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!

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[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex puts on a burst of speed, aiming to try and cut him off from the door. It's not like he can just run through her in here, after all.

[whyarewehere]

...Or can he? He's gotten used to the idea of being able to to th-

WHUMPSCUFFLETHUD!

"%$&@ing ow!"

Well, looks like the answer to that is a resounding "no".

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex lets out a surprised curse of her own as she finds that apparently, she's the only one who took sensorium differences into account.

"I'm solid in here, moron!"

[whyarewehere]

"I forgot!"

How that meshes with the ducking away from her that started this, the world will never know. Grif's thought process is a wonderous thing.

He tries to disentangle himself.

"And get off of me!"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to! Stop squirming!" Tex is attempting to disentangle herself as well, but between the initial collision and their mutual attempts to get away from each other as fast as humanly possible, progress has...slowed.

[maguspuparum.livejournal.com]

The door that was the cause of their little collision whooshes open, revealing a bored-looking little girl who may or may not have been browsing the crew's simulations for lack of anything better to do.

Her eyes flick down to the tense-looking pile of persons in front of her. She smirks.

"I'd been wondering how many people got it on in these things. Setting's kind of boring, though." She makes a show of looking around the gym, then comes back to the pair.

"And it'd help if you got the suits off."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"It's not what it looks like," Tex growls out, shoving at Grif again to try and free herself. "And it's not my fault!"

She shoves at Grif again, as if it proves her point.

[whyarewehere]

"Ow!" Shove! "OW, you're on my arm! HELLO!" Grif wrenches the now very tugged limb free. There will be so much bruising, armor vs podsuit = owwww.

He glares daggers at the kid, but is more concerned with other things right this second. "Now give my leg back!"

[maguspuparum.livejournal.com]

"It isn't?" Evangeline crows at Tex while hovering over the two... and standing anywhere she thinks she'll get in the way of their apparently incompatible escape attempts. "Because it looks from here as though the lady doth protest too much."

"Both of them, really." She adds a cheap shot at Grif.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Both of you shut it," Tex snarls, swiping at Evangeline for getting in the way. "Especially you. I hear one 'bow chicka bow wow' and your skull's mine."

Grif gets kicked at she tries to remove the offending leg. "I'm trying!"

[whyarewehere]

Grif swears. That hurt! Tex's armor makes her joints bend slightly less than would be useful right now.

"Go all ghosty or something!" he snaps. And to Evangeline, "And you shut up!"

[maguspuparum.livejournal.com]

"Bowchiwhat?" Evangeline hops back from Tex's swipe and looks down disapprovingly. "You don't really want me down in that mess, do you?"

Back to the grin. "Or am I more to your taste than your thin-skinned little friend?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Shut up, kid! And get out of here!" Tex does take Grif's suggestion though, switching to her more typical noncorporeal self. She takes the opportunity to scramble away, snarling curses to herself under her breath.

[whyarewehere]

Grif gets to his feet more slowly, suppressing a wince as he brushes himself off.

"Thanks," he says, voice oozing venom and sarcasm. Is that at Tex or Evangeline? Maybe both.

He stalks out of the sensorium while Tex is distracted. Samus can be as pissed as she wants, he is not putting up with this BS.