http://8wings.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-01-10 07:54 pm

Morning Exercise (open)

Anwei was jumping around the Hub - literally. With firm strokes of her arms and legs, she leaped from tentacle-base to tentacle-base, circling the vast room. Her hair fluttered wildly around her head in the anti-grav field, and she was sweating a little with the exertion.

She'd kept up a running commentary to Stacy about what she was doing in the back of her throat – the same way she used to talk to Horanckk. When Stacy suggested she try the Sensoriums for exercise, though, she demurred. The idea of rooms that could take things out of her mind and make them real made her shiver.

After three complete circuits of the Hub, she came to a halt and consulted her omnicom, which had been filming the whole time. Carefully, she marked the tunnels that were never entered by passers-by, the tentacles that hung limp rather than undulating. Someday, maybe soon, she would want to see if she could get into those unused tunnels, and see what might be in there. But for now, she rolled up her denim shirt and tied it to a tentacle with some blue string (making extra certain that all the pockets were sealed), marked out a large triangle on the wall with that same string, and began something that looked like dancing.

It was not dancing. It was drill for free-fall unarmed combat. Her arms and legs moved in long coordinated scything motions, her fingers grabbing and clawing at imaginary opponents (she was not grabbing with her toes because of the binding material of her plantsuit). In her ears she remembered her drill instructor bellowing as it criticized every falter and hesitation. She deliberately did not think of her first dance instructor and his tiny, cutting whip.

When she drifted out into the flow of traffic, she used her tie-line to move back against the wall and start again. It would be pretty obvious to anyone watching that she was doing some sort of structured exercise.
fireforger: (Calm smile)

[personal profile] fireforger 2011-01-11 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Daja herself was out for a walk, although not for exercise. As she came to the hub, she recognised the woman she had met recently at the meet and greet.

"Good day, Anwei," she said politely. "I hope you've been settling in well?"

[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Alex had his laptop and was on his way to Engineering when he saw someone leaping across the Hub. Ever the master of decorum, he stood, staring slack-jawed at the woman that was all but flying.

[identity profile] nanochist.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd been out exploring when he came across the vast room called the Hub. Stepping out of one of the tunnels, Kai stared up at the strange, alien structure. He was far from used to this place.

It was a moment before he spotted the figure moving around in the air. Kai pulled his sunglasses down his nose to get a clearer look. It wasn't random movement, that much was obvious even to his untrained eyes. Kai knew fighting movements when he saw them. But what conditions was she training to fight in? It looked like she was pretending to fall</i... He watched, interested, for a long minute. When she'd finished, he clapped twice.