trans_9 | Exhaustion!

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Exhaustion!

After fighting in a massive planetary battle -- well, less 'fighting' and more 'healing people, occasionally from literal death' -- the Akashic was, in a word, exhausted.

Not necessarily physically; regardless of how grueling shifts in Medbay might be at the moment, he made a point to stick to his schedule, sleep plenty, eat (ugh) enough gruel, and keep his body in shape. Not necessarily mentally either; good health and self-care, along with meditation and discipline, helped in that matter as well.

There was just a certain level of core, deep, ground-in exhaustion that couldn't be banished that easily, though. So that left only one thing to do for the best relaxation:

Snowboard in the sensorium.

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The crew of the Ptolemy had weathered the fight well, even if the same couldn't be said of the rest of the ship. Signs of fighting were everywhere, and it was getting a little depressing. A quick trip to the Sensoriums, to at least imagine being well and drunk for a while wouldn't hurt anything - hell, she'd sober up as soon as she came out again.

Except this one was already occupied, it seemed. Pristine white snow and blazingly blue winter skies. Now that was a sight she hadn't seen in a while.

Add to that one Morgan, shooting down the slope on a custom board as if he were born to it. (Also wearing only a T-shirt and khakis, which couldn't ever be called appropriate attire for this sort of sport.) He turned sharply sideways, the board slashing through the snow and kicking up a sheet of it as he turned.

On that note, he offered a cheerful wave.

Sumeragi blinked, and then returned the wave. The man looked totally unsuited to the landscape around him - but then again, none of this was actually real, so she supposed it didn't matter quite so much.

"Ah, sorry to barge in on you! I didn't realize this one was in use."

The board came to a halt not far away, so he lightly hopped off of it, letting it flip up into his hand when his feet caught it just right on the tip. "Hi there! Don't worry about it. If there was a sign outside that could say 'come on in' I'd have turned it on. Snowboarding's more fun with other people, after all!"

And everyone could use some fun after what all had happened.

Sumeragi laughed a little at that bit of showmanship - but hell, she couldn't really fault him that.

"I have to confess, I've never tried it. And it's been a hell of a long time since my last ski trip." Though... she wasn't adverse to the idea. It'd be a good distraction.

"It'll be a bit rough to learn, the first day is always the hardest," he said. "But if you're willing to stick it out, it's a ton of fun. Otherwise, there's skiing, sledding, snowball fights... Snow is the most fun you can have outdoors."

Sumeragi grinned. "Well, you're willing to teach..." She wasn't in that bad a shape, after all. And a part of her was currently thinking that he was pretty cute...

He could approve of that line of thought, especially since she was pretty easy on the eyes herself. "I'm no registered instructor or anything, but since I suspect no one else on the ship is either, I suspect I'm the most qualified!"

"Good enough for me," she replied with a grin. In a place like this, it was best to have a 'make-do' sort of attitude. Her brow furrowed very slightly in concentration for a moment - and then she was slightly better outfitted for the weather, with another snowboard in front of her. She was dressed a little more heavily than the man - it might not actually be cold in here, but seeing snow made her feel cold, anyway.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't introduce myself - just barged on in." She laughed a little sheepishly. "I'm Sumeragi."

Oh, it was cold. Morgan just didn't mind cold. Mountain-man heritage and all.

"Morgan Knight," he said, offering her a hand and a grin. "Nice to meet you."

She returned the grin, and gave him a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you too." There was something to be said for a ship this big - you always felt like you were meeting new people.

Wasn't that the truth, but that was a good thing. It certainly beat meeting new people in medbay, or worse, near death in a med-tent...

"All right, then. Let's get you a board and down towards a short clean run of the hill, huh?"

He concentrated for a moment, instructing the sensorium to plop down a teleporter pad right next to the pair of them. It obligingly did.

She grinned, and sauntered over to the teleporter pad. "This place is a lot more obliging than a real slope, I think."

"No kidding," he said, stepping on after her. "This means I can skip the 'how to get on the ski lift' lesson."

The pad obligingly whisked them to a spot not far from the bottom of the bunny hill. Morgan thunked his board down in the snow. "Do you know, offhand, which is your primary foot?"

"Well, I've used a ski lift before - it's just been a while." Not much time for mountain vacations when you spent life in space, after all. She glanced down the hill - didn't look too bad, though, again, it'd been a while. "Um... I'm not sure, actually. Right-handed and right-eyed, but it's never come up for feet."

"It's actually not related to handedness, but there's an easy way to tell. Do this." He darted forward a couple of feet, then jammed his feet into the snow and spread his arms to slide a few yards. His right foot had gone forward, but that was just what felt most natural to him.

Sumeragi watched Morgan with interest. Figuring it out based on muscle memory, huh? She repeated the motion - and her left foot came to the front as she slid on the snow.

"Regular-footed, then," he said. He commanded the sensorium to construct a board for her, oriented left-foot forward, then held it out to her once it appeared in his hands.

She took it from him with a smile. "I suppose the next step is getting on, yeah?"

"Yep. Here's the easy way." He dropped his own board down into the snow, then simply dropped his butt down onto the hill behind it. "No sense getting elaborate for the first time. Park yourself, then strap yourself in."

By way of example, he fit his feet onto his board (which now had bindings, for the purpose of demonstration!) and began securing them tightly.

"You want them absolutely immobile. No twisting, space, tugging, anything."

She followed his example, landing in the snow with slightly less finesse - but no sliding. She fit her own feet in, and then pulled the bindings nice and tight.

"I'm going to guess standing up is a lot harder than sitting down."

"Yep. If your board gets straight, it'll start sliding, so!" He lifted his legs, then dropped them so his board dug into the snow. When he pushed himself upright, the wedge he'd cut kept the board tilted back so it couldn't slide.

Sumeragi nodded, and tried to do the same. She got mostly upright, and then the board wobbled, and she slipped back onto her ass in the snow. "Ah-!" No harm done, really - but it caught her by surprise.

Yep, that'll happen.

"When you get more experienced, it's actually a little easier to get when you're facing the hill, but you're less likely to fall down the hill this way."

He managed not to laugh, too.

Sumeragi laughed a little - at herself, mostly. Figures she'd get that far before falling. She pushed up again, and this time kept her balance as she stood.

"There we go."

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