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]

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.]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[with_discipline]

[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?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

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. :|]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

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?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

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

[with_discipline]

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?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ 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!

[with_discipline]

[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.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

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.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, science and all that. He's still a wuss.

[with_discipline]

[Eeeeeyebrow] A wuss. [By which she means, what the hell is that.]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ Social cues? What are those? ]

Well yeah. He gets freaked and runs away for what, days?

[with_discipline]

[Seriously overrated] He created a monster.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

He's hardly a monster, his skin's just a little transparent. I swear I've seen 8 foot guys at school football games.

[with_discipline]

He took something inanimate and gave it life. Perhaps he realized that he had no right to do so.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Shoulda thought of that beforehand. Thinking ahead is highly underrated.

[with_discipline]

[She has no idea how to respond to that, really, so for a moment she just stares. Then she lowers herself back to the cushion on the floor, legs crossed again. Take two for meditating.]

The story is about sacrifice. Perhaps you should finish reading.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Sacrifice? [ She sounds skeptical, but she goes back to the book. ]

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol doesn't bother replying; she's getting frustrated, and that is really very bad. She just spends another moment not-glaring, before closing her eyes and trying to meditate again.]