A (not so) Quick Work Out [open]

[battorch]

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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[battorch]

Tim smirked, and nodded. "Definitely. I'd like to see what you have to offer me, too. We'll have to have a match sometime, then."

[morganknight]

"I'll try to go easy on you," Morgan teased. Well, half-teased; it really wouldn't be much of a challenge if he did things like scramble Tim's chi so badly that his efforts at generating kinetic energy only produced thermal instead. Now if it really were an all-out fight with gadgets and tricks involved, that might be more fair, but martial arts sparring tended to lose a lot when the Bat Kick-Repellant came out...

[battorch]

Tim snorted just faintly at that. "We'll see about that," he said. Because damn right did he hear that as some kind of challenge. Sure, he knew there was a distinct possibility that Morgan was more skilled than him, but that didn't mean he'd not try to prove himself and get the better of anyone who might be underestimating him.

"Well, I'll look forward to that, then. We'll have to set something up the next time we're together for training."

[morganknight]

"I'll look forward to it too," Morgan said, with a grin, and he meant it. There were few things he loved in life so much as pitting his skills against someone else in friendly but serious competition. There was so much to learn from doing so!

"Anyway, I'll leave you to your workout. Sorry again for interrupting it..." he said, sheepish.

[battorch]

"No problem," Tim said with a bit of wry humour. "It was good talking to you, anyway. I'll see you around."