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[rumbling]

WHO: maine ( rumbling ) + you
WHERE: random places on the ship
WHEN: throughout the day on dec 11
WHAT: idek
WARNINGS: nothing at this time, will update if necessary!


( ATRIUM )

[ He can't say he ever expected to be in space again. Not after everything that's happened. Hell, he wasn't even expecting to see land again. But, shit changes and life is often unpredictable. And now here he is. Apparently living aboard another ship, traveling through space like he has some sort of purpose. Maine doesn't know what that purpose even is. And after dealing with Project Freelancer and all the bullshit the Director did, he's not really inclined to believe he has some purpose with some faceless crew in the middle of outerspace.

Trust issues? You bet.

After orientation and locating his bunk ( it's all so goddamn familiar but so different ), he sets out to get the lay of the ship. Though Maine did give a few moments of hesitation in whether he should wear his armor or not on the friendly walk-about, he decides against it. Instead he swings by the first store he sees and purchases a few different clothing items; the charcoal grey hoodie is put on before he even pays for it, hoodie up and not suspicious at all.

After exploring certain areas, he winds up in the atrium. It's... nice, in certain ways. Something that probably would've been nice to have on the Mother of Invention. Eventually he settles on a bench by one of the ponds and—are those ducks? Weird that this place has animals just wandering around. They waddle and quack their way over and Maine gives a threatening rumbling noise in return. It doesn't deter them, however, and the next thing he knows, he has a bag of breadcrumbs and ducks all over, eating and quacking happily, even going so far as to join him on the bench in their quest for more.

This is not going as planned. And who the hell gave him this bag of bread, anyway?! ]

( TRAINING ROOM )

[ Later on towards whatever counts as evening in this ship, Maine hits the gym. At this point it's completely necessary to work off some pent up aggression. It's not that he's mad or anything, but there's just some shit he needs to work through and being trapped around all these people isn't doing much to stave off the aggression levels.

So, he's going to take it out on some punching bags. And the weight machines. Probably the pool, too. Want to race? Let's go, buddy. Eventually, though, if anyone is milling around the boxing ring, he's going to gesture to himself, to them and then to the ring. Wanna go a few rounds? ]

( ETC. )

( feel free to throw anything my way or get me on plurk ( honnleath ) if you want to discuss sth specific!! )

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[rumbling]

[ Honestly everyone on the ship will be lucky if there's any equipment left by the time Maine is done. He's getting that buzzing sort of feeling moving through his body. His veins tremble with it. His muscles vibrate with it. It's that itch that tells him he needs to get this energy out or else. And no one—including Maine himself—wants to deal with the or else.

A weight machine is definitely getting broken today. Maybe a punching bag, too.

He chews on the inside of his cheek for a split second and tries not to commit that lopsided smile to memory. ( It doesn't work. He does. And he'll be thinking about it while pounding the shit out of that punching bag. ) He breathes then nods with a noise of affirmation; No promises.

Because he can't promise that and he knows Wash knows that. Wash will probably also figure it out pretty quick the path of destruction Maine leaves behind. He looks at Wash again for one long moment, feeling like he should say something but ultimately in the end, he just doesn't. A hand lifts slightly in a farewell and then he turns and just heads off in the direction Wash indicated.

On the upside, hey, he might sleep well tonight after literally obliterating all his energy. ]