Samantha Jacobs: Sam wasn't asleep when Michelle came to
bed last night, btw. She was in bed, just... not asleep.
Michelle Morgan: Michelle would have come in (she left and
took the others home) and asked if she was okay, as she left pretty abruptly.
Samantha Jacobs: She'd say yah, of course *G*
Michelle Morgan: And then she'd ask her what she was feeling.
*G*
Samantha Jacobs: How long had passed since she left, and when
Michelle got back?
Michelle Morgan: About 20 minutes, maybe
Samantha Jacobs: "Hate."
Michelle Morgan: "Why?"
Samantha Jacobs: "I hate Dominic White. Even if he is
dead."
Michelle Morgan: "All right." She slips into bed sans
clothes, as per usual. "I don't know that much about Dominic White...only very small
asides here and there. What happened?"
Samantha Jacobs: Her fingers run over Hope gently, the tiny
kitten purring in her hands. "Do you remember when I awakened? How I didn't want
-anyone- touching me?"
Michelle Morgan: "Yeah." She nods, reaching out and
smoothing the other's hair.
Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes half close, and then snap open at
something. "That's because, when people were touching me, I was seeing things. Past
things. And Dominic White..... did some horrible things."
Michelle Morgan: "I see." She remains calm,
supportive, her eyes holding a bit of sympathy for the other's traumatic Awakening.
"And they have made you hate him. Remember, Samantha. Hate is not a bad thing. It's
no better or worse then Fear, or Empathy, or Lust, even Love. Hate is a simmering,
bubbling fire, spurring you to eradicate evil and injustice, and hatred can even lead to
healing. The trick is to remain unconsumed."
Samantha Jacobs: "And not have it become too focused on
yourself. Like Anger." A vague nod.
Michelle Morgan: "Well, Hate is a division of Anger. So
yes. Anger is divided into Hate and Rage."
Samantha Jacobs: She nods, understanding this. Letting herself
lean back and relax.
Samantha Jacobs: ((Gack. Computer death))
Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little at Sam. "Hating
someone like Dominic White is good, Samantha. It reminds you what's wrong with this world.
But let it go in due course."
Samantha Jacobs: Another nod to Michelle, twisting her head to
look at her. "Don't hang onto it."
Michelle Morgan: "Exactly." She smiles.
Samantha Jacobs: She smiles a little back, obviously happy she's
learned -something-.
Michelle Morgan: "You're getting there." She chuckles
a bit, and watches her for a long moment, something dancing behind her eyes.
Samantha Jacobs: "Slowly." She says dryly, but the
smile stays. She lifts her hands to allow Hope to trundle across the bed.
Michelle Morgan: "But surely." She smiles a bit.
"Have you ever tried meditating?'
Samantha Jacobs: "Not... really."
Michelle Morgan: "Would you like to try?"
Samantha Jacobs: She blinks slowly, as if this takes awhile to
process. "Sure..."
Michelle Morgan: She smiles, and sits back up in the bed.
"All right. First, get completely comfortable, in a physical sense."
Samantha Jacobs: She seems to think about this, and then shifts
so her back is supported by the wall (or bedframe), and one lanky leg tucks under another.
She glances back at Michelle
Michelle Morgan: "Completely comfortable and relaxed, in a
physical sense?"
Samantha Jacobs: "Mmhmm." She murmurs quietly. A
pause, and she carefully removes the crawling kitten, and places her in her bed.
"There."
Michelle Morgan: "Now, close your eyes. I'll be right
back" She moves up off the bed, heading out of the bedroom for a moment.
Samantha Jacobs: She blinks, and then closes her eyes. Trusting.
Michelle Morgan: She comes back, and Sam smells sandlewood, in
oil form. The whirr of the CD player, and "Pure Moods" starts to play.
Samantha Jacobs: A soft exhale, allowing herslef to get used to
the smell, and eyes remain closed
Michelle Morgan: "All right. Now, the first thing I need
you to do is clear your mind of all the extraneous thoughts. The chatter that we all have.
Sweep it away."
Samantha Jacobs: Easier said than done, with Sam. But she tries.
Michelle Morgan: "Just focus on the smell. The music. My
voice." She doesn't get back on the bed...her voice is ahead of Sam somewhere.
"Let them relax your mind, Samantha. And use them as a way to clear it all out."
Samantha Jacobs: She slouches a little more, breathing in and
focusing on Michelle's voice, and only her voice. Letting just that fill her. Its strange,
and uneasy... but not impossible
Michelle Morgan: "All right. Now, focus on the light behind
your eyelids, Samantha. That red light that's seeping through. Imagine it as a white
light, flaring bright, clean and pure.."
Samantha Jacobs: Flaring? Bright... like an explosion. Like
fireworks. It twists behind her eyes, shifting into the white light at Michelle's gentle
urging.
Michelle Morgan: "Now, imagine that flame is coming from
you. From within your own mind, your own consciousness. The light is part of you...it
represents all the positive in the universe. Let it spread throughout your body. Breath in
and out. Each inward breath sends the light further into your body...each outward breath
sends negativity out."
Samantha Jacobs: There is a loss of focus, briefly. Meditation
not easy for her, nor the breathing itself. But she finds a rythem that is easy on her
lung, and settles into it.
Michelle Morgan: "Now. That light, that's filling you. I
want you to focus it. Form it inside you, from a shapeless mass to a spear, moving down
your spine. Send it down through the floor, through the apartments below, all the way into
the bedrock and m, and molten lava until it reaches the pure yellow fire within the center
of the earth. Imagine the end of the spear plugging into the earth's core like an
electrical cord into an outlet."
Samantha Jacobs: This is easier. Easier to twist it, shape it in
to the spear, and focus to push it deep, past everything, beyond everything, into the
core.
Michelle Morgan: Her voice continues, calm and guiding.
"Once you've made that connection, Samantha, the grounding yellow energy from the
earth is going to quickly travel up the spear, through the floor and into your body along
the spinal cord. The energy will continue up the spine and out the top of your head
reaching far out into the universe."
Samantha Jacobs: For a moment, her brain tries to stop on
that mental imagery. But she doesn't stop too long, and focusese back on Michelle's voice.
Her head ducks slightly, for a moment, before all of her straightens out to allow the
energy a straight path.
Michelle Morgan: "Now. As you continue this, feel the green
light from the earth, helping to ground you mentally, emotionally and physically. It's
going to calm you. Green is a restful color. It's learning, growth, and harmony. The color
of balance and self-respect. Feel it work it's way through you."
Samantha Jacobs: ((SamWP to stay focused... 10, 6, 4, 1, 5))
Green is.... grass, trees, uniforms... military, no green in the desert, combat- her eyes
snap open, and she gives a painful sounding inhale, as that all disappears from her so
quickly. She winces.
Michelle Morgan: She's standing directly across from her, and
she smiles a little as Sam's eyes open. She doesn't look disappointed at all. "What
happened? Where did you go?"
Samantha Jacobs: "Green. Green uniforms. Military,
combat..." She sighs, rather unhappily.
Michelle Morgan: She nods. "All right." She moves to
the bed, crawling over it and sitting across from Sam, legs crossed in the lotus position.
"Let me help. Close your eyes. Bring the light back, and the spear, from the croe to
the heavens."
Samantha Jacobs: She huffs, though its not AT Michelle. Its just
trying to clear herself. Eyes close and carefully goes through each motion, each step. It
takes her awhile. Longer, as she has to push back the doubt. But she gets back to where
she was.
Michelle Morgan: She hears silence from Michelle, and then a
quiet, gentle humming along with the song. ((Arete roll, Mind 3, Mental Link. Spending 2
Quint and 1 WP; three rolls, one per turn))
Michelle Morgan: Michelle: 7,4,7,
Michelle: 7,5,8,
Michelle: 9,3,3, ((So 7 successes w/WP))
Samantha Jacobs: ((Michelle wins at Life))
Michelle Morgan: ((So they are completely mentally linked for
one day. This is moreso then before...each other's thoughts is an open book to each other,
essentially. Sam can try to resist with a WP "Dodge," just so you know.))
Samantha Jacobs: ((She wouldn't. There is utter faith and trust
in Michelle))
Michelle Morgan: Their thoughts are flowing back and forth. Sam
gets the idea that Michelle could have made it one way, but she chose two-way instead, for
while it's more difficult to pull off, she wants Sam to understand what she's doing, and
experience what she's doing. She's at the same point that Sam is, letting that green
energy flow into her, balancing her. She sends that balancing emotion Sam's way.
Samantha Jacobs: It's easy to tell that there is a struggle for
Sam to do as Michelle does, something that daunts her. But at the same time, there's
obvious ease and comfort with Michelle helping her. A gentle grasp of the balancing
emotion, using it to help strengthen the little she has.
Michelle Morgan: She doesn't shove it onto Sam, letting the
woman take as needed. At her pace, as always. Her eyes are closed, hands folded in her
lap, giving the woman time to become totally centered.
Samantha Jacobs: Each is woven into the other, building on what
she has, and making it stronger. Finding her own calming thoughts with green, drifting far
away from the bad until she's... calm. Centered.
Michelle Morgan: She smiles, a bit of pride swelling in
her, and she doesn't speak...she thinks to the other. ~TP~ "Now imagine the white
energized light of the universe attaching itself to your spear, as if it were a lightening
rod. The positive electrical energy quickly travels downward toward the earth, through the
roof top, through your head, down through your body alongside the spinal cord, reaching
down through the house toward the center of the earth. Feel the power of the universe
energizing your spiritual and physical bodies."
Samantha Jacobs: Softly breathing, focusing on Michelle's words.
The spear is slowly, but surely, wrapped in the universal energy. Bound together to make
it stronger, in a way, allowing the energy to make its way back down towards the core of
the earth.
Michelle Morgan: ~TP~ "Excellent, Samantha. Now the power
from the earth, the power from the universe and your own power of protection have mixed
together, and flow freely up and down your body. Each external energy is supplementing
your own. The universe and the earth are assisting to balance your energies to enhance the
reading. The earth and sky will also provide you with the all the of energy you need to
replenish from this."
Samantha Jacobs: A nod - did she really move, or was it in her
head?- it didn't matter. She felt calm, and centered, and it was a wonderfully beautiful
feeling.
Michelle Morgan: Her smile is on her face and in her head,
warmth spreading through her body. ~TP~ "Now, we're going to do something
together...you're going to help me cleanse the house." Outwardly, she's still humming
softly, and it resonates between them.
Samantha Jacobs: Another mental nod. She's not sure if she can
speak. There is no questioning, only trusting of Michelle. And there's even a vague spark
of eagernes to help.
Michelle Morgan: ~TP~ "I want you to imagine all this
revitalizing energy pushing out through the confines of your body. As it grows and moves
farther and farther out into the room, all negative and disruptive energy is being pushed
out of the apartment, into the universe where it will be dispersed. We're going to
continue until the entire house is energized with the pure positive energy." ((Roll
me just a WP roll, for ease of purpose. Success will give her 1 extra success to cleanse
the house of negative emotions))
Samantha Jacobs: ((3,3,3,7,8))
Michelle Morgan: ((Effect is Mind 2, Prime 2, Correspondance 1,
so send the calming, positive emotions between them throughout the house and eliminate any
negative Resonance that may be inside. 1 WP on each roll; 3 rolls))
Samantha Jacobs: Another telepathic nod. Gently amd carefully,
to make sure its okay with Michelle, twining her energy with Michelle's to strengthen it
before pushing it throught the house. ((Kay))
Michelle Morgan: 9,10,4,
Michelle Morgan: 10,4,6,
Michelle Morgan: 2,7,4, ((So 5 succ on roll, +1 from Sam, +3 for
WP. 9 total))
Michelle Morgan: Sam feels a hint of the magic spark in her, not
scray like before, but very calming and giving, it flows into Michelle, and she uses it
with love to fuel her own workings. Together, they send that balance out, like a wave of
green light, pushing all the negativity out of the house completely, past the apartment,
and into the world, where it disperses to nothing.
Samantha Jacobs: There is obvious joy and acomplishment from
Sam, who finds this to be a rather large feat for her. There is too, the stirrings of
excitement at feeling the magic in a good way, and its willingly given to Michelle to mold
and use.
Michelle Morgan: Once the effect is gone, she opens her eyes,
finally, the humming drawing to a close. Their thoughts still flow together, even as she
ends her meditation exercise. "Welcome to magic, Samantha."
Samantha Jacobs: For a moment, she doesn't open her eyes. A
brief worry it will fade when her eyes open. But it doesn't. And she's treated to the
wonderful sight of a relaxed and naked Michelle. She smiles, a true easy smile.
"Beautiful."
Michelle Morgan: "I could say the same." She smiles,
and looks at her, asking the question, even though it need not be asked right now.
"Tell me what you're feeling."
Samantha Jacobs: "Light." She pauses, seeming to think
on this as she slowlyl pushes off the bedframe. " Mm. Happy. Calm.
Accomplished."
Michelle Morgan: She smiles. ~TP~ "I'm glad. This is how
magic should be. It's something to embrace, to accept as a part of you. To be loved. Hated
sometimes, sure, and feared, and all the rest. But always accepted. I'm glad I could share
it with you."
Samantha Jacobs: She nods, a hand raising to stroke Michelle's
cheek. Something broken inside her, a good thing broken. Her chest isn't so tight.
"Thank you."
Michelle Morgan: ~TP~ "Of course, Samathna." She leans
into the hand a little, and smiles. ~TP~ "I love you."
Samantha Jacobs: "I love you too." So much emotion
behind it. Kinda funny, in a way, to see Sam being so... girlly. But a good thing.
Allowing herself to scootch closer to Michelle
Michelle Morgan: She smiles, and disentangles her legs, sliding
over to Sam and hugging her.
Samantha Jacobs: She wraps arms around Michelle, holding ther
other woman protectivly. She was lucky. Very very lucky.
Michelle Morgan: She holds Sam close to her, perfectly at ease
in the woman's arms and in her mind. All is well in her world right now.
Samantha Jacobs: A hand idly stroks Michelle's arms, contenment
positivly radiating from her. "I never thought... I'd be so comfortable again."
Michelle Morgan: "I knew you could. It just took you
getting there, sweetie."
Samantha Jacobs: "Thank you." She mumbles softly.
Michelle Morgan: "Thank you. For the help." She
smiles. "And you're welcome."