Excerise is good for you! [Open!]

[keep_surviving]

While Diana was never one for overly exercising, usually doing just enough to keep herself in her wonderful curved shape, she did see that the whole ‘clears your mind’ thing was somewhat accurate. 

And her mind felt very crowded. Plus, she couldn’t argue the disadvantages of being in top physical condition when the ship went to heck for the millionth time.

So, she deck out the sensorium into her own gym. A bit of running, then maybe some swimming with Jinx if she texted her to come over.   

True, by the end of this day she’d most likely be over worked, sore and far too tired, but that almost meant she’d want nothing more than to drift into a dreamless sleep without any weight of past event or futures worries. 

Provisions had recently discovered the wonders of sky dancing and so spent him time diving and twirling in the air high above Diana’s head, apart from when she was shooting, then he would peck at the ground near her feet to avoid the possibility of stray bullets.

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Track

[keep_surviving]

Howard had once told her the benefits of running. And, to be fair, she agreed. Her focus was on nothing but her breathing as she jogged at an even pace around the massive track, dressed in appropriate training gear, taking occasional swigs of her water bottle.

Re: Track

[morphitudinous]

Billy was slacking off.

He was supposed to be training for battle every week, but the shock of the deaths and the sudden onslaught of work had gotten in the way. If his original trainers were still here, they would not be pleased at all by his lack of progress.

So he found himself heading to the Sensoriums in his old training gear, a bag slung over his shoulder. To his surprise, someone was already here---usually he'd simply peek and turn away, but in this case training was already in progress.

He slipped inside, hoping he wasn't making a mistake. The runner was someone he didn't know. She seemed strong and fit, obviously ready for action. Billy hoped she wouldn't kill him for intruding.

"Hey," he tried calling at an appropriate time.

((Hey! In case you didn't see, I'm not dropping anymore, but I do have to hiatus for a bit on Thursday. if that's not okay, that's fine. I know it's a bit inconvenient timing.))

Re: Track

[keep_surviving]

Diana had stopped to take another long swig of the cool water in her bottle when she heard a voice.

Turning, she spotted a man not too far away. She recognized him, but only from occasional sightings during her travels around the ship.

Taking another sip to give herself time, she scanned his face with her eyes more closely. Wait, wasn't that the guy Ronnae got hitched to? Bobby? Buddy? Billy, that was it.

She put on a half smirk and mimicked his greeting. "Hey. You always sneak up on running girls or are you trying something new?"

[[No problem!]]

[morphitudinous]

Whoa. That wasn't what Billy intended at all. He threw out his hands in an attempt to placate, trying not to blush. No, that wouldn't do for an impression.

"No, that's not it! I was actually hoping to run too. I guess I got wrapped up in my thoughts. How to improve my own performance." He shrugged. "I can leave, I'm not out to bother people."

[keep_surviving]

Her smirk only grew at his reaction.

"Just come in, it's not like I own the place." Diana set to work shaking out her long, dark hair then tying it back up in an attempt to hold back the stray bangs that'd freed themselves and were falling infront of her face.

[morphitudinous]

Billy felt compelled to obey. There was something of a commander in this woman.

He stepped inside and started with a light jog and stretch. Between movements, he watched her. She was...interesting. "I don't think we've met. I must really be slacking on my training."

[keep_surviving]

Diana took the opportunity to sit on one of the benches while he warmed up.

"It's Diana. And you're Billy, right?"

A black crow fluttered down to land on her shoulder, beating his wings in a motion that fanned her face, keeping its beady eyes on Billy.

"I've seen you around."

Firing Range

[keep_surviving]

After showering, (a comfort she would never tired of), a thought had struck her. There was something else she could practise before hitting the pool. Shifting the pointless equipment room she’d made mainly for the effect, targets began materializing infront of her. Gripping a handgun, she raised it and let loose several bullets. All of them hit one of the targets, but only one landed within the desired rings. Good thing the sensorium meant unlimited ammunition.

Provision cawed and hopped onto her foot to play with her laces while she took aim again.

Re: Firing Range

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl was not the type to make herself known when she was entering the seSensorium: she know how private she wanted to be when it came down to it, and after her beating by the Overlord, she was cautious. But of course it wasn't anything like that: it was Diana, the temptress of a waitress, taking shots.

And Hit Girl liked this.

"Gotten better," she remarked. "If you hadn't, I would have stopped the sessions. I knew you'd be stubborn enough to get it."

And don't mind her bruises and cuts: its Hit Girl, after all.

Re: Firing Range

[keep_surviving]

Diana lowered the gun and turned to face Hit Girl, flirty smirk slipping onto her face. "Thanks cutie, nice to see you."

Provisions used the time to fly over to Hit Girl and land on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek with his feathery head and gurgling in greeting. At first, the bird had been very cautious around the purple haired girl, but after figuring out it was the same girl who he'd seen regularly when Diana had to carry him around and bring him to work as a chick and fledgling, he'd become alot more affectionate.

"That's me, very stubborn. I'm glad you're the same though, otherwise if you cancelled class I wouldn't get to see you as much." It was a tease, of course, because Diana would see Mindy regularly at work and in her leisure time occasionally, but she had to admit, meeting Mindy when she was Hit Girl was rather fun, if only because the younger girl tried to separate the two identities in a way Diana only found amusing.

Re: Firing Range

[hit_girl_mindy]

At this point, the way Diana greeted her actually started to become very familiar to her. It used to drive her crazy, as not even her own girlfriend greeted her that way, but since there was obviously no way for her to stop it, she let it go.

And yes, it was an ego boost, but she didn't go into that.

The bird, she admitted, she'd grown fond of too: she had never had a pet before, and really? It would have been helpful back when she was being raised, considering all she had been through. Then again, where she was from likely they would have used that as leverage anyway. In this place, it was comforting.

"Yeah, what the hell. I missed you too, temptress," she shot back, amused. "And now I know all that teaching wasn't in vain. Good too: I don't wanna have to go and pick up your brains off the floor if some new bullshit happens on the ship."

Which was really code for her saying she'd be really sad if something happened to her.

"How you holdin' up?"

Re: Firing Range

[keep_surviving]

Diana chuckled. "I just love it when you call me that, Boss~" She got far too much enjoyment out of playing with Hit Girl.

At the concealed concern from Hit Girl, something akin to endearment flashed across Diana's features before she raised her gun to start shooting once again, knowing the bangs wouldn't bother Hit Girl in any way.

"You know me, I'm always just peachy."

Re: Firing Range

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Now that you mention it, I don't mind being called boss," Hit Girl retorted, giving the girl a grin. "I've been called worse, and by way fucking uglier people."

It was a compliment! Kind of!

"Yeah, whatever. You know I was going to be worried. After Howard and Cedric croaked, it became a big thing to make sure you don't die on me. But you don't need me talking about it. Continue."

Pool

[keep_surviving]

She’d not been swimming in ages, she’d never been fond of the idea of swimming with batfish so the whole activity had stopped shortly before FAYZ broke loose (plus, swimming for her had always included the gawking of her peers). Then when the FAYZ had happened her last encounter with water had been… Not too pleasant. Which is why she’d decided to opt out of doing it alone and instead text Jinx to drop by.

Re: Pool

[badluckbabe]

Jinx had been pleased to get Diana's text if only because it was an excuse to ignore the way the ship seemed to be falling apart around them. Part of her wanted to be more involved in the plot to overthrow their alien overlords, but that part of her was mocked and locked away by the part of her that valued her own safety above others.

So when she entered the elaborate gym that Diana constructed she whistled with approval and easily found her way to the pool.

Glancing around for Diana she smiled laying her eyes on the the oh so attractive clever girl who had...undeniably, become a fixture in her life in the months that they had known each other.

Re: Pool

[keep_surviving]

Spotting Jinx, Diana swam to the edge of the pool, resting her arms on the cool, slippy tiles and smiling that teasing smile at the other girl, dark long hair soaked, strings falling out of the messy bun she'd tied it up into. "Hey."

As usual, Pro swooped down to greet Jinx by gazing the top of her hair with his talon, making a noise that very much resembled cackling.

Re: Pool

[badluckbabe]

Jinx barely flinched at Pro's greeting having gotten used to it. Instead she smiled at Diana and peeled off her dress revealing a swimsuit underneath.

"Having fun?" The long legged girl peeled her stockings off next leaving her clothes on a nearby bench.

Re: Pool

[keep_surviving]

Diana smirked and pushed off away from the edge to start doing a backstroke across the length of the pool.

Re: Pool

[badluckbabe]

She finished undressing and conjured up a mirror to admire her swimsuit, a cute functional purple thing that accented her slender gymnast form. Not being particularly curvy she didn't fill out a two piece as stunningly as Diana did but she was still very pleasing to see.

She undid her hair ties last shaking out the soft pink locks and slid into the waters with a smooth graceful bend diving in with her fingers pointed. Very professional.

Long pale legs propelled her in the direction Diana had drifted and she took a moment to appreciate the stark crispness of the water. Being the Sensorium she could even open her eyes without fear of chemicals in her already pink eyes. It was a shimmery blue scene of dancing lights.

A few steady kicks brought her back to the surface, pink hair plastered around her head like some kind of aquatic plant.

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock had ducked into the Sensorium by accident, thinking it was empty. When he saw Diana running around the track he stopped himself from walking back out and looked at her--and then started looking at her bird. To the untrained eye, it might look like he was being some kind of creeper, watching her work out, when it was nothing of the sort.

[keep_surviving]

Diana was doing some stretches as her pet danced about in the sky, spinning and diving. Whenever he was about to perform, or had just achieved, an elaborate maneuver he crowed down to Diana for her attention.

But she rarely looked up or acknowledged his feats besides a nod or a dismissive hand wave.

That was until the young crow did a full circle around the track and spotted Sherlock. Immediately he gave a startled squawk then began giving loud, harsh warning caws which caught Diana's attention instantly.

She turned to Sherlock and cocked her eyebrow questioningly, moping her pretty face with a towel. "Can I help you with something? Or are you just here to be creepy?"

[on_your_nerves]

"Don't flatter yourself--you're boring. I was watching your bird."

He'd only been looking at her to see if its odd behavior was the result of cues of some kind from Diana.

[keep_surviving]

"How rude." Diana responded, but a smirk had broken out of her face.

"Rude!" Pro cawed repeatedly from above, diving at Sherlocks head and grazing the mans hair with his talons close enough for a haircut.

Diana began striding towards Sherlock confidently. "There, see? He's putting on a show for you."

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock ducked and looked flustered and affronted at the attempted personal attack. Glaring at Diana, he said, "If he puts on any more of a show, I'll be putting on a cooking demonstration for him. Or I suppose it would be more accurate to say with him."

[keep_surviving]

The young girl looked very amused at Sherlocks discomfort.

Diana used her hand to wave Sherlocks threat away dismissively, clearly unconcerned. "Please, if anyone's going to eat Provisions, it's me. That's what I keep him around for."

From her blunt tone, she was either very good at lying, or really meant it. Though, Diana knew herself both were true.

Despite the roasting jokes being passed around about him, Provisions landed upon Diana's shoulder, glaring at Sherlock with smart, black eyes.