TRAINING DAY

[squadgoals]

Who: Commander Shepard and ★YOU!★
When: Between take-off from shitty-party-planet and arrival at the Mini-Colony.
Where: The Training Simulation Room!
What: Losing another year without warning is tough, and Shep isn't interested in sitting around any longer.
Warnings: Faces might get punched — expect a bit of violence, even if it is just in good fun!

★CLOSED TO RINZLER: EXHIBITION MATCH★

I'm here. Come straight in when you arrive.

[Text sent, Shep lets her MID hand drop to her side as she continues programming the scenario into the training room's machine. Rather than a volcano, or an alien world, it's just... a room. Four solid matte metal walls, with enough breadth and height to really move around in, if you wanted to.

And they were going to want to, weren't they? This little rematch had been a long time coming. Not out of malice, or revenge, or anything so gauche — if anything, it felt more like a check in. Was Shepard's one-hit KO all that time ago a lucky shot? How did they stack up, when things were matched a little more evenly?

Besides, she wanted that model ship back.]

★CLOSED TO J: YOUR OWN PRIVATE TRAINER★

[It had taken some doing to get J to acquiesce to stop by the training sim room. There'd been humorous deflection, multiple brush-offs, but some time after J's release from the med bay, the long-suffering bartender had finally given in.

"Just the two of us. We'll have a few hours, you can see what works best for you, and we'll go from there."

That J had actually shown up at all was a testament to their relationship. Beaming with satisfaction, Shepard passes over a small towel and a bottle of water.]

In case of rigorous physical activity. [Sweat. After all, who knew what 'rigorous' meant for J? It was better to just be prepared.]

★CLOSED TO JESSE: COMPLIMENTARY GYM TOUR★

[It's late afternoon when Shep shows up for a little private training of her own. Mind elsewhere, considering a few different simulation scenarios to check her scores, vitals, and accuracy overall, she hardly registers the other person in the room until she's already inside.]

Sorry — didn't realize someone was already in here.

[She turns to leave, when she actually registers who it is.]

Wait... Jesse, right?

Wouldn't've pictured you doing sim training. [Dem smoker's lungs :V]

★OPEN TO ALL [GROUPLOG]: BACK TO BASIC (COME ONE COME ALL)★

[At least it wasn't just her, this time.

Everyone on board had lost a a chunk of time — an irreversible, frustrating ordeal. Spared excess muscle deprecation thanks to a combination of cybernetics, bone and muscle weaves, and extremely silly dancing, Shepard wasn't about to sit alone on her good luck.

She'd sent a general message to everyone's MIDboxes, a quick explanation of the class (basic stuff: stretches, cardio, a few strength-building exercises using your own body weight.) and the times she would run the sessions. For the simulation scenario itself, she programmed in an easy-going space: an open, late-spring track-and-field area, with real grass, and a slight breeze. There was even flowers in the field.

After all, working out was always more fun in a group, right?]

Glad everyone could make it. Since this is our first session, let's start easy with a couple stretches, and some breathing, just to get the body warmed up.

(OOC: Feel free to tag from whatever part of the workout you like! Think some simple breathing and stretching, jogging the track, then things like planks, abdominal workouts, burpees, jumping jacks... is your character slacking off? Not following along? Eating a daisy? Sleeping??? I'll hit you back with whatever you choose! Threadhopping encouraged!)

★OPEN TO ALL [SINGLES]: 1-ON-1 SESSION★

[Exactly the same as above, except when your character got Shep's message, they specifically requested, for whatever reason, a private, 1-on-1 workout session. Maybe they're embarrassed about how they literally cannot even do one situp anymore. Maybe they just want private time with the coach. Whatever the situation, she's acquiesced, and when your character enters the sim room, they find her standing in the same sunny, breezy field, waiting for you.]

Ready to go?

Comments

/initate murder-purr \8D/

[notglitching]

[The ship's had more than its share of glitches. But losing a whole year? Rinzler's gone from furious to frustrated to very ready to leave that planet far behind.

He couldn't have come up with a better outlet.

Minutes after Shepard's text, she'll hear the door opening. Rinzler steps through without hesitation, noise rumbling out quick and even. His disk is in dock, batons clipped to each side, eyes shifting behind his mask as he assesses the arena. No cover. No terrain features to leverage off or use. Clever of the user, to deny him any real options for maneuver.

He'll make his own. Rinzler's helmet stays fixed on Shepard, angling just slightly as he leans forward, hunch already shifting toward a crouch. Is she ready? He is.]

/spritzes with spraybottle

[squadgoals]

[Mere minutes after the text, and he's there, crouched, ready. Well, this just went from zero to sixty in a hurry. Shepard nods at the (weird purring cat-sounding) program as he enters their make-shift arena.]

Glad you were able to clear your schedule. [She chats as she walks, circling around from the scenario programming pad to a position directly opposite her adversary.] Before we start, I just want to retread our ground rules. Try not to roll your eyes too much.

First, it's a fight to the knockout, or yield. I've got medi-gel and omni-gel in my omni-tool, but in the event that I'm knocked cold, you'll have to either wait around, or get me to the med bay. Your call. On top of that, no use of deadly force — duh. We're not looking to kill each other, here. Captains probably don't care that we're just having a friendly.

Finally, no weapons. I didn't bring my gun, you don't detach your batons and disk, we do this with our own powers, body, and skill.

[Facing down Rinzler's helmet, she shifts into a comfortable stance, weight balanced, body ready.]

Questions, concerns, feedback?

D< RUDE

[notglitching]

[A few steps mirror the user's, but for the most part, Rinzler seems content to wait. And, of course, eyeroll. His memory isn't damaged, and year or months or however long it's been, he recalls the limits she'd set perfectly. He can quote back the words she'd used to lay them out before.

His disk stays in dock. His batons at his sides. Powers earns a flicker more attention, but she's a user, after all. He hadn't really expected her to play fair. He still won't lose.

The black mask jerks sideways, decisive and short. No questions.]

Back to basics

[otiosity]

[Why is Hawke here.

She doesn't want to be here. And she wouldn't be here if not for Shepard who had decided to pick her up and bodily drag her out of bed far too early in the morning. She's only at 7 hours of sleep! She needs at least 10 in order to feel rested. Thanks stupid spaceship that isn't in the Fade and makes her exhausted.

Kitty is cheerfully bounding around the field and the participants while Hawke yawns. Well at least someone is happy.

Hawke is dressed in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that hides how slight her frame is. Honestly, she could probably benefit from working out but... magic is sort of her thing and it's a different kind of thing. Working out is for other people! It's not fun like practicing battle techniques or magical spells. Which is probably why she's standing off to the side looking half-bored and half like she's thinking about curling up on the green and taking a nap.

A sneeze cuts through her next yawn. Maker, who would make someone run and around flowers. Shepard is a sick individual indeed.]

Apparently I'm still working on the breathing part. Probably have to work on that for the next few weeks. Or months. Maybe a year.

HE HE HE!!!!

[squadgoals]

[Stretch routine well underway, Shep is going around between participants, checking on their form, helping them where necessary. On Hawke's comment, she shoots the woman a look, eyebrow quirked, and starts heading over.]

I don't know, looks to me like you've basically figured it out. Not blue in the face, speaking freely... you're a natural.

[Reaching out, she takes both of Hawke's arms, and spreads them out, posing her like a mid-air starfish.] Now — stretching. One arm over your head, slowly, reaching out.

[otiosity]

[She should have seen this coming. And so Hawke will take the path of least resistance and let Shepard lift up her arms.]

If you wanted to get close to me, you could have just said so. No need for elaborate schemes, even if it sounds charming in your head.

BACK TO BASIC COME AT HIM BROS

[grandpaladin]

[This is a giant man. He is a little over seven feet tall, and built like a literal brick wall. All muscle and bone and gristle. There is nothing else. Well, there's scars, sure, but that's all. And for once, Reinhardt has left the armor stored, secured. It would put him at an unfair advantage.]

[For now, he's busying himself doing warmups. Stretches. Preparing those massive brute force muscles for whatever sort of brawl may come.]

I am ready to go, whenever you are!

[squadgoals]

[Well, here's someone who didn't let a year-long party affect his gainz.]

If you're all warmed up, we're going to lay down in the grass for a bit — do some abs. Let's start off easy — crunches, count of ten.

[grandpaladin]

[Let's be real here, Reinhardt spent the party bench pressing people and arm-wrestling all comers.]

Very well! I will race you.

[Reinhardt no.]

1 on 1 yoooo

[wallride]

I was born ready, ma'am!

[lúcio has shown up in his usual tank top and some casual jogging bottoms. he grins at shepard, shrugging his shoulders.]

Unless you want a quick lesson on capoeira.

[squadgoals]

[There's a nod, and then a light laugh.]

Maybe after we warm up a little. You know capoeira?

[wallride]

Oh, yeah! No pullin' muscles in this group, am I right?

[he bounces a little, clearly excited.]

'Course I do. Gotta do something to stay fit!

Back to Basics

[gainedlove]

[The fuss people are putting up about the time spent at the party is still baffling to Frisk, but they can't deny that they do feel a little less bouncy overall, and they're losing their breath a little faster. And a little bit of exercise would be good for their whole family--something to get their minds off of the events of the past few months.]

[They aren't too surprised that Sans didn't reply, though.]

[Frisk and Asriel have to take a breather a bit before the rest of the group, and settle down a little ways away with two water bottles and a pile of flowers--conspicuously of every color available other that yellow. Asriel did his best to teach Frisk how to make a flower crown, but they're still struggling to get them to stay together properly.]

...I don't get it, I'm doin' just like you showed me...

[pleasereset]

[Asriel was starting to relax some after training, and there was currently a rainbow flower crown sitting on his head. He used to make a lot of them when he was younger, almost to the point where it came naturally to him. Having a crown of flowers when he was once a flower himself feels a little odd, but he tries not to think too much about it.

He's in the middle of taking a drink of water when Frisk's flower crown starts to come loose. Asriel was teaching them how to do the braids, and he thought it looked fine when Frisk put it on...]

Huh, it looked just fine when you made it. Here, let me take a look...

[squadgoals]

How are you two getting on?

[Making her way over, she gives a little wave to both of the kids. Behind her, the rest of the exercise group is taking their own break, drinking water, chatting, and in some cases, having a snack. The whole air is very relaxed.

The flower crowns, though, catches her attention — to the point where she looks mildly surprised at them.]

You make those yourselves?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Honestly, J is pretty surprised as well that she agreed to Shepard's idea. Few months ago she would have just laughed the idea off and called it ridiculous. Now, she might still think the same about the latter part but after spending a whole week lying in the medbay her whole body was aching to get some exercise.

She arrives to the training room wearing the official Moira uniform, flat chested and for once without heels. It's a pretty rare sight as she's made her distaste for the outfit quite clear but it's the only one she owns that could be used for work-out. While approaching Shepard she gives the room a quick scan with her eyes. It's her first time in this place.]

I thought we were going to train for self-defense. Not body building. [She says unimpressed as she accepts the bottle and towel from her. Her voice is stronger than what it was back on the Medbay but there's still some roughness to it.]

[squadgoals]

Let me guess, first time here? [Shep doesn't wait for an answer — she already knows it's "yes".] The room can actually be programmed to shift into pretty much any scenario or setting you can imagine, for more realistic training. So, despite the "industrial prison weight training" look, we can easily set it to something a little more... friendly-looking.

[Satisfied with her explanation, she pads over to the input panel for the room, and starts tinkering with it. Around them, the room starts to shift, and change into a spacious training room, well-lit, with comfortably padded floors.]

On the subject of self-defense, I thought we'd start with a few easy things. Punches, kicks, pressure points... good, quick defense strategies.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

I've seen it before. [She mumbles a reply to her. Not a completely a lie, she had seen the room before (read: walked past it once or twice) and thus known where it was located. After all, she was a personnel officer, kinda, and she counted it to be part of her job to be aware of ship's locations.

She squints her eyes as the room starts to shift, feeling a little disoriented by the changes. Luckily it doesn't take a long before it's all ready. J looks around the room once again, her lower lip curling downwards. Yeah, she still has no clue what to do in place like this and Shepard's plans aren't really helping]

I uh.. I'm pretty flexible? That's something.

1v1 me scrub

[mylawn]

[He gets the message, makes a note of who it's from, finds it interesting, and then mulls it over for some time. 76 is not at all interested in any kind of basic training, to say the least, but maybe it might be fun to watch some civilians muddle through it. Eventually, however, he bounces back with the suggestion that perhaps the two of them should throw down. You know, for 'fun'.

Given their conversation on the network, he imagines that Shepard has some interest in what he can do, and this is a good chance for him to size her up, as well. That, and he's pretty sure he could stand to blow off some steam.]

As I'll ever be.

[The jacket and body armor is gone, at least, but he's shown up in the mask and visor--apparently that's non-negotiable.]

8))))))

[squadgoals]

[Rolling her shoulders back, she moves her head side to side, cracking her neck on both sides.]

How do you want to play this? To the KO, or the give?

[For her part, Shep is dressed in nothing more than her assigned Moira uniform, hands free of weapons. She quirks an eyebrow at the mask-visor set, but doesn't say anything about it. If her impression of 76 had been at all accurate, he wasn't about to pull anything cheap.

Well. Too cheap.]

[mylawn]

[Nothing cheap, unless he counts the fact that he sort of neglected to mention the whole government experiment thing. But who knows--she could be a physical match for him due to a variety of unknown factors. He's not about to underestimate her just because he's augmented. The fact that she even agreed to this fight in the first place means she's either confident in her ability to match him, or wants to know what he can do. 76 is more than willing to oblige both.]

Doesn't matter. Whatever happens first.

[Not that he's going into this aiming to knock her out, but hey, if it happens, it happens. He'll even let her make the first move, settling into a well-practiced defensive stance.]

sadist grandma time X(

[heisenbitch]

[ Pushing the cleaning cart into the room, Jesse comes to a slow stop and peers around with a curious squint. The hell is this room? No furniture. No windows. No nothing. Just a big, empty room, so far as Jesse can see.

Well, whatever. Curiosity gives way to a flat, resigned sigh, and he rounds the cart to snatch up the mop. Squeezes the excess water out, trudges over to the far corner, slaps the mop-end on the floor with a wet splat. Keeping busy is what he's trying to do, as much as he's hating the hell out of this janitorial job. Get high and keep busy. He'd hit the pipe just before starting this shift, the rush of meth sending a roar of anxious euphoria pushing through him. Then he'd fetched the cleaning cart out of the utility closet and began the long, arduous task of working his way through the ship.

Mr. White would have told him to keep busy, to stay focused. To not let any of these freaks and weirdos see that he can't hold his shit together. It would be good advice, too, and as much as Jesse doesn't want to admit it, it makes him miss Mr. White so bad.

Dressed in his ship uniform with an oversized dark purple hoodie shucked on over the top, he works his way across the floor with the mop, eyes dead with fed-up moroseness, dark circles underneath them, skin slightly pasty from hitting the pipe a little too hard. The door suddenly opening with a whoosh has Jesse snapping his attention quick and sharp towards it, tense and alarmed. He's still so goddamned jumpy, and the meth really isn't helping.

Oookay... He's about to just turn back to his work when the woman says his name. He looks back at her, off-guard and mistrustful. ]

Uhhh. Does it look like I'm doin' training, yo?

[ The hell is sim training? And who the hell are you? ]

BUCKLE UP JUNIOR

[squadgoals]

[Eyes adjusting to the harsh lighting of the bare, unaltered training room, she spots the mop and bucket, and smiles. Well. That explains that, at least.]

Of a kind, maybe. [That mopped patch looks more like someone pushing around wet dust.]

Don't remember me? Guess I was only using a voicelink over the network.

1v1

[heartscold]

[He's just woken up from cryo with new memories of his life back home and a much larger chip on his shoulder than usual. Burning off a little energy won't hurt, and he doesn't mind going up against the good Captain. He's been relying on his gun too much lately anyway.]

Ready when you are.

[Now that his hands aren't made of glass anymore, either, he's itching to use them for something.]

[squadgoals]

[Shepard nods amicably, giving her muscles a final stretch, cracking her neck. Initially cautious of an axe to grind, the vibe coming off her opponent is much more easy-going than she'd expected. This, she could work with.

Settling into a comfortable offensive stance, she gives a nod.]

Hope you're all stretched — wouldn't want you to pull something straight out of cryo.