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This is an 8 part Qanteen Qanticle.

Hat tip and a sQueeze of the bagpipe goes to WildHighlandr57, who located an important news link from out of over 2000 posts! ThankQ!

The 8 series parts will all be posted as replies to Thread Post 8 (the jumping dinosaur post).

Merry Christmas to All!

A Qhristmas Eve Eve Tale

*texokie was, as usual, under the Steinweigh. She has been hard at work. The Qanteen was completely devoid of living souls, except for her - even the Qanteen Qatz and Dawgs had taken the night off. It was so quiet she could hear the faint ticking of the Qlock on the mantlepiece, which is the only thing quiet about that Qlock.*

*She sits up and stretches. What a job! She almost has all the walking sticks wrapped. There are only 188 to go. It really will take her at least the time she has until Qhristmas morning to get them wrapped, and today is the 23rd. She’s really relieved to have been able to get them all carved, much less wrapped! Maybe she can fudge and just tie ribbons on them…. no. It would be better to wrap. The last couple of sessions of the Spit N Whittle Qlub with research and analysis on the Arlington Cemetery Mysteries and the Flynn Sentencing Postponement situations as well as the new Q drops and tv news items had afforded her much needed conversation time to get all the carving completed.*

*The area under the Steinweigh looks like a magpie’s midden. There are papers and paper bits littered everywhere. The glue bottle is on its side, with only the least amount of glue dripping onto (thankfully) a scrap piece of paper instead of texokie’s favorite under-the-Steinweigh pillow. There are bottles of glitter and spangles and seQuins scattered about with only the least amount of spillage from them. There is a small pile of big round Qhristmas balls. There are string, scotch tape, different sized scissors, and rolls of wrapping paper still on their cardboard tubes. There are sheets of printing paper with little squares cut out of their centers. There is a tub sitting there waiting to receive all of this for storage once the job is complete. Texokie surveys all this tiredly, and decides to take a break.*

*Climbing out from under the black sleek shiny Steinweigh, she unfolds to her full compact height. She knows that people sometimes think she’s short, but they just don’t grasp the true reality. She’s actually a very TALL person trapped in a short person’s body. After hearing the satisfying crunches of her body readjusting to a fully upright position, she puts the scissors on the piano bench and pads into the Qitchen for a fresh cup of Qovfefe. While she’s there, she also manages to find a stray pastry or two.*

She puts the plate into the sink and pours another cup of Qovfefe - heavy on the cream this time. It isn’t quite as fresh as she likes, but it is still drinkable. She pads back into the Qommon Room where the Steinweigh and the Qanteen Qhristmas tree are. That tree is really beautiful! The Qanteen members have outdone themselves decorating it with strings of lights, popcorn, cranberries, and various sizes and shapes of ornaments. There is a beautiful Angel on top. Texokie’s contribution were big shiny Qhristmas balls with favorite Q memes she had cut out and glued onto the balls, along with glitter, seQuins and spangles. She had thought the tree might need some more, but no, the effect right now is just perfect! She determines that part of her break will be to gather up and put away the extra Qhristmas balls and the glue and glitter, seQuins, and spangles and put then all into the tub. What’s REALLY important is getting all those walking sticks wrapped…..*

*Just then, she becomes aware of a strange penetrating hum. It is different from the noise the Qlock makes when it is getting ready to chime. She wrinkles her nose. A not quite unpleasant smell of ozone floods the room. And right there, coming from in front of the tree, is a blinding light. Texokie flinches and closes her eyes. When she opens them again the light has gone away. There is a tall man standing in front of the Qhristmas tree! She grabs the scissors from the piano bench and prepares to defend herself and the Qanteen as well as she possibly can!*

*Texokie and the man regard each other, each with a very startled expression on their faces. They simultaneously cry out:*

WHO ARE YOU???!!!

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PART TWO

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

*texokie is brandishing the scissors and staring down the unexpected guest with her best glare, who does not at all seem to be properly intimidated.*

Are you TEXOKIE?

*Now THIS really startles texokie. Does she admit it? Lie? Stay quiet? WHAT???? Why couldn’t USMC79to83 or KitJ, or xone, or Lone Palm, or ANY of our many wonderful Qanteen veterans or military guys be here now? She continues to brandish the scissors*

Oh this isn’t going like it was supposed to at all. Somehow there was a minor miscalculation. Oh for Pete’s Sake! You can put down those scissors, I’m not going to hurt you. Are you TEXOKIE?

*texokie seems strangely put at ease by something about this man who has appeared in the Qanteen Qommon Room so suddenly. She nods and puts the scissors down on the piano bench.*

Yes, I’m texokie…. Now WHO ARE YOU???

*The man considers that for a moment and asks another question*

Are any other Qanteeners here? You call them “FReeQS,“ don’t you?

*texokie, mouth open, dumbly shakes her head “no,” then nods. She clears her throat, seeing the confusion on the man’s face and that her head motions sent mixed messages*

No other Qanteeners are here…. Yes, we call ourselves “FReeQs”

Are Mother of Dragons (and Dragonlets) or Bagster here?

*texokie feels she can trust this guy for some unknown reason, and shakes her head “No.”*

Well, what about Swordmaker? What about blu and greeneyes? Cletus D. Yokel?

*She again shakes her had “No.”

And what about Swordmaker’s staff? CJWolf? KitJ? Storm Flag?

*texokie hesitates with this one.*

Well, I’m the only one here, and I’m on Swordy’s staff. Will I do? …Wait….HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME????

*The man regards her through very old and kind eyes which have seen much - even though, while mature, and he seems to be at his prime, but not old enough to have such deep and wise eyes.*

Well, truth to tell, no one was supposed to be here!

*Startled, texokie cries out:*

HOW DID YOU KNOW?! That’s true! I only changed my mind at the last minute because I have so much to doooooo! The whole Qanteen membership went to a special party with food and Qarol singing and dancing a couple of towns over. Even the Qanteen Qatz and Dawgs went. I finished my Meme Tree Decorations and only have 188 more carved walking sticks to wrap!

*The man looks at the mess under the Steinweigh, looks at the carved walking sticks, picks one up and examines it with care, puts it down, and smiles at her and says:*

We have it all. But it is true that sometimes as the Plan plays out, things on the ground change and have to be dealt with.

*texokie didn’t like the idea of “being dealt with.” She grabs up the scissors again*

And just HOW do you plan to “DEAL” with me???

*The man sighs and wonders how this one fierce little dragonlet in front of him could so sorely doubt his intentions, but he understands, and is patient. Little does this little creature know how he could disarm and break her into itty bitty pieces if he chose…. Or does she? She might. No matter. He means no harm to her. He would never intend that. He actually was acquainted with one or two of her relatives. But he can’t mention that. Orders.*

Please, put the scissors down. What I meant is that I had not expected you, but it will probably be for the best that you are here. Sometimes that is what happens as the Plan plays out. The unexpected happens, and yet it can all work out for the best.

I am certain you have heard of “Adapt and Overcome.” That’s when things are not as you expect, no matter how carefully you plan, so you adapt to the new unexpected circumstance, and then have the fierce Will and Faith and Certitude that you WILL overcome any obstacle.

*Knowing that this is true, and not at all deterred by being called an “unexpected obstacle to be adapted to and overcome,” texokie puts the scissors down again and decides that this man should be treated as guest and not an adversary. She had relatives in the Marines, and that was something she had heard a LOT. She had even OFTEN been the source of causing someone to “adapt and overcome.” She was GOOD at it! She motions for him to be seated on a nearby beanbag.*

*He is quite tall and lanky, and folds himself up like a safety pin getting into the bean bag. She smiles as she watches him. She has put her Qovfefe cup on the small covfefe table near her favorite bean bag. She gestures the question of would he like a cup? He nods. She brings in another cup and hands it to him. She also brings in the box of donuts and pastry. Texokie sinks into her own bean bag, and cups in hand, they peer at each other. The man has a wry smile on his face*

Well, sir, you do seem to have the advantage of me. You know my name, you know I’m alone in the Qanteen. You seem to know the names of some of our members. But anyone could know those if they keep up with our threads at all. You said “We have it all.” And you speak of the Plan. Please, who are you, and why are you here? And more than that, how did you get here????

*The man looks kindly at her. He runs his hands through his very short and evenly cut hair. He looks around the Qommon Room and takes it all in.*

It really IS quite lovely here. We are very pleased at what we have heard of this place.

*texokie takes in this little nugget and leans back into her bean bag and tries to assemble her racing thoughts behind her trifocals*

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PART THREE

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

I’m glad you like the Qanteen, but that doesn’t answer why you are here, or who you are, or for that matter, HOW DID YOU GET HERE??? I heard a strange noise, saw a bright light, and smelled OZONE!… And WHO is “WE?” You must have read our threads because you do know of us, but…. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON???

*The man grins and says:*

You have more than you know.
Describe what is front of you.
How is this relevant?

*texokie is startled and blurts:*

YOU SOUND LIKE Q! ARE YOU Q?

*The man’s grin gets bigger and he raises his eyebrows at her indicating she should continue her thoughts. He takes a sip of the Qovfefe and seems to relax a bit.*

OK… You are saying I know more than I think I do.

*He nods as he reaches for a maple covered donut.*

OK OK. Let’s see. In front of me is an unknown man. He appeared out of nowhere. Tall. Mature of age… You have the look of a habit of discipline about you. Your hair is dark and short and you have a bit of graying at the temples and will be going salt-and-pepper in only a few short years, I imagine. You are in a uniform. It is cared for well, but it is not as crisp as I imagine you normally would have on. And there are actually a few smudges of dirt here and there. I’m thinking you have been seeing action of some kind in it - or are in the midst of action somehow right now. I don’t know much about current uniform styles, but I think you might be a Marine.

*He nods, encouraging her to go on. texokie continues looking at the man carefully so she can continue describing what is in front of her. The first thing she notices now is the fruit salad on the man’s uniform. She does not know about the various ribbons, but one of the ribbons stands out. It has a ribbon with some circle-like things on it, and she can’t make them out well, but even though he says he isn’t Q, those LOOK like Qs. (She wishes she had asked USMC79to83 about Marine ribbons.) His black boots are highly polished, but he HAS been through something, because while they aren’t scuffed, they have a little film of dirt which could be easily wiped away.*

You have a lot of ribbons - none of which do I recognize because I’ve never really studied such things. One ribbon is especially unusual. It looks like it could be Qs, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I see a pin of a front facing eagle, with the beak pointing to the bird’s right, which makes me think you could be a bird colonel maybe. You have well polished boots, but you have been in a dirty place because there is surface dirt on them. Why is a bird colonel in such a rumpled dirty condition, is what I want to know!

*The Bird Colonel shakes his head and the smile gets bigger. He had forgotten that the Q battle ribbon was on his chest. He’s not Q, but he has served Q and Q+, and has been recognized for that. Very few people have ever seen this kind of ribbon. And if they have, even fewer recognize the Qs. From his reading he knows the FReeQs in this Qanteen are SHARP! *

*He finishes his cup of Qovfefe. Texokie gestures to see if he wants more, and he nods. She gets up and gets some for both. While she is in the Qitchen, she starts a fresh pot of Covfefe because it looks like it is going to be a long night! She also makes some sammiches, because maple donuts and eclairs are not conducive to thinking. It appears they will need PROTEIN! She gets a couple of worn dish rags out of the drawer and offers them to him along with the cup. The sammiches are on the covfefe table between them*

Thanks, texokie. You nailed it pretty well. Yes, I am a full Colonel in the Marine Corps. I am traveling, and there have been - let’s say - some misadventures. Nothing major; it happens, but I’m embarrassed that you caught me in dishabille.

*The Bird Colonel takes a rag and runs it over the boots which immediately start to shine again. Satisfied, he takes a big bite of sandwich and addresses texokie with his mouth full, which texokie thinks is a very uncolonel like thing to do - but he’s obviously hungry, and she’s glad to feed and help him:*

Ohhkhay…you haaafff…..deshcribed……whaaat … iv.. in frohnt of you.

*Bird Colonel swallows.*

This is GOOD! … OK. You have described what is in front of you. Now. How is this relevant?

*He takes another bite of sammich and a sip of Covfefe while texokie gathers her thoughts.*

HOW is this RELEVANT???? Well, for starters, for ME it is relevant because I’m already so behind in wrapping my walking sticks, that having an unexpected guest - albeit a welcome one - puts me further behind. How is this relevant?… how is this relevant?

*she mutters the question over and over, and takes a sip of Covfefe and a bite of sammich.*

OK try this. It is relevant for YOU because apparently something went sideways. Are you even supposed to be here at all? Maybe you were on a mission, it went sideways, and you knew about this place as a possible shelter. Somehow, in your planning you had the data that this place was supposed to be empty, and you could avail yourself of the facilities…. OH! Facilities! By the way…. Please freshen up if you want to! The “necessary room” is down the hall and to the left. But you know that, don’t you?

*His smile gets even bigger. He nods and puts his cup down. texokie is treated to the vision of him unfolding his tall lanky bulk out of the beanbag and heading down the hall with the clean rag in hand.*

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PART FOUR

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

How is this relevant? How is this relevant?

*Texokie continues muttering that while getting out of her own bean bag. It is a little easier for her than the tall Bird Colonel, since her center of gravity is closer to the floor. She walks to the Qhristmas tree and examines the floor where the Bird Colonel first landed. Nothing. She ends up walking around the whole tree, examining the floor, the shadows behind the furniture and even cranes her neck to peer into the rafters. Nothing. She is still circling and looking at and around the tree when the Bird Colonel comes back. He looked like he just got out of a band box. How do those Marines and other service guys DO that??*

What are you doing, texokie?

*She finishes her circumambulation of the tree, and stands before Bird Colonel.*

WELL another relevance is that you got here SOMEHOW! I was checking for evidence. Burn marks. Scuff marks. I don’t know…. Maybe a stashed-away TARDIS???

*Bird Colonel comes out with a big belly laugh. *

Texokie, you really do have more than you know. Keep talking about the relevance.

*texokie is as bumfuzzled as she’s ever been*

Ok. How is this relevant? I have more than I know?…
Are you SURE you aren’t Q? You sound suspiciously like him.

*He shakes his head no, and says:*

No, I’m not Q. I am a Q fan, as you are. You are doing well. Keep thinking…. Hmmmm….. Ok - here’s a crumb. What happened on January 20, 2017?

*texokie wrinkles her brow in deep thought. That date sounds so familiar. Her hands go to her sweater which had gotten snagged in the last trip out to the woods for the pine boughs which are now on the mantle next to the Qlock. What a joyous happy-making time that was! A thought occurs to her. She starts worrying with the sweater snag*

How did you know it was ME?

*Startled at the non-sequiter, Bird Colonel laughs again that wonderful full bodied laugh. *

Well, you came out from under the Steinweigh, because your stuff is all under there. You wear trifocals, you have a snagged sweater…

*texokie gives a short nod and worries with the yarn tag even more*

…And you are short! How could you be anyone else?

*texokie snorts and starts to explain the truth about her height to Bird Colonel, but then rolls her eyes, deciding it isn’t worth the effort. It never is.*

Well, that confirms that you HAVE been reading our threads!

*Bird Colonel nods, then gets the conversation back on track:*

Texokie, I know you know what happened on January 20, 2017.

I know I do too, Bird Colonel! But I’m drawing a blank right now. I need my laptop!

*texokie reaches under the Steinweigh, picks up the laptop, and then thinks she remembers, so before opening it she brightens and blurts:*

IT WAS PRESIDENT TRUMP’S INAUGURATION!

*Bird Colonel nods.*

Trump said a LOT in that speech. I really WILL need my laptop. I even think I know the part you are wanting me to find!

*Bird Colonel gazes expectantly at her while she seats herself on her beanbag, and her fingers dance over the keys. Bird Colonel folds up onto his bean bag as well. Fairly quickly she looks up and says:*

OK, I think I found it!

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PART FIVE

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

*On texokie’s laptop, the browser had a web site pulled up:*

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefings-statements/the-inaugural-address/

*As she skims through that precious document, which had meant so much to her then, and means even more now, she reads a few phrases here and there out loud:*

“…We are one nation – and their pain is our pain. Their dreams are our dreams; and their success will be our success. We share one heart, one home, and one glorious destiny.

The oath of office I take today is an oath of allegiance to all Americans….”

“…. But that is the past. And now we are looking only to the future…”

“…From this day forward, a new vision will govern our land. From this moment on, it’s going to be America First….”

“…. I will fight for you with every breath in my body – and I will never, ever let you down. America will start winning again, winning like never before…”

“…We will seek friendship and goodwill with the nations of the world – but we do so with the understanding that it is the right of all nations to put their own interests first.
We do not seek to impose our way of life on anyone, but rather to let it shine as an example for everyone to follow….”

“…We will be protected by the great men and women of our military and law enforcement…”

*Texokie looks up at Bird Colonel, and is surprised to see the same unshed tears in his eyes matching hers.*

Oh thank you Bird Colonel. Oh thank you. Thank ALL of you!

*He inclines his head in gracious acknowledgment. Texokie goes back to her laptop and continues to read as she scrolls through that speech.*

“…and, most importantly, we are protected by God….”

*Bird Colonel is now actually reciting this part of the speech as she reads, for this is the part she was looking for, of which he had wanted to remind her*

“…Finally, we must think big and dream even bigger.
In America, we understand that a nation is only living as long as it is striving…”

“…We will not fail. Our country will thrive and prosper again.

We stand at the birth of a new millennium, ready to unlock the mysteries of space, to free the Earth from the miseries of disease, and to harness the energies, industries and technologies of tomorrow.

A new national pride will stir our souls, lift our sights, and heal our divisions.

It is time to remember that old wisdom our soldiers will never forget: that whether we are black or brown or white, we all bleed the same red blood of patriots, we all enjoy the same glorious freedoms, and we all salute the same great American Flag….”

That’s IT, isn’t it, Bird Colonel? Space Force? New Technologies? Being able to unite with our brothers and sisters once more without anti-union forces dividing us so purposefully?

OH!….
You DO have a TARDIS!!!!

*Bird Colonel’s face and body relax once more into his big laugh*

No, texokie…. But you are on the right track! You DO have more than you know!

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PART SIX

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

Texokie, think of what a TARDIS is described to be. What is it? WHO was Dr. Who? What was his job in that tv show?

*texokie does the classic face/palm slap*

TIME TRAVEL!!! Oh. …. you are saying you DON’T do Time Travel.

*He shakes his head no. texokie’s brain is going through mental files and finally comes up with an analogy*

STAR TREK?!! BEAM ME UP SCOTTY? You got here with a Transporter?

*Bird Colonel looks at texokie with a very serious expression. He appears to be running through HIS mental files. What can/should he tell her?*

I have never said that, nor told you that, Texokie. But what the President said in his speech is true.

“We stand at the birth of a new millennium, ready to unlock the mysteries of space, to free the Earth from the miseries of disease, and to harness the energies, industries and technologies of tomorrow.”

*texokie ponders those words, spoken by the man in front of her with great authority, humility, and power. So she ventures to guess.*

I’ve heard some pretty smart people speculate on the Q threads, and also read a lot of articles, and seen youtubes, that the Deep State had actually accomplished the finding and development of a lot of advanced technology which they did not share. I’m believing that at least some of that is true. I mean, after all, you ARE here, aren’t you?

*Bird Colonel sighs and nods. *

WOW!!! THAT IS SO KEWL!!!!!

*Bird Colonel looks at her with a sheepish grin*

Yes, it is, isn’t it?

Well, Bird Colonel, now that your Obstacle, me, has Adapted and been Adapted to, and I do declare that I’m on your team now, what is the Overcoming part? How can I help? What is your Mission? Why are you here?

By the way, I don’t feel right just calling you “Bird Colonel!” I fear that inevitably I would end up calling you “Birdy” - and I don’t think that would do at all.

*Bird Colonel ponders that a bit, and then says:*

I would like to tell you my real name, Texokie. But I can’t. By the way, may I call you Tex? Or Texie?

*texokie is readily willing to give her permission.*
Sure! Either one would do! I’m happy to answer to either!

Thanks Texie. I think I’ll go with that. My name and personal information for this mission are classified, Texie. I see what you mean about “Birdy.” I think you can call me “Seymour.”

“SEYMOUR??” Seriously? Are you SURE you wouldn’t like “Birdy” better? Well, never mind. Seymour it is! For sure I will remember it … and you!

*texokie climbs out of her beanbag. It is important that she stretch a bit. She freshens up Seymour’s cup, and goes down the hall.*

*Seymour, meanwhile, unfolds himself out of his beanbag and picks up one of the walking sticks which texokie had carved. It is certainly the work of a beginner, but promising. She has an eye for the grain and there is evidence she’s working with it instead of against it. He sees the ornaments with the memes and laughs at several of them. Many he recognizes from the work of the FReeQs and anons and other Q researchers across the net.*

*He walks to the mantle and examines the Qlock. He puts it down when it appears that the hour is about to strike. He doesn’t want to damage it. The mother Owl comes out along with the nest, and as he had read about in the threads, she feeds the little ones while loudly hooting. Most amusing!*

*He chuckles when he notices that the Qlock FReeQs had placed little tiny Santa hats on the Mother and the Little Ones. When the loud bongs begin counting the hour, he moves away to the Steinweigh. It is truly a beautiful instrument. His mom had played piano. He sits down and does what every self-respecting piano admirer does: He plays “Chop Sticks.”

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[There was a mis-numbering glitch. Be advised, this is a NINE part series. Ooops.]

PART SEVEN

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

*While Seymour sits at the piano, he thinks of how glad he is that the Qanteen was not empty as he had expected it to be. He has enjoyed his respite here. He had, of course, been assigned to read the FReeQ threads. They have been an important barometer for this cross section of the population for his boss, who actually IS on the Q team. His boss had cleared him for some things, but of course, not everything. *

*When he had earlier gone down the hall to freshen up and get to looking presentable again, he chanced to go into a lovely room, which looked like a shrine or devotional place of sorts. He had seen pictures in there of the POTUS and FLOTUS. There were others, such as Seth Rich, and more who have given their lives for the Holy Cause of Freedom in this battle not only for the freedom of this nation, but even the liberation of the entire world. He knew from reading the threads that it was indeed the Qanteen Quiet Room. The twinkling votives gave the room a special calm. *

*What a very special group these FReeQs are, so many of whom are gray haired, and have grown creaky holding the Standard and Torch for Freedom for so very long - and now hoping they are on the cusp of seeing their steadfast Vision bear fruit. He had bowed his head momentarily and then exited to see texokie circling the Qhristmas tree very strangely. What a Quirky one she is! He chuckles, “Tardis.”*

*His playing continues. This is truly a FINE instrument! He thinks of his Mission. He had noticed the recent newspaper reports of how the UK Forces [good guys] were following the cargo activities in the Arctic. He himself was involved in the US equivalent surveillance.*

*What the kids know very well already, but what the general public does not know, is that it is ALL REAL! He had been flabbergasted to learn that there really are such beings as “Elves.” But things are not as simple as the children’s Christmas tales. He was immersed in a world where the Elves - good guys - are under assault by certain enemies, and the US and UK air forces had been enlisted in their defense. Texokie had come really close to some aspects of the truth, as he had hoped she would, but he still could not speak of them or any of the specifics.*

*His space ship had taken a big hit of some kind of energy weapon by the Enemy, and crippled its drive function. The energy weapon did not breach the hull, but during the course of trying to fix the drive, he had had to get on the floor under the cowling in that area and had rumpled his uniform. The dirt came from the hydroponics/greenhouse unit which had also been hit.*

*He had managed to get into geosynchronous orbit over the Qanteen area and get the cloaking device on. (Yeah, we have those too!) What the Qanteeners do not know, is that there is an unmanned Government installation nearby, where he can obtain the parts he needs to fix the damage.*

*He had hoped to transport himself directly into the installation, but discovered that it has shielding which did not allow him to do that. The problem now is that he had hoped to be able to borrow a Qanteen vehicle on the QT to get there. His monitoring of the Qanteen indicated that no one would be here. No one would ever have known he had been there. He can’t ask Texokie to take him to the installation, but he has to figure out a way to get there - and to keep her safe as possible from learning things that could put her and other Qanteeners in danger.*

*So now he’s here, and the Qlock is Ticking. He really needs to borrow one of blu’s or greeneyes’ vehicles. He had noticed from his preparation to come down here to the Qanteen, that the trip to the installation from here would not be difficult; the snow pack is just right for one of the Qanteen snowmobiles. He chuckled, texokie really IS good at being an obstacle. Her Marine relatives raised her right! But now, what to do? He can’t tell her. *

*Seymour is startled when texokie skooches him over on the piano bench and plays the bass part to Chop Sticks. What a gorgeous piano! They finish with a flourish and both laugh heartily. Seymour realizes he has to take at least a little chance on texokie*

Texokie, do you Trust the Plan?

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PART EIGHT
A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

Do I Trust the Plan? Seymour, I believe I can say truthfully, that, yes, I do. We have been examining the Q Drops and as they happen, the Q Proofs since they began appearing. We have been researching and learning together, and seeing what we do believe to be the unfolding of the Plan before our very eyes, even though, for some reason, others cannot always see it, and even though it does seem pretty clear. Yes. I do believe in the Plan.

Do you trust POTUS?

Yes.

Do you trust Sessions?

Yes.

Do you trust Kansas?

Yes.

Do you trust Wray?

Yes. Even him.

Do you trust ME?

*Texokie stares at Seymour’s face to see if there are any Qlues there. Of course, there aren’t, although she can see very clearly the sincerity of motive there.*

I really don’t know, Seymour. I THINK so. So far I have. You have been pleasant company, and I DO like what you do with Chop Sticks…. Do you need help?

*Seymour looks intently at the keyboard as though the white and black ivories and ebony would tell him what he needs to know.*

Yes, texie, I do. What I need from you is to trust me enough not to ask questions.

I think I can do that. It might be hard, but yes, I think I can.

Ok, then. May I borrow a snowmobile? I need to go somewhere out in the woods. This really IS part of my Mission, even though it may not make sense to you.

Of course, Seymour. I heard blu say there was one they had just finished servicing yesterday. The keys are out in the Qarage…. OH! You don’t have a coat!

*As they go to the Qanteen Qloset, they both hear things shift inside as they approach. Texokie opens the door, and can’t believe it; a path has been cleared by the stored shovels to the coat rack. She gets a nice warm downy parka for Seymour, who puts it on gratefully. There is a pair of gloves and a knit hat in the pocket which he puts on as well. She gets her own parka out and they head for the Qarage. Behind them, they hear a sort of sigh and then a lot of crashing and clattering from the Qloset.*

Something else, texie. As you discerned from the Inaugural Address, in addition to high tech space and gadgets, we also have some medical advancements available. I have a medical scanner which showed me that you are very healthy, but there is one little area which needs a boost with some special help which is available in the device now. I do caution you that it will make you very sleepy, but I promise that the injection will be highly beneficial. Will you accept it?

*texokie considers the offer from Seymour. She knows that it could be risky, but then she feels as though she’s ”in for a penny; in for a pound.” After all, what the heck? She nods.*

OK then. Let’s go to the Qarage, get the key, and I’ll give you the injection. You are to then come back in here and go to your pillows under the Steinweigh. You will go to sleep pretty quickly, so don’t bother with the other stuff you have stacked up to do. You will have only just enough time to give me the key and tuck yourself in. Can you do that?

*Texokie nods. They go out to the Qarage, where Seymour admires all the lovely vehicles. He wishes he had time to look at the Qanteen greenhouse, but he is on a tight schedule. Texie hands him the key to the snowmobile parked near the door. He checks it over and it is in beautiful shape. He starts it up and it sounds great!*

*Seymour reaches into his uniform breast pocket and retrieves the High Tech medical device. He scans texie and it confirms the earlier finding. He sets it for the injection. Texokie nods, and he gives her the shot.*

Wow, Seymour, that didn’t even hurt!

Go in NOW, texie! The medicine is working NOW! You WILL wake up refreshed. Thanks for your help and for believing the Plan! Where We Go One We Go All!

*texokie watches as Seymour salutes her and drives off on the snowmobile. Oh my! He was right! She is getting really drowsy! She turns and goes in, throws her parka on her beanbag, puts the dishes in the sink, moves aside the papers, tub, glue and sparkly stuff, and walking sticks and Christmas balls. The feather quilt is there. She wraps up, gets comfortable, and snuggles down into a wondrous deep restful nap*

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PART NINE

A CHRISTMAS EVE EVE TALE

*texokie stretches and wakes to a pile-up of Qatz and Dawgs strewn all over her. Grey_whiskers, Kitty Claws, Cat’s PJs, ssschev, draped all over her. There are even some Qatz and Dawgs present with whom she was unfamiliar. Interesting. But no time for that now. She puts aside her quilt. It is mid-morning, and there is a cheerful bustle in the Qanteen Qitchen. Mother of Dragons (and Dragonlets), greeneyes, blu, WNeighbor, and several other beloved FReeQs are preparing a nice mid-morning brunch. WildHighlander57 is setting out food on the long table. They apparently had gotten in VERY late, for Seymour had left with the snowmobile pretty late! SEYMOUR! Did he accomplish his mission? She knew she would probably never know. *

GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD! I see you got a LOT done last night! I didn’t really think you would be able to get all 188 walking sticks wrapped last night, but you did! And the meme ornaments look wonderful! The Qanteen looks so neat and tidy!

*Mother of Dragons (and Dragonlets) called out to her, and in her not quite groggy condition, texokie thought she heard her say that the walking sticks were wrapped and the Qhristmas ball decorations mess was cleaned up. And the Qanteen was neat and tidy? How could THAT be??? Then she notices that part of her covers is the down jacket she had loaned Seymour last night*

* Mairdie, Aquamarine, bitt, KitJ, bagster, stars&stripes forever, little jeremiah and other Qanteeners, who had been in the Quiet Room for morning devotions came in to the Qommon Room and were marveling about something unusual in the Quiet Room.*

Texokie, did you put that new picture in the Quiet Room last night? IT IS GORGEOUS! Where did you get it?

*Puzzled, texokie is wondering what in the world they are talking about. She moves aside the still-boneless Qatz and Dawgs, who apparently had had a wonderful time at the Qarol Singing, and gets up from under the Steinweigh. She marvels at how terrific and FIT she feels. She had not slept that well in a very long time!*

Oh it’s good to see you, Mother of Dragons (and Dragonlets!) I had an adventure last night!

*She gives hugs all around.*

*The members of the Qanteen who were assembled, grabbed their cups of Qovfefe while the remaining buffet items cooked. FreeQs Steven W., TXnMA, eldoradude, LucyT, Sky Pilot, Jocko Manning, all sat on the beanbags and couches and floor around her. Others came into the room as she started her tale. AzNASCARfan, Typelouder, pink pig, ConservativeSIster, Pete from Shawnee Mission, Cletus D. Yokel, musicnart, generally, ichabod1, busied themselves with some Qitchen activities. InformedMomOf 6, buffaloguy, lyby, John4:11, and nclaurel saw something was getting ready to happen, and they joined in with cups of covfefe in hand. There were still plenty of bean bags and pillows for all to sit on and cozy up. She told all of them of all the strange things which had happened while they were at the Qarol Singing and Feast. No one seemed to believe her! They told her she had had a marvelous dream! *

You don’t believe me!

*Her beloved FReeQs were laughing and shaking their heads “no.”*

No, texie, but we LIKE hearing your stories! We can always at least count on a chuckle with what comes up from the depths of your rather skewed and strangely wired brain! Otherwise we would have to tell you that you had taken complete leave of your senses!

*texokie sighs, and understands how crazy it all is. They just can’t believe that she had NOT wrapped the 188 walking sticks and cleaned up the mess. Blu was headed to the door to the Qarage and texokie calls out to her*

Blu, are all the snowmobiles accounted for?

Yes, texie. They are. I looked them all over when we got back last night. But come to think of it, it was weird. I was surprised to find that the one near the door was a little warm…

*texokie considers this. At least Seymour got the snowmobile back and had returned the parka and so presumably he is ok and the Mission accomplished. That made her feel good.*

Well, what is this about a new picture in the Quiet Room? I promise I didn’t put one in there!

Oh texie, you are such a tease! Of course you did!

*texokie sighs and wonders if maybe they are right, she’s gone nutz! She decides she has to see it for herself. She marches down the hall to the Quiet Room, and enters. FReeQs trail after her. The powerful positive energy of love and reverence in there never fails to calm her down, and it did so now. She gazes out of the windows on the snowy landscape above the lake shore. She chuckles to see the neighbor children hard at it with an unrestrained snowball war. She looks at the beautiful pictures, the votive candles burning in various places, and the personal devotional materials all in their cubby holes at the rear of the room. The lovely banners with WWG1WGA, and the pictures of the POTUS and FLOTUS were still there, just as they had been the last time she had seen them*

*…. But wait, over there in the corner, near the US Flag, to the right of the window seat is a new small table, and on it is a new GORGEOUS picture of the POTUS and FLOTUS which she had never seen before. Everyone has gathered, and are looking at her expectantly. She picks it up, and turns it over. She catches her breath in a sharp gasp*

LOOK AT THIS EVERYONE!

*She holds up and shows them that the back of the picture has the highly distinctive signature of our POTUS, a smaller more conventional signature of what looks to be the FLOTUS signature, and under the two is the simple “Q+”

*All the Qanteeners collectively gasp as texokie had done and start wondering if texie really HADN’T taken leave of her senses! Maybe she really WAS reporting something out of the ordinary which happened! Texokie puts the new picture carefully back on the table*

*About that time, Swordmaker, who is very rightfully particular about ANYONE messing with his computer, and who locks it up with a double password whenever he is out of his office, came in to the assemblage. That computer contains the LexiQon, which is the output of the entire Qanteen, and his own work editing it! He did NOT look happy, but rather very puzzled and a little worried*

Texokie, did you by any chance mess with my computer last night?

*texokie gulps*

Gosh no, Swordy! I didn’t touch it! I CAN’T! Your passwords are like Fort Knox!

Well, I wish I knew who did! There is a VERY strange note which someone left on it! And this ISN’T on my email program! It’s on an internal word processing document, and I DID NOT PUT IT THERE!

*The Qanteen Assemblage, with the Qatz and Dawgs joining in, collectively moves to the LexiQon Office. Swordy touches a few buttons on his computer, and the message pops up:*

Dear TEXOKIE and the FReeQer Qanteen,

Thank you so very much for your hospitality and the use of the snowmobile. It enabled me to achieve my objective in rapid time. I was able to replace the gas. I think blu and the Qarage Guys will judge it to be in the same - if not better shape than before.

By now you have likely seen the signed portrait of POTUS and FLOTUS on the new table in the Qanteen Quiet Room. I was authorized to give it to your Qanteen for services rendered.

I have also been authorized to tell you and the Qanteen:

“It’s real!”

https://ukdefencejournal.org.uk/raf-to-be-put-on-high-alert-next-month-to-monitor-cargo-aircraft-activity-in-arctic/

However, I recommend that unless you want to be considered “looney toons” you must not talk about it with anyone outside the Qanteen!

This is NOT a Q drop! And I’m NOT Q! (No comms outside of 8chan) but is an authorized peripheral crumb for only YOUR Qanteen’s consideration. This crumb will not be officially acknowledged, likely for years to come. I strongly suggest and encourage that it not be shared openly outside the Qanteen until then.

Finally, it was difficult not to be as open with you as I would like to have been, texie. I still am under orders not to reveal my real name. But you and all who read this letter, should understand that what I chose as my pseudonym is also my admonishment to you as you move through life. (Learn my comms!)

Most gratefully and fondly,
And
MERRY QHRISTMAS
And
God bless you ALL!

Seymour

PS. I hope you don’t mind the liberty I took by wrapping your 188 walking sticks and picking up the papers and decoration mess. You were sleeping so soundly when I got back. I had the time to do it. Know that All Is WELL.

WWG1WGA

*texokie was pondering that, “Admonishment??” “Learn my comms?”….and brightened as she said, along with several other highly tuned in FReeQs*

SEYMOUR!….. IS ...SEE MORE!!! We all need to SEE MOAR as we move through life!!!

The FReeQs collapse into various stages of smiles, chuckles, laughter or side splitting guffaws. It is a perfect joyous setting for the rest of the Holiday Activities… for Christmas Eve Eve has passed, and today is now Christmas Eve!

END PART NINE

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