trans_9 | A (not so) Quick Work Out [open]

When not working a particular shift at a department, and when taking a 'break' from work in general, Tim was prone to doing some working out and training. If he was going to be out of any one of his departments, for any given time, he might as well spend it keeping himself in shape and his body honed. It was productive and sometimes it could help him think. And it was certainly better than spending any pauses he had by idling. He couldn't afford to do that.

As Red Robin, it was easiest to just work out in Hydroponics, if he were doing straight up working out, practising with his staff and enjoying the more open feeling. He'd set up training runs and he could work with weapons in relative seclusion. In those instances, he would focus more on balance and take a calmer, slower route, using the lesser muscles and doing more work with the finer aspects of martial arts.

But, from time to time, the simpler ways to work out (as opposed to running simulations of gang wars, target practise, weapons training, etc) had a lot of merit themselves. Plus, sometimes it was nice to work out without being weighted down by leather and kevlar, which was a luxury he couldn't always afford on the ship. In those cases, Tim would be brought to the Sensoriums, where he could use the simulations to call up a virtual gym. Plus, the locale had the added bonus of him being able to use the illusory capabilities to hide that he was maybe a little too well muscled for a teenaged social worker, and it could cover up any questionable scars that showed. He could play the role of a normal, active teenager, there, easier than elsewhere.

For the time being, Tim had called up the scene of a gym, sports equipment scattered for him to use as he might. And it was good that, in a moment's notice, he could change it all over again-- to an ice rink for a more literal cool down, or to a field, for instance. A little lonely, playing alone? Tim certainly didn't mind. It was an effective enough workout, if nothing else. Tim stretched whilst he ran over the options in his mind.

((ooc: Feel free to join him as either RR or as Tim. c: And if you want anything in specific, just let me know!))

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"I'm not sure I could've kept track of all that," Billy shook his head, just imagining the headache of building up a new life for himself. "But I'm glad you're getting through. I'm sure it's stressful avoiding detection with so many others in close contact."

In that way, Billy was glad that his identity was public. Dangerous, sure, but less of a hassle.

"I trained to do a lot of undercover work, if nothing else," Tim commented. He'd gone under different names and identities before. Doing it permanently, though, was admittedly not a thought that he liked entertaining very much. But if it had ever been necessary...

He grimaced faintly, and nodded. "I manage, I suppose. At least the crew is large and varied enough that that can be used as an advantage." And Tim spent more time as Red Robin than anything else. "I'll do what's necessary for my work, anyway." Billy didn't have to worry about that.

"True. You could be anyone, couldn't you? Maybe even a Martian," Billy joked. Anything was possible. He seemed to be a human male, but there were methods of disguising one's true species.

"Right, but I imagine you might be hearing what I do every week. 'Don't forget to have fun somewhere in there'. Does anyone bother you with that?"

Tim's expression was undeniably mischievous at that. "You never know. The martians in my world were shape shifters," he said. "If I were, no one would ever have to know, of course."

With a grimace, he said, "Sometimes. Mostly questionings of if I ever do take breaks. Apparently people didn't think it was reasonable to work instead of hanging out on Happy Happy Fun World."

"I'll keep that in mind," Billy noted, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. That would be fascinating, but he'd have to bed against it.

Red Robin's admission shocked even Billy, though. "I tried that on our first shore leave. It definitely didn't work. They dragged me out. But I've learned to compromise by now---half-play and half work."

He paused, then winked. "Unless you're saying you worked to hide that you were there in your civilian form. Don't tell me, it's all right."

Tim could respect that compromise. He might not do it himself, but he could respect that of Billy. The man had a good work ethic, certainly. And Tim would be entirely hypocritical if he were to make a comment on how much time he spent working, at any rate.

He barked out a clipped laugh at that, then said, "Unfortunately, no. I really was working. Not a big fan of theme parks, really." Not to mention the killer headache he'd had.

"Ah. I've had bad experiences at theme parks too. With that much noise and energy, they're a large target for monsters. It takes longer and longer to clean up the ferris wheel every time, so I was really surprised there wasn't any sort of attack."

That had been the biggest shock of that week. He shook his head, glancing back at Red Robin. "Did you enjoy the relative quiet, at least?"

Tim nodded a little grimly. "Of course. Fortunately that wasn't a constant issue with my work, though it did come up. But any crowded area like that can be dangerous. I wasn't sure I trusted there to not be trouble, honestly, given how our shore leaves and missions tend to go." A beat, and then his expression turned a bit more light again. "Not to mention that roller coasters can't really compare to swinging across rooftops, let alone intergalactic travel."

He nodded, though, and said, "Yes. It was nice to have a little bit of calm while I worked."

Billy could relate. This hero thing was tricky business, trickier than it seemed on the surface. But something Tim had said caught his attention.

"Swinging from rooftops?" Of all things! That sounded strangely appealing.

Tim hadn't quite expected him to latch onto that in particular, and so he rose an eyebrow curiously. "Right," he said. "We did a lot of our work from above the streets-- better view, strategically, and it made for easier surprise attacks. But using a grapnel several stories off the ground had its own advantages, besides that." If Tim were to admit to having fun with something-- it'd be that.

"I should've built one," Billy noted. Already the cogs were turning in his head. "It could be useful. Have you built any more?"

Tim felt like he recognised that kind of look. He smirked faintly, and nodded. "One of my personal projects, outside of the Department, has been to keep my supplies up, since I don't have the same resources here as in my own world. So, yes, I have plans for them."

"Great," Billy was satisfied. "I won't ask you to share, I can work on my own, but at least you're taken care of."

With that in mind...Red Robin was so busy, it seemed like his civilian self would hardly ever be around to take a break. Maybe he could afford to take a break as Red Robin?

It was fairly hypocritical for Billy to consider someone else too much of a workaholic, but maybe they could work on this together. "Do you ever visit the media library?"

Tim nodded again. "I've prepared for the possible necessity. I am willing to share plans with you, though, if you're interested in adapting the model." Perhaps he could find it useful.

But the question, and what he presumed were the implications of it, came as a bit of a surprise to Tim. He rose an eyebrow, watching his co-worker for a moment, before he answered-- honestly. "From time to time," he said. "Mostly for research."

"I'd really appreciate those," Billy smiled, though his expression became thoughtful as he considered his...other plans. Huh.

"You've never simply watched something for entertainment?"

"Not in a long time," Tim admitted with a faint, thoughtful frown. He used to go see movies when he was a (younger) teen, but that was another matter. "Certainly not on the ship, though, no."

"Would you like to?" Billy offered, fighting back a laugh. "I'd like to check out the selection for myself sometime. I've heard down the rumor mill that there are some wonderfully horrible films to watch."

Tim didn't bother masking his scepticism, much, since his cowl covered most of the expression. He hadn't quite expected the invitation (well, once the conversation had gone in that direction he had, but initially no), but it was an interesting one.

"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully, watching Billy for a moment. "I've heard similar lore, yes." The faintest smirk appeared for a brief second. "If I have the time to, maybe." The idea wasn't totally repugnant; he just didn't like the idea of taking too much time off.

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