Lazy is as Lazy Does

[whyarewehere]

Samus has decreed that Grif exercise and hopefully, through some act of god, become less of a slob than he currently is. Part of this is getting him to do something besides laying around on the Obs Deck whining about everything under the sun and several things that aren't.

The sensoriums are set up like a gym, a not uncommon thing considering some members of the crew. One of the treadmills is running, but there's nobody on it. Grif is sitting on a bench off to one side, playing what might be some sort of species of gameboy with the sound muted. He listens in case of approaching footsteps as he waits on the distance to rack up.

What? He's not running a couple miles. Not in this or any universe!

Comments

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I think you're missing the point of a gym." Sorry, Grif, but listening for footsteps won't save you when your mortal enemy can just blip into the sensorium whenever she feels like it.

Tex crosses her arms and glowers down at Grif. "You should probably get moving before Samus comes to check on you."

[whyarewehere]

"Oh go away," he says, scowling up from the screen. "What, are you out of puppies to kick?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex's body language gives the distinct impression that she's eyerolling underneath that helmet. "Funny. No, I'm just wondering you're really that eager to get killed because you won't get in shape."

[whyarewehere]

"I'm not gonna get killed, stop being dramatic. That's my job," he huffs.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Explain that to the next zombie, alien, or whatever other kind of weird crap we find that turns out to be able to run better than you. I'm sure it'll listen when you say you won't get killed."

[whyarewehere]

"It hasn't stopped me yet," he replies with his eyes back on the screen. He's a little bit quieter there, but that may just be because he's busy trying to keep his little pixel dude alive.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Because you've had people looking out for you." She eyes the game. "If you can put all your effort into that, why can't you put it into something that'll keep you alive?"

[whyarewehere]

"Because this doesn't hurt."

This is all very simple, you see?

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout can be quite sneaky when he wants to. Which is not often because it takes, you know, actual effort to sneak up on people. Today, however, he decides it would be absolutely hilarious to sneak up on his buddy.

He leaaaaans over, and when Grif doesn't notice him right away, finally says, "Yo."

[whyarewehere]

"Gah!" Grif flails and drops his game. The cartridge falls out and the battery case opens up.

"Dude, not funny," he scowls. But it's the Scout. He's starting to get used to the guy.

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

It was funny and Grif knows it. Or maybe Scout is just overly amused by his own antics. He makes no apologies for his actions.

"What's with the gym setup?"

[whyarewehere]

"Samus says I gotta exercise. So, I'm exercising..." Grif gestures to the treadmill.

"...my thumbs, anyway."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

"Dude... whattaya gonna do if she comes in here?" Inquiring minds want to know.

[poetrysoldier]

Ash much like when she saw Shepard, came into the Sensoriums running. Despite never actually been into there, she decided to check it out. So she was a little surprised when she walked into somethin resembling a gym and a man in similar armor to Chief's except orange, playing some sort of game. She put down her weapons, and gave a slight wave. She then turned to the treadmill and started walking on it.

[whyarewehere]

"What're you doing?" The guy with the game tensed up when she came in, but relaxed for some reason. Apparently she's not who he was looking out for.

[poetrysoldier]

Ashley was sorely tempted to say 'what do you think I'm doing?', but had the frame of mind to silence that out of her head. She slowed down slightly. "Running the treadmill. Why?"

[whyarewehere]

"It's my treadmill," he answers reasonably. As if this is a perfectly normal thing to do, sitting here by an unoccupied running treadmill.

[poetrysoldier]

Just as reasonably Ash pointed out Grif's flaw. "A treadmill which you set up and are not using."

[whyarewehere]

"Exaaaactly," he says, leaning back against the wall a little on his bench.

He makes perfect sense right now. Perfect. Sense.

[poetrysoldier]

"So whats the harm in letting me use it?" She says with a bit of annoyance. It made no sense at all.

[whyarewehere]

"..."

"Okay, I don't know. But if anyone asked I totally ran that whole way, okay?"

[greenissterile.livejournal.com]

Here's Doc to annoy you Grif, have fun. "Isn't that the opposite point of a gym, Grif?"

[whyarewehere]

"My life is the opposite point of a gym, Doc," Grif replies, looking up from the game. Because he just died, thanks.

"What do you want?"

[greenissterile.livejournal.com]

Oh, Grif. Doc is oblivious to sarcasm."For someone who doesn't like exercise, you just made a gym in the Sensoriums. That makes no sense. You haven't seen Tex anywhere have you?"

[whyarewehere]

"I didn't make this, Samus did. And yeah, I saw Tex. Unfortunately. She was in here earlier."

He manages to suppress a wince at the memory.

"Why?"