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morganknight ([personal profile] morganknight) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-08-30 06:45 pm

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?
bonnypiperlad: (say...)

[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-09-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie accepts the hand up, although there's a rueful expression that lingers for a few seconds longer on his face.

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?"
Edited 2011-09-19 02:37 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-09-21 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
He has to admit, that teleport platform does make things a bit easier, and he hops on as well. Once back at the top, he starts the process of getting back into his bindings, eager to continue with the lesson. Or impatient. Either works.

Once he's redone them the way they were before, he looks over at Morgan expectantly. "All right. I'm ready to go."
bonnypiperlad: (listening)

[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-09-24 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Turn on my toe side, shift my weight onto my toes. Heel side, shift onto my heels," he repeats, mentally filing the directions away for later use. "Got it."

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?"
bonnypiperlad: (yet another hrmph)

[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-09-29 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I see!" He can do that, he's certain. So off he goes down the hill again, practicing a turn, which goes fairly well.

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?"
bonnypiperlad: (listening)

[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-10-03 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"A week?" He sounds vaguely dismayed, being under the impression that he could pick it up easier than than that. And a week was just to turn and stop. He's not sure he cares to think how long it would take to get to the point where Morgan is now.

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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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-10-06 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye. I know what ye mean." Actually, Jamie does understand that, to an extent. His life three - no, four - years ago, changed drastically enough that it seems sometimes like it's been a whole other lifetime. He picks up the board. "All right, then, let's have another go at this."

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.