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Exhaustion!
After fighting in a massive planetary battle -- well, less 'fighting' and more 'healing people, occasionally from literal death' -- the Akashic was, in a word, exhausted.
Not necessarily physically; regardless of how grueling shifts in Medbay might be at the moment, he made a point to stick to his schedule, sleep plenty, eat (ugh) enough gruel, and keep his body in shape. Not necessarily mentally either; good health and self-care, along with meditation and discipline, helped in that matter as well.
There was just a certain level of core, deep, ground-in exhaustion that couldn't be banished that easily, though. So that left only one thing to do for the best relaxation:
Snowboard in the sensorium.
Who wants in on this?
Not necessarily physically; regardless of how grueling shifts in Medbay might be at the moment, he made a point to stick to his schedule, sleep plenty, eat (ugh) enough gruel, and keep his body in shape. Not necessarily mentally either; good health and self-care, along with meditation and discipline, helped in that matter as well.
There was just a certain level of core, deep, ground-in exhaustion that couldn't be banished that easily, though. So that left only one thing to do for the best relaxation:
Snowboard in the sensorium.
Who wants in on this?
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Reaching back down, he undoes his own bindings, stepping free from the board as well. "Aye, well, I'll admit that stopping part's a wee bit tricker than I thought, but I'll get the hang of it yet. So what's next?"
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So he simply hopped onto the teleport platform down here at the bottom, to be whisked back to where they'd started.
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Once he's redone them the way they were before, he looks over at Morgan expectantly. "All right. I'm ready to go."
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And he has to turn his body too. Seems simple enough. He's about to shift his body and take a another run down the hill when he hesitates.
"So, how do I stop when I go down this time? Just fall over again?"
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The stop...not so much, as he manages to try and do a heel side turn when he really should have gone the other way. It's not much of a surprise that he winds up having fallen over again. This time, he's looking decidedly crankier about the situation.
"How long did ye say it took ye to learn to do this?"
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"About a week, before I could turn and stop semi-competently. The first day is always the worst for everyone, but I made it a lot worse on myself by getting pissed off and trying too damn hard. I was pretty obnoxious in my youth by anyone's standards, to be honest with you."
Legs freed, he stepped over to offer another hand up.
"You're doing fine, honestly."
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Still, he takes the offer of the hand up, looking at Morgan curiously as he undoes his bindings once more. "Your youth? Ye don't look so old as all that."
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Morgan also has a certain advantage in that he was trained in physical diciplines, which carried over to this a great deal.
To the second comment, though, he just smiled with a tired mix of amusement and sadness. "I may not be so far away from the bratty kid I was in years, but it's been a lifetime anyway."
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It may not come immediately, but he's not about to give up on it just yet. Besides, he likes Morgan well enough so far, and it's a fair way to spend the afternoon. So he continues on with the lessons until he gets tired enough of falling over to call it a day.