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]

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.