Gymnasium

[il_logic]

Who: Spock, Charlene, and anyone else who just feels like it
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)

Comments

[charl_in_charge]

Charlene didn't try to kill her crewmen, really, it was just an unfortunate side effect of them generally acting like idiots who had never seen a deuterium injector before. She knew that they had mostly had the same education as she had, and therefore had to know exactly what a deuterium injector was, and how it worked. Therefore, when forced to explain again, she felt the need to accompany that knowledge with some sort of blunt force. To make sure it stayed. God, hopefully they weren't all going to sickbay and complaining. Only Crewman Ra'el had been actively bleeding, and Charlene hadn't really meant to burn him with that soldering iron. That had been a mistake. Completely

[il_logic]

Charlene wasn't the only one feeling the awkwardness, though maybe Spock was dealing a little better with it. People had already treated him with a mix of wariness and confusion. Sometimes he felt like they were all making an effort, and he tried back, for the most part. He was not, however, going to start moping around in the corridors feeling sorry for himself because of the mistakes he had made

[charl_in_charge]

Charlene bit her cheek lightly, feeling like she'd said the wrong thing. But she wasn't going to harp on it and let it roll off her back. She was determined to get the hang of talking to him, or get him used to how she talked, even if she had to offend every one of his sensibilities. It would probably be immensely entertaining. As long as she was able to put a lid on it if she ever truly upset him. Hopefully she'd be perceptive enough to see that line. Damn she was going to get herself in trouble

[il_logic]

Contrary to what she might have thought, Spock didn't mind the way she spoke. Perhaps some of the things she said, but not the way she spoke. He was not the type to let someone go too far if they said something that was truly offensive or out of place. And that was probably going to get him in trouble at some.

"It is recommended that everyone maintain a regular routine of aerobic exercise. There are programs that can assist you in creating and managing one that would suit your physical requirements." he offered, looking towards the ever present terminals lining one wall of the gymnasium.

The mention of starting fights and hitting things made him think that things were not exactly in top form for her, and he knew it was partially his fault for allowing himself to become involved. "I have just finished my warm up. If you are eager to punch something, might I suggest some form of martial art? Or maybe boxing?" he offered, gesturing towards an area where sparring mats were stored.

[charl_in_charge]

"I guess running around Engineering and brandishing a wrench all day doesn't count, does it?" Charlene replied, wishing she didn't feel slightly chastened. But she continued smiling anyway. Of course this was all going to feel awkward. Being out of Engineering, she was already out of her comfort zone, and talking about anything except engines left her scrambling for the right words and grasping desperately for something relevant to say. He was probably feeling just as awkward, anyway. She hoped.

"Are you offering to let me beat up on you?" Charlene asked, eyes getting brighter with amusement. "You could probably take me down with your pinkie," she continued, wiggling her pinkie at him, laughing. "But you're on anyway." She, rather ridiculously in retrospect, winked at him and jogged off to claim a sparring mat.