08 - Video - Winning bets shouldn't make you feel sick

[ichoosefight]

[ She's trying so very hard to look smug despite the nausea. ]

Today marks the end of my third week here, death free. Pay up, Crane.

[ Filtered away from Crane ]

Being sick doesn't count away from my victory, does it? And while we're on the subject, does anybody have tylenol?

[ No really, she looks awful. Green around the gills awful. She just... hasn't quite figured it out yet. Herpa derp. ]

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[with_discipline]

[Up is definitely good. The further up she goes, the better T'Pol feels. Well, the closer she feels to the normal level of suck, anyway. It's getting harder and harder to stay in her room, so eventually, instead of huddling on her bed, she lets the door slide open, so she can peek out. She looks like crap, too.]

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[ She starts to feel better as she walks out into the hall. In fact, the further down the hall she gets the better she feels. She smiles awkwardly at T'Pol as she passes, and then stops. Because then it got worse again. Uh. She turns around and goes back to that door. ]

Hi. I don't believe we've met, I'm Stephanie. Are you by any chance feeling sick today?

[with_discipline]

[Hi, Steph. Have a blank look. It hides the bitterness. She's been feeling sick today, and every day since the carnival. In fact, she's got a hand on the door frame to subtly keep herself straight. It tightens.]

T'Pol. [She still sounds rough around the edges.] Why are you asking?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ It's okay, she's feeling horribly awkward and doesn't even notice. ]

It's just that I've been feeling pretty nasty myself, only it got better when I went upstairs, and when I walked down the hall, and then I passed by your door and it started to get worse again.

[with_discipline]

[...Oh, hell no. Now is not the time to be affected by a flood. NOT THE TIME, ADMIRAL. DO YOU HERE THAT? She sets her mouth in a very thin line.] My physical condition heightened, when you returned.

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[ Oh good. Well at least she's found her cure. ]

Do you mind if I just sort of... hang out? Tylenol's not really helping.

[with_discipline]

[...Maybe suffering would be preferable. :|] I was meditating. [By which she means, this is not a good time FOR THERE TO BE ANOTHER FLOOD. But it isn't particularly logical to induce pain on either of them, so. T'Pol shifts, and steps aside to gesture Stephanie in.]

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I'll try to be quiet, then. Do you have anything good to read?

[ She sliiiides into the room. Still awkwardly. Meeting new people is always awkward. ]

[with_discipline]

[Especially when you feel the need to stick to new people like glue. The door slides shut in all it's Star Treky tech glory, and T'Pol looks around her room, heading to the books lined up on her desk. There aren't many, and she isn't moving very fast. Withdrawal sucks.] I don't have much in English.

[There's an Oxford Bible, because human religions are interesting, a couple technical texts, and a copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.]

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[ Steph peers over her shoulder at the titles in English. ]

Uhm, would you mind if I borrowed Frankenstein? I've never read it before.

[with_discipline]

I don't mind. [She minds a little. She has it because it reminds her of Trip. But she'd rather be meditating right now, so. She just heads for the cushions on the floor in front of her small couch to light a candle there.]

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[ She sits down with her back against the wall and starts to read. She's very, very quiet, for around five minutes. And then she starts to scoff under her breath. Seriously, this is Frankenstein? She was expecting something less... flowery. ]

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[T'Pol used those five minutes to sit cross legged in front of the candle, meditating. Or trying to. Her body was rebelling, and she was having difficulty reigning it in. The scoffing? Not helpful. So she finally opened her eyes and glanced over.]

Is there a problem?

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Hmm? [ She looks up from the book, a little surprised. ]

No, no problem. [ And she turns back to the book, making a slightly amused and highly skeptical face at it. Honestly. What a perfectly sparkly sunshiny childhood Frankenstein proclaims to have had. ]

[with_discipline]

Then perhaps you will refrain from making noise. [She was testy. And Frankenstein was nothing to snort at. :|]

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Sorry. [ She at least seems a little sheepish. She didn't mean to make noises. ]

[ For the next fifteen to twenty minutes she manages to read quietly, and then she gets to the part where the monster comes to life. Yes, she's gotten to be a very fast reader since she started hiding in the library. No, she isn't happy about it. She faceplants into the book, trying hard not to snicker. Frankenstein was a coward too. This was completely not what she expected. ]

[with_discipline]

[That's twenty minutes of meditation, which means twenty minutes of fighting to meditate. Which is great. Or, you know. Awful. So that laughing has her exhaling loudly, eyes opening, and turning toward her again. Vulcans don't glare. But damn is she doing a good impression of it.]

You find it humorous?

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Oh, I'm sorry. I just... was expecting something different, I guess. Am I being horribly distracting?

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Yes, [She said, turning her attention back to the candle. But if she were being honest, she couldn't meditate anyway. Trying to bury the frustration, she looked at the girl again.]

What were you expecting?

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[ She winces. Of course she was being distracting. ]

Well, I was sort of expecting some crazed, mad scientist and a hideous monster, something scary. This is all... romanticized. Seriously? Nobody has that picture perfect childhood, it's ridiculous!

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[T'Pol stood, sitting on the short couch instead of the floor.] It was written in your romantic era. The point is not his childhood.

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But then he brings this guy to life and all of a sudden he's scared by it? What did he expect would happen?

[with_discipline]

That he would feel as a creator does. It is his arrogance warping into his fear.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Clearly he's never had a kid. It's not that rewarding.

[ She goes back to the book, continuing to read. There had to be something scary, didn't there? ]

[with_discipline]

[Only in the deeply philosophical sense. T'Pol's lips press together in a thin line, and she lifts her chin a little. She doesn't want to talk about kids.] Frankenstein wasn't attempting to procreate.