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

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[ 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]

[Thank God for small favors. T'Pol's very good at sitting quietly, even if she's having trouble meditating. They're going to set up a routine, at this rate. Opening her eyes, T'Pol glanced toward Stephanie's fidgeting. Cut that shit out, man.]

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[ Steph is completely oblivious, and manages to start tapping her feet on the floor. ]

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[They should have a sitcom for this. T'Pol looks over.] Please desist.

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[ Steph should have her own special sitcom. And by special, I do mean 'special'. She stills as she looks up from the book. ]

...But I'm not done yet.

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[Yes. Yes she should. It would be ridiculously written.] I meant the tapping.

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Oh! Sorry. I'll stop. [ She folds her feet under her legs and turns back to the book. Only around five minutes later she puts it down again. ]

Do you think you could teach me to meditate? Nobody's really had the patience in the past.

[with_discipline]

[SHE WONDERS WHY. But T'Pol opens her eyes and looks toward Stephanie before inclining her head. She gestures towards the pillow opposite her, candle on the low platform between them.] I will try.

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[ She leaps up and plops herself down across from T'Pol. ]

Alright, what do I do?

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[She's trying to tell herself that she's done this before and she can do it again, but her patience is pretty damn frazzled to begin with, so she just takes a deep breath.] Empty your mind. Find something calming to focus on, if necessary, something that will take your attention from all other thoughts.

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[ She closes her eyes and looks like she's focusing very, very hard. ]

What am I supposed to be focusing on?

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That will have to be your decision. [She pauses, eying Steph before closing her eyes.] I envision a white void when I meditate, empty and bright.

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A... void. Okay.

[ Keeps her eyes closed, but frowns in concentration. A white void. Like the sun, only it doesn't burn your eyes, because it's not made of burning helium. So then what's it made of? Isn't there a type of star that's white? How does that work? ]

What are white stars made of?

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[Aaand blinking her eyes open again.] White stars?

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I think that's what it's called. You know, like there are red giants, and dwarf stars?

[ This makes perfect sense in her head. ]

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[Blink.] White dwarfs are primarily composed of carbon and oxygen. Why do you ask?

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Just curious. [ She shrugs and closes her eyes again. White dwarfs. She's thinking of a white dwarf, which from her pathetic knowledge of chemistry is more or less the same as a regular flame. So, is it really white? The star in her mind's eye turns orange. She's focusing on it really intently, but... she doesn't like the color. ]

Is there anything that burns purple?

[with_discipline]

[What are you, Stephanie Brown. T'Pol looks her way again.] Some classes of brown dwarfs appear purple. You are not emptying your mind.

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[ Something very, very special. ] Cool. Purple's better than orange anyway. Clearing my mind, starting now.

[ She looks like she's clearing her mind... or else waiting obediently for something with her eyes closed. ]

[with_discipline]

[...Okay, she just. Has to remember how she taught Sam.] Physical imagery may help. Try picturing yourself on an ocean; the turbulence is the manifestation of your thoughts. The waters calm as your thoughts still.

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[ She opens her eyes to blink at T'Pol. ]

...What if I get sea sick?

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[She is developing such a headache.] Then perhaps you should imagine a bucket and a cup; remove your thoughts from the bucket.

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What's the cup for?

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[Sigh.] The bucket is filled with water. Use the cup to empty it.

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And the water is my thoughts?

[with_discipline]

Correct.