113 | [Voice]

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol sounds incredibly tense. She also sounds like she's about to lose her grip on everything because, lol she is. :| EMOTIONS ARE EXTRA HARD ON VULCANS, OKAY, THIS IS LIKE LOSING HER MIND. She's past trying to find solitude, because it isn't working, she's past trying to sit and meditate because it isn't working, so clearly it's time to try thinking outside the box.]

Is anyone having particular success in coping with this flood? I don't-- [Her voice kind of died mid word there so she stops, trying to gather herself, and for a second there's just some audible breathing; T'Pol's trying to use all these calming breathing techniques an they aren't doing jack for her.]

I am not handling it well.

[Private to Trip]

I need your assistance. [Lol this will be a giant mistake.]

[Private to Dean]

[She's making a solid effort to get herself under control before she sends this, but. You know. It's hard.]

Thank you. For distracting Lizzie, during the flood.

Comments

[Private]

[inhistorybooks]

[Hi T'Pol, get some curiosity, extreme concern and underlying incredible grief!]

Alright.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[OH GOD ABORT ABORT ABORT PANIC. SO. MUCH. PANIC STOP FEELING THINGS TRIP.]

I - never mind. [Cannot cope. :c]

[Private - Text]

[inhistorybooks]

[Oh god FLASH OF EXTREME GUILT and then switching to text.]

I'm sorry. I want to help if I can.

[Private - Text]

[with_discipline]

[Lol this probably amps up their connection too, doesn't it, nothing helps oh god. :c]

I'm having difficulty meditating. [i.e., I can't. :c] I don't know what to do. [Pause oh god please stop grieving.] Perhaps avoiding contact for n ow would be best.

[Private - Text]

[inhistorybooks]

[Well, Trip is actively trying to focus on this and not on how he wants to just curl up in a ball and cry? :c]

Whatever you need. Sorry, I didn't realize I was affected.

[Private - Text]

[with_discipline]

[She loves that he tries :c well not right now, right now she's freaking out, but. :c]

The Doctor's offered a sensory Deprivation room in the TARDIS. [Ridiculously tempting. :c]

[Private - Text]

[inhistorybooks]

[This is just a hideous out of control freight train of emotion and trying too hard. :c]

Do you think it'll help?

[Private - Text]

[with_discipline]

[PRETTY MUCH :C]

It may. [Pause because feels, so many feels about Trip. :c] I don't know if it will help you.

[Private - Text]

[inhistorybooks]

[Aww, it's sweet when you worry. :c Also I'm sorry for making this worse for you. :C] I'll be fine.

[Private - Text]

[with_discipline]

[If she was any less in control, she'd laugh outright at that. :c] You are not fine.