What is your favorite time of day? Why?
Can you spare five minutes?
Stand up straight, with your weight distributed evenly on both feet. Place your hands in the small of your back, fingers extended, thumbs interlocked. Head and eyes forward. Don't speak. Don't move.
Don't look at the clock. Estimate. Five minutes.
Don't move.
If you aren't used to the position you may already feel a twinge in your shoulders. Ignore it. Ignore the itch on the back of your calf, or your nose, or the inside of your forearm. Put it out of your mind. You have more important things to think about.
Imagine that you're standing in this way for a purpose. Imagine that you're protecting something very dear to you. Imagine that someone is depending on you.
Don't move.
You may be approached. It's an odd thing to be doing. Is someone laughing at you? Daring you to take a step? Coming closer, standing nearly nose to nose? Ignore them. Look through them. Eyes forward.
Touching you? Prodding your arm? Surreptitiously sliding a hand under your coat?
Ignore them.
Remember your duty.
Don't move.
You may assume your five minutes are up, but you would be mistaken. It's longer than you think. You aren't finished yet.
Perhaps a friend will arrive. Perhaps they have something important to tell you, or to ask. Perhaps they are distraught or angry for some reason you could easily refute, with the slightest movement of your head or a single word. Perhaps they are in a terrible rush.
Perhaps they've come to say good-bye.
Don't move.
What were you doing before this? You may have had another important job. You may have been making a valuable contribution to your community. Perhaps you have a long list of impressive accomplishments. Perhaps you're the very best in some worthwhile field. Perhaps you've saved lives.
Frankly it doesn't matter, because this is all you're doing now. The only task with which you can be trusted. Standing still and keeping your mouth shut.
This is all you're good for.
Have you moved yet?
Go ahead. It's time. You're done.
It's a nice feeling, isn't it?
That nice feeling, ninety-six times over, is the best part of my day.
ooc: Fraser really, really hates sentry duty. The length of his shifts is never stated, but if the freaky uber-Mountie in "Vault" can do twelve hours shifts, then Benny can go for at least eight.
Stand up straight, with your weight distributed evenly on both feet. Place your hands in the small of your back, fingers extended, thumbs interlocked. Head and eyes forward. Don't speak. Don't move.
Don't look at the clock. Estimate. Five minutes.
Don't move.
If you aren't used to the position you may already feel a twinge in your shoulders. Ignore it. Ignore the itch on the back of your calf, or your nose, or the inside of your forearm. Put it out of your mind. You have more important things to think about.
Imagine that you're standing in this way for a purpose. Imagine that you're protecting something very dear to you. Imagine that someone is depending on you.
Don't move.
You may be approached. It's an odd thing to be doing. Is someone laughing at you? Daring you to take a step? Coming closer, standing nearly nose to nose? Ignore them. Look through them. Eyes forward.
Touching you? Prodding your arm? Surreptitiously sliding a hand under your coat?
Ignore them.
Remember your duty.
Don't move.
You may assume your five minutes are up, but you would be mistaken. It's longer than you think. You aren't finished yet.
Perhaps a friend will arrive. Perhaps they have something important to tell you, or to ask. Perhaps they are distraught or angry for some reason you could easily refute, with the slightest movement of your head or a single word. Perhaps they are in a terrible rush.
Perhaps they've come to say good-bye.
Don't move.
What were you doing before this? You may have had another important job. You may have been making a valuable contribution to your community. Perhaps you have a long list of impressive accomplishments. Perhaps you're the very best in some worthwhile field. Perhaps you've saved lives.
Frankly it doesn't matter, because this is all you're doing now. The only task with which you can be trusted. Standing still and keeping your mouth shut.
This is all you're good for.
Have you moved yet?
Go ahead. It's time. You're done.
It's a nice feeling, isn't it?
That nice feeling, ninety-six times over, is the best part of my day.
ooc: Fraser really, really hates sentry duty. The length of his shifts is never stated, but if the freaky uber-Mountie in "Vault" can do twelve hours shifts, then Benny can go for at least eight.