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starlogs2017-01-08 03:01 pm
realimperfect) wrote in starlogs2017-01-08 03:01 pm
OPEN | SWEAT IT OUT
WHO: Re-L Mayer & YOU!
WHERE: Eluvio's Gym
WHEN: January 6th-9th before the mission
WHAT: Re-L is working out the stress of being in a new place with new people - by working out a lot.
WARNINGS: n/a - maybe slight language
WHERE: Eluvio's Gym
WHEN: January 6th-9th before the mission
WHAT: Re-L is working out the stress of being in a new place with new people - by working out a lot.
WARNINGS: n/a - maybe slight language
It had been a long time since she'd had access to an actual gym to use. Sure, using her own weight to keep herself fit had been working, but not as well as she'd liked, and Pino didn't have the patience to be a weight set for very long before some shiny object or coloring set was deemed better than the attempt at her own fitness. The sight of weight and an actual treadmill is a welcome sight - finally, something that is wholly and formally meant to make her stronger and well.. keep her fit. She'd started with a run on the treadmill, nothing too overbearing to start, a bit of a warm up, so to speak.
But then comes weight lifting. Casually, she loads something like 400 pounds total on to a bar, looking every bit too thin to lift what she's putting on there, but the weights themselves don't seem to bother her individually -
After all, Pino is about the same as two of the one hundred pound weights. Round about.
Once it's all loaded and the bar it set at shoulder height, she takes the time to put her hair up and away from her neck before settling the weight bar there and, carefully, backing up to free it from the pins holding it up.
The weight itself doesn't seem to bother her a bit, taking a moment to make sure that she is in proper form before dropping in to a few low squats, seemingly not bothered a bit by all of the weight on her shoulders, if not completely satisfied that she hasn't lost her touch with this kind of thing. All of that time away from the dome (negating her time spent gathering and loading supplies with Vincent) - and she still hasn't lost too much in the way of stamina or strength.
She pauses in her exercise for a moment to let a thought sit, for a moment, contemplating just who she might be able to find to help train her when it came to a little more hand to hand combat. Would it be her preferred method? Hell no. In fact, she'd still prefer her guns, but..
Without Vincent around, the whole dynamic of him taking the close quarters combat and her taking out enemies before they go too close was shot to hell. A quick look around the gym proves to produce quite a few bulky candidates, however.. she'll wait until she sees a few in action before deciding who to approach. For now to put her bar back on the rack, carefully moving to grab two 25 pound weights to load on either side, waiting for a moment before speaking.
"Excuse me. I just need 2 of those disc 25 pound weights, if you can spare them for a moment."
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"Oh. Explains where I don't know about them, then..." Though she'd like to learn when they weren't chatting in a gym, that much was for certain. These people had many new things to learn about, and it took all of her to not peel them back with the sheer weight of what she wanted to know. There was time (presumably) she reminded herself. She could ask him about Vulcans another time and another place.
"I will. I want to gather up people to bring in different... perspectives, I guess is the term. After all, we're all from different worlds so it makes sense, right?" Plus, the differences in the technology and the lot would be helpful. Things here seemed on par with Romdeau but... different all at once.
"That's why he wanted me to read them, I think. So that I could think higher than Romdeau and my grandfather.. think around them, maybe... " She shrugs - it's no use contemplating on the thoughts and motivations of a dead man, anyway, though.. a part of her wonders what the hell he was thinking with Real and Romdeau and everything else towards the end of things. There's a little laugh at him saying he preferred people to be straight forward, looking to the ceiling for a moment. "You wouldn't have liked Romdeau at all, then. Conversations were sort of like... verbal poker. Hiding cards you didn't want to reveal and at the same time being aware of what they are or aren't saying, or why. It's exhausting."
She pauses, for a moment, as if mulling over what to say next to what he's asserting about the wombsys and the lot. It's all correct, in a situation where people could actually reproduce normally and the lot. However, with that possibility ruled out -
"For one, humans can't be born the natural way, where I'm from. We're all too irradiated for that." Another pause, and then : "I know I was made to be curious and intuitive.. maybe too much so, to be fair. I think I surpassed what he thought I would be capable of... digging through all the mess of the dome and what was going on.."
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"Well, Jim works as a bartender, haven't really seen where, but I know that's what they assigned him. He'd likely love talkin' conspiracies with ya." Where Leonard could go on all day about his distrust for this place, he knew the more productive players in this would not be himself. Sure, he'd follow the blonde into hell, but he wouldn't lead the way himself. Unless he had to...
"Sounds unsavory. I don't have time for that mess. I am what I am. No point in hidin' it or what I'm doin'." He saved lives or tried to. He kept Jim Kirk in one piece and he took care of those that needed it. Why play mind games or use manipulation? No point in that. And it seemed she was pretty tired of it herself if how so spoke of them - albeit in monotone.
Though, he stopped at the idea of the world being too irradiated to have children conceived. His brow furrowed and he closed his mouth. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he watched her carefully before letting out a soft sigh. "Those are.. good traits. Even if they were 'chosen' for ya, I hope they lead you down a ways but you get to pick which way you go. Maybe be silly hopin' that, but I do."
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"I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't." She knew that those coming back to Earth were human - or at least the descendants of those who had left the surface years upon years ago. It was all painstakingly documented, as though those left behind were lamenting ever letting them all go to space without them, when she'd gotten the chance to look at it. In the end of things, she'd only ever known Romdeau anyway, so lusting after a life in space had seemed useless. Now, though, she was at least curious about how they'd lived up there.
"Oh, do they have good wine, there?" Yes, she's nineteen and is picky as hell about her wines, Bones, sorry. There's a moment's pause, and then it seems she feels the need to explain: "I just don't see the good in overly trusting a place that takes all of these people in so unassumingly, is all. Everyone has their price."
He says Romdeau sounds unsavory and she takes a moment to laugh, nodding her head to say that he wasn't wrong. The dome had been the pinnacle of society, and yet all the layers beneath were where things began the slippery slope. "I think you wouldn't have made an ideal fellow citizen, then. But that isn't necessarily all bad. The expectations, particularly of those with a high rank, can be suffocating. ... As well as boring."
"I've already chosen my own way." She'd been too intuitive for her own good - her grandfather's advisers had said it many times in the course of her life. "Granted, I think I learned all too quickly that knowing the truth will not necessarily make me happy."
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But he agreed on that. "Unless they drag us here for man power." Can't make robots do everything right? Unless they were making people into robots. That just gave him the chills right there. He would rather die than let them treat him medically now that he had that thought in his head.
"I don't make an ideal much of anything. But I'm a damn good doctor." Regardless of his supposedly terrible bedside manner. He could be good at that when he tried. "Yeah well, fittin' in isn't the most important thing in life. And I sure as hell don't conform to other's expectations."
All he could do was nod at her saying she made her own path. At least there was that. "Well, like they say. In much wisdom there is grief. But I don't agree with ignorance bein' bliss either."
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"Whiskey is one I've never had. Immigrants seemed to have a lot of it, though - " Of course, someone of her standing in life hadn't really been "allowed" that kind of liquor - it wasn't looked at as favorably as her favored wine had been and well.. she didn't feel like hearing her grandfather's shit after Iggy witnessed her bumming booze off of an immigrant. Still, now that she had a lot more in the way of freedom, it might be worth it to go and try out what she can while she can. "I'm nineteen, why?" She'd be twenty soon enough, April wasn't all that far away, after all.
His mention of bringing them to the Eluvio for man power ha her scrunching her nose, though, apparently not very convinced. "Why, when they can easily make unthinking drones that wouldn't mind going and doing whatever was needed for them? They wouldn't even have to think about the possibility of deviance from the mission, with drones." That was why Romdeau had begun using autoreivs, after all. It was easier to conscript mechanical beings in to an entire lifetime of menial work and expect them to do it until they broke down without complaint.
"That's a lot of confidence." Well, his declaration gives her a little bit of amusement, regardless, it would seem. "Maybe not in places outside of Romdeau, but inside? If you didn't conform it was basically social suicide."
"I don't know about bliss - but not knowing would have saved me a lot of mental anguish, at times."