Script: Tape One, Take One
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sabinetzinThis is the script for the audiofic Tape One, Take One. Note that this is a script and not a transcript, so there's some ad libbing in here. But you get the idea.
[beep]
Stark Method Meditation Tape number one, take one, August... seventeenth, twenty-twelve. Begin tape.
[Ice clinking]
Greetings, Doctor Banner. I will be your guide for this meditation session. Please sit down in a comfortable position. Over the course of this tape, you will learn to relax. Let your eyes close. Concentrate on your breathing, in... and out. In... and out. Hear the sound of my voice. Let it calm you. You are now prepared to meditate.
Imagine yourself in another place. You are standing in a vast laboratory. Around you everywhere are Erlenmeyer flasks. Pick up the flask. Feel it in your hands. Feel the smoothness of the surface. Let the flask calm you. You are relaxing slowly, your muscles slowly unwinding. Feel the comfort of-
Clint, what the fuck are you doing in here? Uh, twenty-second floor pantry, but check with Jarvis. Cinnamon and strawberry, I think. No, we had blueberry, but Steve used it on his pancakes. Yeah. I don't know if it's got real cinnamon in it, if Coulson's allergic use the strawberry. But seriously, get the fuck out of here. I was trying to do this in one take, but now I'm going to have to edit all this bullshit ou-
Deep, soothing breaths. In... and out. In... and out. Feel the calm move through your entire body. You are relaxing one muscle at a time, starting from your head and going to your feet. You are standing on a sandy beach. Imagine a calm blue ocean in front of you. The waves are lapping against the shore. You feel at one with the ocean. Feel the motion of the waves as if they were your own body. You are becoming relaxed.
[Phone rings]
Oh, goddammit. Fucking- yeah, yeah, I fucking know. I don't even know who this is. ::shuffling, various ad lib swearing::
[ Voicemail: You have one new message. First message: [hang-up]. End of messages.]
GODDAMMIT. Ahh, fuck it, keep rolling, keep rolling. ::quickly:: Deep, soothing breaths. In... and out. In... and out. Feel the calm move through your entire body. Okay. You are relaxing one muscle at a time, starting from your head and going to your feet. You are standing on a sandy beach. Imagine a calm blue ocean in front of you. The waves are lapping against the shore. You feel at one with the ocean. Feel the motion of the waves as if they were your own body. You are becoming relaxed.
All the tension is flowing out of your body. Feel how loose your muscles are. You feel happy and calm. You feel as if you've just had really good sex. You know the kind. The kind from the beach house. I had the bed replaced, by the way, so we're still on for next weekend.
Watch your heart rate there.
What?
Pepper, you said you were going to engineer this, not make editorial comments. I'm not made of tape. Okay, yeah, I am made of digital media. That's not the point. Look, I've had enough of this. [set down microphone] I can't be expected to work under these conditions. I don't know where people get off interrupting me. [Trails off]
[beep]
Stark Method Meditation Tape number one, take one, August... seventeenth, twenty-twelve. Begin tape.
[Ice clinking]
Greetings, Doctor Banner. I will be your guide for this meditation session. Please sit down in a comfortable position. Over the course of this tape, you will learn to relax. Let your eyes close. Concentrate on your breathing, in... and out. In... and out. Hear the sound of my voice. Let it calm you. You are now prepared to meditate.
Imagine yourself in another place. You are standing in a vast laboratory. Around you everywhere are Erlenmeyer flasks. Pick up the flask. Feel it in your hands. Feel the smoothness of the surface. Let the flask calm you. You are relaxing slowly, your muscles slowly unwinding. Feel the comfort of-
Clint, what the fuck are you doing in here? Uh, twenty-second floor pantry, but check with Jarvis. Cinnamon and strawberry, I think. No, we had blueberry, but Steve used it on his pancakes. Yeah. I don't know if it's got real cinnamon in it, if Coulson's allergic use the strawberry. But seriously, get the fuck out of here. I was trying to do this in one take, but now I'm going to have to edit all this bullshit ou-
Deep, soothing breaths. In... and out. In... and out. Feel the calm move through your entire body. You are relaxing one muscle at a time, starting from your head and going to your feet. You are standing on a sandy beach. Imagine a calm blue ocean in front of you. The waves are lapping against the shore. You feel at one with the ocean. Feel the motion of the waves as if they were your own body. You are becoming relaxed.
[Phone rings]
Oh, goddammit. Fucking- yeah, yeah, I fucking know. I don't even know who this is. ::shuffling, various ad lib swearing::
[ Voicemail: You have one new message. First message: [hang-up]. End of messages.]
GODDAMMIT. Ahh, fuck it, keep rolling, keep rolling. ::quickly:: Deep, soothing breaths. In... and out. In... and out. Feel the calm move through your entire body. Okay. You are relaxing one muscle at a time, starting from your head and going to your feet. You are standing on a sandy beach. Imagine a calm blue ocean in front of you. The waves are lapping against the shore. You feel at one with the ocean. Feel the motion of the waves as if they were your own body. You are becoming relaxed.
All the tension is flowing out of your body. Feel how loose your muscles are. You feel happy and calm. You feel as if you've just had really good sex. You know the kind. The kind from the beach house. I had the bed replaced, by the way, so we're still on for next weekend.
Watch your heart rate there.
What?
Pepper, you said you were going to engineer this, not make editorial comments. I'm not made of tape. Okay, yeah, I am made of digital media. That's not the point. Look, I've had enough of this. [set down microphone] I can't be expected to work under these conditions. I don't know where people get off interrupting me. [Trails off]