A/N: Wow, had to change the rating! Not because of much, just a couple words, and mostly out of paranoia. As always, I own nothing, and if you haven't already go read the Enterprise Rules!

KJ- Kathryn Janeway
C: Chakotay
BT: B'Elanna Torres
TP: Tom Paris
T: Tuvok
HK: Harry Kim
N: Neelix
K: Kes
EMH: Emergency medical Hologram
V: Vorik

Q: Q (duh)

QJ: Q Junior


KJ: Just don't.

C-Don't what?

KJ- Whatever they were thinking of doing.

C-That seems oddly inspecific.

KJ-It is.

BT: I thought we had decided this: NO FRICKIN' TRIBBLES IN ENGINEERING!

TP- Oh damn

TP: For your own sake, don't leave tribbles in Engineering!

BT- TOM...

TP- Yes?

EMH- Should I prepare Sickbay?

TP- Probably.

KJ: Please don't kill or maim other members of the crew. Seriously, we just finished repairs and medical treatments, we don't need anymore casualties.

EMH: Sickbay is NOT the place for an indoor swimming pool!

K- How did that happen?

EMH- Ask the ensigns in the Brig!

T: Please do not confine people to the Brig without just cause.

EMH: THAT WAS JUST CAUSE!

T: These rules are for actual rules only.

HK: My saxophone is not an 'infernal cat-killing noise machine'.

TP- Umm.

HK- Really Tom?

TP: I am Tom Paris, not old-Earth singer Tom Waits. Trust me, you don't want to hear me sing.

KJ: Q!

Q- What?

KJ: You are not allowed on the ship, Q!

Q- Kathy, you're cruel!

KJ- I just don't want you appearing in my BED again.

TP- Wait... What?

KJ-...

Q- Oh, come on. That was just to turn your attention to that subject.

KJ- I did not want to contemplate 'that subject'. Get off my ship.

Q: Captain Janeway is mean.

EMH- Stop whining!

KJ: Q is an immature, obnoxious, manipulative ass.

Q- Hey!

KJ: GET OFF. MY SHIP.

K: We don't need bees in Hydroponics, we have those little beetles that scare Neelix.

N- You had to remind them?

C: Yes, a shirt is a necessary part of your uniform.

C: Same for pants.

C- Q!

Q- Okay, that was not me.

KJ- Q Junior!

QJ- Yes, Aunt Kathy?

KJ: Please keep uniforms on their proper persons, in the proper arrangements.

Q- Something that specific is just asking for trouble.

HK: I want my saxophone back. What is it with you people and stealing my stuff?

Q: Junior, please give Harry his saxophone back.

QJ- :P

HK- Aw, c'mon.

Q: BRING THAT PATHETIC HUMAN INSTRUMENT BACK OR SO HELP ME I WILL TURN YOU INTO AN AMOEBA!

QJ- It's back in its case! It's back in its case!

KJ-... I wish I could threaten that.

K: Don't paint Sickbay neon colors. Apparently it's possible for a hologram to get a migrane.

EMH- Thanks...

N: Don't paint my kitchen neon colors either!

KJ: That wasn't what we meant by a mural.

C: If you want a swimming pool, run a holodeck program. Don't flood a Cargo Bay.

KJ: Don't measure seasons on the ship and program the environmental controls to imitate them. And even if you did that, it wouldn't justify having a swimming pool anywhere but the holodeck during 'summer'.

HK: Don't replace my saxophone with bagpipes.

HK: Just stop messing with my stuff, okay?!

EMH: Don't leave poisonous spiders in Sickbay!

TP- Well, having poisonous spiders there seems better than having poisonous spiders in wherever is farthest from Sickbay.

EMH: Don't leave poisonous spiders anywhere.

K: Why did someone leave a wig outside my quarters?

BT: Why did someone leave an anger management book outside mine?!

TP- No comment.

KJ: A shipwide pillow fight is not a reason to order an all stop.

C- Actually, if no one was a t the helm, it was probably good that we weren't just plunging headlong into the unknown.

KJ- Don't defend them!

KJ: THE PILLOW FIGHT STOHCTRDHKJJKN

TP- What?

BT- I'm pretty sure her PADD was hit by a pillow.

KJ: DAMMIT, ALL OF YOU STOP WITH THE PILLOWS!

BT: The Science crew is going down!

V: They instigated an agressive encounter. We retaliated.

T- That was logical.

V- Thank you.

C- Captain, you may want to just choose a side and ride it out.

KJ- All right.

KJ: Science AND Engineering are going down! Q TEAM FTW!

Q- Oh, now you want me around.

KJ- It's total chaos. I didn't think you'd pass up the opportunity to send floating pillows around te ship, smacking people in the head, with my approval.

Q: TEAM Q FOR THE WIN!

QJ- I want in!

BT- Oh shi

TP- Yeah, holding a PADD and fighting someone usually don't work well together.

Q: SURRENDER OR BE TURNED INTO AMOEBAS!


A/N: Yeah! Pillow fights! I appreciate ideas for topics, please review and feel free to leave an idea!