Q Anon: 12/21/18 Trust Trump's Plan

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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