Getting to know you

[pushesgently]

Who: Any/all strike team members
What: Training/mingling/SNACKS
When: Day 473-474
Where: The Citadel

[From the outside, the small medieval-style fortress appears unoccupied, but on the inside, the first meeting of Asgard's strike team. For the next two days, members are invited to get to know one another, share what they can do, train, or...you know, team build.

For those who wish experiment with working together, equipment has been set up to form an obstacle course of sorts that takes up half the gym area. (Those who have trained with the Assassins on their capture-the-flag courses may feel the similarities.) Plenty of seating is available for those who just want to mingle or talk strategy.

There are also snacks. Eat them.]

Comments

[comeonthensexy]

I’m hardly ever alone.

Relax, Altaïr.

[ Altaïr’s honestly on his list of people to not touch just like that, but he’s actually getting a light clap on the shoulder now. ]

I know how to work with a team.

[ Mostly. When he doesn’t decide to run off on his own. That’s pretty likely to happen, but shhh. ]

But if this is you trying to tell me I should run the course, I guess I can give it a go.

[pushesgently]

[That he doesn't doubt, but there's working with a team—and then there's doing so in the most effective way possible.

He nods, looking slightly more mollified (and ignores the shoulder clap).]

It is your decision in the end. But I would advise you at least try.

[comeonthensexy]

All right. Fine, then.

[ He rolls his shoulders, and marches towards the course, cracking his neck as he does. ]

[pushesgently]

[Oh, he's got to see this. Altaïr follows along, giving the Doctor what space he needs but making sure to get a good vantage point.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ He stops at the start of the course and turns to it, and it's looking ... quite different close up, and from this angle. He raises an eyebrow at it, looks himself over and decides to shrug off his coat. Once he's tossed that aside, he rubs his hands together, moves a foot back and weighs back and forth for a few seconds ...

And then he takes off. ]

[pushesgently]

[Altaïr folds his hands behind his back and watches, already certain somehow that he won't have to rush to help the Doctor. In any case, as far as he's concerned, what's important isn't how well he does on his first try—what is important is that he tries.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ It goes ... pretty well. Most of the Doctor's running is done on much more flat ground, or uneven ground but hardly obstacle courses. Still, during his lifetime he's climbed up and down many things, jumped up and over and into and slid under and ... you name it, he's probably done it.

It isn't graceful or practiced, as such. Obstacle courses aren't really his thing. But he gets through, and relatively quickly too.

Just running and hoping for the best. That's what he does.

As soon as he's finished, he skids to a halt and braces himself against his knees as he catches his breath. ]

[pushesgently]

Well done, Doctor. What did you think?

[comeonthensexy]

Sophie said it would be fun.

[ He straightens up, and whips his bangs out of his face. And grins. ]

Guess she was right.

[pushesgently]

Not all kinds of training are only something to be endured.

[If no one enjoyed any part of it, fewer people would bother to develop these skills.]

[comeonthensexy]

Wasn't really the training bit I was thinking of. I don't mind training. Well, as long as it's not a gym.

[ He makes a face. ]

Those seem terrible.

[pushesgently]

[???]

What is a gym?

[comeonthensexy]

[ Pffft. He has to chuckle. ]

Oh, it's a building or hall or room where you work out. Usually has a lot of machines, some might have mirrors and space for dancing and other sort of exercises you do with just your body. There's almost always a sound system for music too. For the working out spirit.

[ Flexes right arm. ]

[pushesgently]

[He raises an eyebrow but nods and makes no comment on the Doctor's muscle tone one way or the other.]

The future continues to reveal its most confounding aspects.

[comeonthensexy]

[ He has fine muscle, thanks. ]

As humans got less and less time on their hands and more and more comfy and started spending their days sitting rather than doing physical labour, they decided they needed to make a business out of moving.

[pushesgently]

Strange. [He shakes his head.] But something I am unlikely to ever see.

[comeonthensexy]

No, probably not in your lifetime ... Or, well, I shouldn't just assume. When exactly are you from, again?

[pushesgently]

Late in the 12th century by the calendar of my world—soon after the Kings' Crusade. I've read that many others came later.

[comeonthensexy]

No, there's not going to be something by that name in your lifetime, exactly.

[ Kings' Crusade, huh ... He'll just file that information away, his eyes narrowing very briefly in thought before they widen in a smile again. He slips his hands in his pockets, wagging back and fourth on heels and toes. ]

[pushesgently]

[Hey, he wasn't a Crusader or one of Saladin's men, he had nothing to do with it lalalala.]

Had enough training for today?

[comeonthensexy]

[ Of course not. ]

Yes, I think so. Quite.

[pushesgently]

Then perhaps I'll see you tomorrow, Doctor.

[comeonthensexy]

Yeah ... Perhaps.