears.
In the Sickbay, the Doctor sang mournfully about the phasered squirrel.
Q sniffled in a corner, dejected. "I suppose I have to set everything to rights now," he grumbled, and before he disappeared, he snapped his fingers.
And so…
Janeway blinked rapidly. "I can SEE!"
Chakotay grabbed an onion, blushing furiously.
Neelix screamed. "My onions!" He gathered them up and went racing back to the mess hall.
Tabor and Seven had reached the conclusion that the Timbuktu night was in fact, interestingly enough, from Ecuador.
Tuvok wailed piteously, and the Doctor was faced with a difficult dilemma: detoxing the Vulcan first or removing the box of colored pencils shoved into various facial holes.
Settled comfortably in the vast emptiness of Engineering, B'Elanna wondered how long it would take before someone felt the need to release the engineering crew from a Jeffries tube and the various supply closets that Q had "accidentally" locked them in.
Harry sighed, semi-coherent, and Carey shuffled the deck of cards, smoking another pickle.
"Two-card draw?"
Harry moaned. He had a hangover like death.
Tom sighed happily and curled up in his bed, engulfed in sheets. He inhaled sanguinely, burying his head in the pillow that smelled like B'Elanna.
"AHHH!"
A random crewman tried to escape one of the Doctor's mutated moose-shaped onions.
Q grinned. He had felt the need to leave a few bits of chaos aboard the Voyager.
THE END
"Or is it?" said Dr. Chaotica.