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[stompadour]

Who: Jasper etc.
When: Pretty much whenever this month
Where: Various prompts
What: Various prompts
Warnings: Jasper is a jerk


1: SELF DEFENCE CLASS
A couple of times a week, Jasper teaches self-defence classes in the rec area. They are not the best taught classes there are – Jasper is kind of the quintessential mean drill sergeant gym teacher – but if you're willing to get yourself learned how to punch and you're not a complete feeble disaster, then you will, at least, get learned how to punch. I'm not gonna tag through an actual lesson, but if you want to thread something with your character and Jasper while she stands around waiting for everybody to show up (or for everybody to leave) I am hella down for it!


2: LATER IN THE DAY
It's well after her class for that day is over when Jasper sneaks back to the rec area.

Or, well, perhaps 'sneaks' isn't the word – Jasper carries herself with the same decisive, commanding air as usual as she makes her way through to the exercise equipment, but there is nonetheless something furtive about the way she glances around the area to make sure there's no one else around. It's late enough that she feels like there shouldn't be... but... She needs to make sure, before she does what she's about to do.

What she's about to do turns out to be attempt to use the weight machine. She has, in the past, pooh-poohed the concept of 'working out', finding the fact that humans and organic life forms need to work to maintain their physical traits rather than possessing them innately kind of absurd (although she supposes it explains their having no biologically defined roles, inefficient though that might be). But she's kind of curious. Eyes narrowed, she tugs on the machine with one large, orange finger. What if...


3: THE KITCHEN
Today's dinner was terrible. So terrible, in fact, that you feel it is necessary to go to the kitchen to complain.

Unfortunately this brings you face to face with Jasper, who after months of weekly kitchen duty has... well, she's made progress. She's managed to grasp by now that not literally anything organic can constitute food, and she's been taught the difference between necessary amounts of cooking versus charring a meal into a blackened mess. She's not poisoning anyone. It's just that some of the finer points of things like... flavour combinations, or and acceptable amounts of seasoning... continue to escape her.

(Not least because she point-blank refuses to put any of these things in her mouth. She knows what happens if you eat stuff, thank you very much.)

"There a problem?"

She does not look sympathetic.


4: WILDCARD
If you want to run into Jasper elsewhere, she can be found on Moro deck checking in on her cats, outside Peridot's armory looming at people trying to seek entry without an appointment (she thinks this is a little silly but whatever, she's Peridot's bodyguard), or... more or less anywhere except the gardens, mess hall or swimming pool, pretty much!

Comments

1!

[dragonspride]

Kain lurked along the edge of the room, just watching the classes after slipping in partway through lessons; he was out of uniform, and had only bothered with the slacks from the "casual" outfit he'd been given over his altered thermals. He was half-leaning on the wall on his wings, tail curled around his feet, arms folded.

He was a failure at keeping a bemused smirk off his face, and was starting to seriously consider entering the class just for perversity's sake and idle curiosity how a monster's strength matched to the unfamiliar alien's.

"Have you been handling training long?"

He's trying to sound neutral, really he is, but 'sarcastic ego' is just not staying out of his voice.

wildcard, moro deck!

[backsassin]

Jasper might be in their room on Moro Deck to check in on her cats, but unfortunately for her, that is also the precise moment that Zam walks in. The changeling doesn’t offer a word of greeting, just strides in, scoops up the fluffier of the two cats with one hand, turns, and falls back-first onto her bed, though she’s gentle enough when she settles White Long Hair onto her stomach.

Things Jasper may or may not notice about Zam depending on her level of observation: one, there’s the acrid smell of blasterfire and burnt metal hanging about her. Secondly, she’s missing her right arm. Again.

Zam turns her head towards Jasper, using her remaining hand to pet the bewildered cat perched on her stomach.

“You would not believe the day I’ve had.”

2 C:

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn just happens to stumble upon the rec area in his exploration of the ship. Most of the halls are too small for him to squeeze down, but he does manage to find a route to lands him to where Jasper is fiddling with the weight machine.

"Well, now. What sort of contraption do we have here?"

He thinks its a torture device. He's ignorant to the world of human weight training.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn glares as Jasper puts one of her tiny hands on the machine. He doesn't expect anything less than a bit of passive racisim from this buff...thing.

"No, but perhaps it could be useful." Tarn squeezes further into the room so that his comparatively massive frame hovers over Jasper.

"Show me how it works."

This could be the most instrumental object that he's found yet on the Moira.

2 rolls in here literally 2 weeks late

[diamondslap]

"You're going to break something, darling." Aurelia says flatly, having been watching Jasper. She's finished with her own little set of Keeping Fit For Murder and was just about to leave when the Big Punch Master entered; the one Aurelia finds rather curious. Interesting, even.

Perhaps the hair was lost.