didn't I teach you right, didn't I

[decommission]

CHARACTERS: Steve-o and you
WHERE: All around the Station
WHEN: Day 4 and forward
SUMMARY: A few general prompts for downtime, hit me up if you want something more specific!
WARNINGS: Will update if needed.



EXERCISE

[ ( a. ) Early every morning Steve can be found running laps in one of the larger halls in the training wing. Depending on what time you find him, he'll either just be starting or his face will be flushed as he walks slow circles with even breaths.

( b. ) Or you might find him pummeling a punching bag like a (less than) half trained boxer. He's got his thumb outside of his fist.

( c. ) It's later in the day that he'll retreat to a slightly more secluded section (as secluded as you can get without doors). The sharp ring of metal striking metal an be heard - ]

Heads up!

[ A disc-shaped blur hurtles across the room and over Steve's head as he ducks, striking an empty equipment rack before finally hitting the floor. With a scowl Steve jogs over to retrieve it. Both of his arms appear to be covered in a dull, silver metal, almost matching the material of the disc - or shield, as it is. ]

RECREATION

[ Bats, gloves, baseballs.

It's been what feels like a century since he'd last seen this stuff, last spoke with Lexa about getting folks together for a game. He's not really sure he's up for it at the moment, but he gravitates to the reminders of home all the same. ]

If you see any more of these, lemme know.

[ Spoken to any passerby as he indicates to the mismatched array of baseball equipment. All of it looks used, some more battered than others. There's a pair of aluminum bats and a sorry looking wooden one with a splinter down the middle, three grass-stained baseballs with their threads loose, and an array of leather gloves. One of the mitts is on fitted on his left hand, the leather dark and roughed up from use. He's never known a stiff glove, and isn't too sorry not to find one here. ]

Comments

[decommission]

[ Within the Nest it's not so paranoid to wonder if thinking of a person might've drawn them to you. He's quick to dismiss the possibility before it can grow any roots (doesn't have much room for more of those right now). Lexa gets a soft, distant half-smile, his expression clouding over a moment later, eyebrows knitting together as he frowns at the floor. ]

Hoping we'll have more time to work on that this time. Before we're shipped out again, I mean. [ He lifts his eyes again, lifting both eyebrows. ] You still wanna practice?

[ He very clearly means baseball. Concordia was rough on everyone, even the ones that were benched. He picks up a mitt from the pile and tosses it her way. He doesn't mind talking about the mission or what's to come, but he'd like to be doing something while they're at it. Keep moving. ]

[adamance]

I might as well. [Lexa draws the mitt over her left hand. It's a little too large, in part because whoever owned the mitt before was likely larger than her, but it'll do for now. No matter how much she composes herself like a woman twice as tall, she has always been thinner, more frail than she'd care to admit.]

But there's nothing saying that we can't bring this with us. Depending on what we do there, of course. You made us pancakes. [And that had been a part of bringing himself along. To her, it's one and the same, and they could use recreation that doesn't involve pointless facsimiles of fights.]

[decommission]

[ A light huff, his head tilting to one side - conceding to her point. ]

Concordia wasn't too far off from Earth. [ Which made it easier to find similarities from home, recreate what was familiar the Earthling hosts. He starts to back up, holding a baseball in his mitt. Once he's put some meters between them he gives an easy overhand throw with the ball in her direction. ]

I asked Kellix if he wanted to come with us. [ Back to the Station. He hadn't been sure at the time if it had been possible, he's still not sure now that it would be. ]

[adamance]

What was the result of that? [Lexa wonders if Kellix might count as more of an object. After all, she had been able to find most of her wardrobe and claimed books when she finally woke up.]