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]

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

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

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

...What if I get sea sick?

[with_discipline]

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

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

What's the cup for?

[with_discipline]

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

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

And the water is my thoughts?

[with_discipline]

Correct.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'll try that.

[ And she does, for at least a few minutes. ]

...When am I done?

[with_discipline]

[Hnnng.] When you've reached a state of calm.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She frowns. ] Okay...

[ She sits there for a while, thinking about bailing water. ]

I don't understand how this is supposed to be relaxing.

[with_discipline]

[SHE IS NEVER GETTING ANY MEDITATION DONE, IS SHE.]

It is a way to control your thoughts and emotions, in order to assert that you are in control, and not the reverse.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ NEVER. ]

Wait, I thought we were trying to control my thoughts? [ A futile hope, at best. ]

[with_discipline]

[SOB.] That is what I said.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Since when are we trying to control my emotions?

[with_discipline]

Thoughts are frequently tied to emotions.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Ok, I guess that sort of makes sense.

[ Here we go, TRYING AGAIN. This time, she actually stays still for kind of a shockingly long time. Bailing water out of buckets. ]

I don't think it's working.

[with_discipline]

It takes a good deal of practice. [Man does she sound testy.] It will not come easily the first time.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ SIGH. ] Maybe I should try again later.

[with_discipline]

Maybe you should. [and just. Be silent in the mean time. :|]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles sheepishly and backs up to the wall again. Back to Frankenstein. Only, it's not really as appealing now that she knows it's from the romantic period. So she just sort of... sits there, arms crossed over her knees, staring into the distance. ]

[with_discipline]

[This is going to be a very, very long flood. Eventually, T'Pol glanced up, looking at her. She's not so good at small talk.]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ It takes her a moment to notice T'Pol looking at her, so she's a little surprised when she does. ]

...Would you mind a brief field-trip to the dining hall? I couldn't really stomach breakfast this morning.

[with_discipline]

[She still feels sick, but she also hasn't had a proper meal in quite some time. So after a moment's hesitation, she nods.] Very well.

[So long as it really was brief.]