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Sorry but Caleb’s negotiation skills are sorely lacking and the more defensive you are, the more defensive you get.
Also trying to negotiate with nothing on the table. Lucien just said what they have is not the end all be all, it’s just convenient.
Sorry but Caleb’s negotiation skills are sorely lacking and the more defensive you are, the more defensive you get.
*Gay Panic intensifies*
Can everyone get off Marisha’s back, please?
She was the only one thinking logically about their approach with Molly/Lucien.
Everyone else seems convinced he’s the Big Bad and they should go in guns blazing, but the fact is none of them know anything yet.
No one knows Lucien’s motives, and quite frankly, if they go in acting hostile, they’ll get a hostile outcome… and given this guy just merced an insanely powerful mage without breaking a sweat, that fight is going to end badly for the M9.
So, Beau/Marisha suggest they approach this from a more neutral standpoint and hear Lucien out, maybe even party up, depending on how that interaction goes… but she’s barely said a word when Liam hits back really hard, without even thinking about what she’s actually saying.
And of course, the chat jumps on it, bitching about Marisha “wasting time” by trying not to ruin their first in-person meeting with Lucien’s crew.
For comparison, it does well to note that in this session, Liam spent like 40mins trying to get a death emerald (which just wiped their hit points) and reading a kid’s story.
Now, I loved both of those things: I think they’re fun and very DnD… but you just know that if Marisha had done either of those things, the chat would hate it and be screaming at her for being dumb or wasting time etc.
No matter how silly or off topic or poorly planned the thing someone else does (which is fun and good!!), the chat loves it… but if Marisha speaks for more than 30 seconds, they’re screaming for her blood (which is miserable and shitty).
I’m just really sick of the double standards. I just want Marisha to be free to play the game the same as the rest of them and not have to overthink her every move in case it sets the lunatics in the chat off.
THIS. Thank you. In addition to these points, I personally found Liam’s actions to be somewhat inappropriate and with complete lack of consideration for how Marisha especially is treated by viewers.
Sorry but that was really stupid.
Have we come up with the theory that the 9-eyed thing in the astral plane is Uk’otoa?
Fellowship bathroom selfie because everything is horrible.
But I promise I’m trying to make a difference
Sometimes I can’t handle Liam’s dramatic side.
Episode title: This Island Sucks
I don’t know how to explain how much I love critical role? And these people? And that this has gotten me through one of the most difficult months, clinically, that I’ve had this year?
CRITTERS
I missed this. Did you miss this?
I have 19 work days left of internship. This week, I pulled 4 10+ hour days in the middle of a pandemic. Our consult/liaison team is assisting with several difficult cases that have taken a lot out of me clinically and emotionally.
So this, tonight, has made me laugh like I haven’t in WEEKS. I am so glad these amazing people are respecting guidelines while coming back to provide us with this content. Because my soul needed this right now. Thank you Critical Role for everything <3
I graduated in mid-June. I made the choice to travel back to Seattle from internship in Utah, double masked, so that I could be with my partner instead of alone. This meant that after virtual convocation, I went to campus to take pictures. My advisor had done convocation from her office, so she hooded me with my partner and one of the other faculty looking on, from a safe distance, in front of the lab I ran for the last 3 years. And then I cried.
This was not the graduation that my cohort deserved or wanted. The grief process has felt selfish, with so much horrible going on in the world.
I returned to internship. We go back to internship but can’t use the title until we’re finished, since you technically can’t earn the degree until the last day. I have 23 days left, and then I will officially be Dr. Jaclyn. I will return to Seattle for my fellowship in Pediatric Acute Psychiatric Care.
On Friday, I successfully defended my dissertation via virtually defense with my committee and friends and family watching. I never imagined that my last year would be like this. I received my robe and cap and hood in my graduation package today. My hood was supposed to be placed over my head by my advisor at my graduation. Our department has a special ceremony-our advisor talks about each of us for a few minutes, hands us our hoods, and introduces us as doctor. We don’t officially get to use the title until after internship is over, because our degree is contingent on passing internship, but it is the meaning of the work and the time and the memories.
I have waited for 6 years for this ceremony. To be announced by my brilliant advisor, who has taught me so much. To take pictures with my cohort. To make sure everyone’s hood is on correctly and folded nicely (I love regalia). To finally walk across that stage. And it’s all been cancelled.
I have been trying to process this grief. It is hard and it feels...selfish of me to be crying over not getting to wear fancy robes for an afternoon when so much in the world is wrong. I am trying to process this grief.
I think that if you told what would happen during my internship year... Well. Here’s what happened:
- I was offered 3 post-doctoral fellowships and took my top choice in Acute Psychiatric Care for children and adolescents and will be returning to Seattle in August - At the beginning of February, I made my scheduled switch to my second rotation in pediatric behavioral health providing outpatient therapy to children and adolescents with chronic medical conditions and as part of the consultation/liaison team. - Five weeks in and all of a sudden we had a pandemic! This resulted in significant changes in how I see patients. I now see the majority of my patients via telehealth, which has some ridiculously unique challenges. - There was an earthquake! And we’re still having aftershocks! We had one tonight! - On the medical floors, I still see patients face to face, but I have to wear a mask and goggles (I mean I have to wear them all the time while I’m not in my office). We get our temperature taken every day when we come in. So much hand sanitizer. - I found out a patient I treated in my first rotation died from diabetes complications. - Said above earthquake resulted in my morning coffee meeting my computer, and then it subsequently died, so I had to send it in for repairs. Thought I might have lost my data, but luckily ended up working out ok. - My doctoral graduation, convocation, and hooding ceremony were cancelled. - My partner has had to stay in Seattle while I am on internship. So just me and the cat. - I have been given the all clear and my dissertation defense is scheduled for May 1st!
I am very tired and this is very hard. I’ve had the pleasure and privilege to work with some amazing kids and their parents this year, and in the last few weeks especially. I love working in a children’s hospital, and I wouldn’t change where I am for anything-I’m learning things every day that make me a better psychologist even in the midst of this turmoil.
It’s my personal opinion that they need to just leave before they mess this up.
“I was just trying to sell you drugs, but you made it weird!” -The Good Place basically summarizing Critical Role