Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Trenton Park - Parkour (open to all)

Posted by Ensign Tabris Asam (Engineering Officer) in Trenton Park - Parkour (open to all

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“Tabris, do NOT get up!” Sharah’s voice sounding out with the surety of a doctor who knows what she’s doing. Sharah moved over to the warm up area and grabbed her med kit. She jogged over and knelt down beside him pulling out the tricorder from long practice. Her hand framing his head and gently turning it to straighten the neck and spinal column, then she was scanning him with the tricorder, her first concern a possible concussion.
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Tabris blinked a few time as he sat there and said, “I think I’m alright Sharah I just tripped.” He said softly as his vision came into focus, her tricorder would indicate some bruising but no long term damage or anything worth reporting to sickbay. “You know the last time I tried to do this was 400 years ago back on earth in 1996 when my friends were doing it, I was about as graceful back then as I am today.” He chuckled as he rubbed his head softly, “I can’t say that I’m not going to feel this in the morning though!” His thoughts were that of irritation at himself and feeling like he was intruding on Sharah’s space. He hadn’t talked to her since the construction completed, and felt like he was shoving himself into her life now.

Tabris Asam, Eng

Sharah checked over the readings and put the kit away. “Well then we should start at the very beginning!” She stood up and moved back out of the hall way. “Come on.” She waited for him and then “Computer, Trainin program, level 1” The computer trilled and the hallway turned into what looked like a large hopscotch game. “You know how to do this. Let’s go.” As they completed the course the squares got further away, in a forward motion, until they were having to stretch for the jumps. Then they moved farther away from side to side. THEN the platform raised, the highest being 3 feet above the ground. It was solid with no gaps, with the squares lighting up as they stepped into them. Then they became a zig zag pattern making Sharah and Tabris jump from side to side, one foot to the next.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Tabris was unsure of himself, exceptionally so given their past interactions, and unsure of his body in the space. His jumps were awkward but he did his best to keep up as he tried to anticipate the motions he would need to make steps ahead, sometimes he was successful but for the most part it was bumps and scrapes starting to accumulate on his hands, knees, shins, and elbows. “Practice a lot? Sorry to have interrupted, you seem to be at peace here I don’t mean to ruin that for you” Tabris said referring to the grove she was in, while also thinking ‘I’m sure you’re seeking mental peace, I really don’t mean to interrupt that pursuit.’

Tabris Asam, Eng

Sharah stopped seeing his bruises and reset the hallway to ground level and the hopscotch type design. “I’ve been doing this for over a year and I’m still on the most basic of beginner levels. Computer run record for Trenton Park Stardate 239605.12.” She computer trilled and an image of Sharah and another girl appeared. The other woman as obviously bored with the simplicity of the pattern, but had endless patience. Sharah ran the same pattern dozens of times. In the end she had a twisted ankle, concussion, torn rotator cuff, and a pulled muscle in her back. “Computer cancel playback.” She turned to Tabris, “Trust me, you are doing quite well. That was after 3 months of practice, and that was a good day as far as injuries go. If you enjoy this then keep doing it. It’s hard, for me to run this, but I had a good teacher.” She sounds extremely sad speaking of her friend, “My friend, Ashlyn, wrote this program herself and she taught a class on board. I’m not nearly qualified to teach, but I welcome the company. You didn’t interrupt, you are welcome. It’s more fun when you have someone to run with.”
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

Tabris rubbed his knee as Sharah started the playback of a previous session with someone he didn’t recognize. He watched as the virtual Sharah ran the course with the unknown woman with stumbles, falls, tumbles and impacts but she kept going. “Thank you, I’m glad to hear I’m doing alright, you seem to have indeed had a wonderful teacher.” He picked up on her sadness, he wasn’t sure if this was his empathic abilities or if it was just him being compassionate. “This Ashlyn sounds like she was someone very special to you. Can you tell me about her?” Tabris says as he nodded towards the lieutenant to start the next run. He said, carefully this time, “Would you prefer if I spoke or thought while we run this?”

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Sharah grins, “Ashlyn is…one of a kind. She loves this stuff. The crazier the better. She set mechanical spiders, with cannon turrets on them, on us once and we had to run the course. Don’t worry I won’t do that. That was horrible and one of the officers that had come had brought her son, and it totally freaked him out.” Sharah shakes her head. “Ashyln likes extremes.” She moves towards a bench and grabs two bottles of water. She always took extra just in case, just like she always brought her med kit just in case.

Tabris looked at Sharah and could feel the relief wash over him as he heard that he wasn’t going to be taking on spiders with cannons… “I can safely say that would freak me out” Tabris chuckled as he listened and watched as Sharah grabbed something. He smiled, “Always prepared for when I injure myself or when you’re thirsty hmm?”

She sits down passes a bottle to Tabris and then twists the cap off of hers taking a deep drink. “This requires all of my concentration so I don’t get hurt. I can’t really talk and run one way or another.” She looks around the program. “I really didn’t mean to answer your thoughts Tabris. I…I am a very unique type of telepath, I guess. See for Betazoids our telepathy doesn’t develop until we are 12 or 13 at the earliest. But I was born with mine on. It happens some times, and it’s not gradual. It’s turned on and beyond full strength of anyone else. I could bore you for hours with the specifics and medical evaluations. But basically I can’t turn it off. I can choose to ignore things, but I still hear it. All the time. It never shuts off. I can ‘hear’ and ‘feel’ the entirety of everyone on this ship. Their conscious and subconscious thoughts. I have no way to really describe it.” She sighs and takes a sip of her water. “It’s easy to be overwhelmed by it all and then I make mistakes, like answering your thoughts when I shouldn’t have.” She waves around the course. “When I first met Ashlyn I made a similar mistake. She forgave me too. Her mind is very different, and we both struggle a lot. My empathy makes it easy for me to accept everyone as they are and have no expectations of them. Ashlyn…was never bothered by my quirkiness. She made me start doing parkour with her to help me try and control the noise.”

After grabbing the bottle he twisted the cap off himself and took a long swig of the clear refreshing fluid. It cascaded down his throat as he continued to listen. A young child, tormented by the thoughts of everyone around her from the moment she came into the universe. He opened his mouth slowly, almost too slowly as he tried to formulate his words in his head before he said them doubting that she didn’t already know what he was going to say. “Sharah, I asked you what you preferred because I truly don’t mind and I want to make it as easy as I can when I’m around. Perhaps I can be that one voice in the sea that you don’t have to worry about. You keep telling me that you didn’t mean to or that you made a mistake, but lets be honest. You have a gift. It’s something that you see as a burden and I don’t doubt that, but it’s a natural ability that you posses and it says quite a lot about your character that you don’t use it for personal gain or for nefarious purposes.” He paused to collect his thoughts a little, “I said that I was comfortable with you reading my thoughts and I meant it. It doesn’t mean you have to, just know that I’m one person you don’t have to worry about.”

“When I boarded Challenger I was sick, and we didn’t know it for a couple of weeks. Ashlyn’s idea for parkour didn’t work because of that. It still doesn’t, but normally…well I wasn’t myself but no one knew that because I didn’t know anyone on board. Eventually we finished our cadet tour and Ashlyn and I were both stationed to the same ship until I transferred here. I haven’t heard from her in weeks though. She made some mistakes. It’s not my fault, it was hers. She knows that and so do I. But the counselor on board feels like it’s my fault. That I influenced her in some way and she’s not allowed to write me anymore.” The sadness and guilt she feels is clear and deep. “Ashlyn is my friend.” The way she says it indicates that the better term would be ‘best friend’ but something about the way she says it, or maybe Tabris is picking up on her emotions, that Ashlyn is the only friend she’s really had.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

Tabris was confused by his empathic feelings, he hadn’t ever felt another person clearly before but this was new and he thought to use that to help, maybe. “I can feel that Ashlyn was close to you and you to her, and do you know how I know that? Because I’m empathic right? Even if I’m really bad at it I get those flashes of emotion. Usually I think I’m making it up but I know at least for this moment that I’m sure what I’m feeling is your emotional state. Is it wrong that I’m feeling that? Or is it just something that I can do? That’s how I see you with your abilities.” He said as he swallowed.

“I don’t know the exact circumstances of what happened but, at least to me, I think that counselor has done both of you a great disservice. I hope that you can reconnect with her, because it sounds to me like you were good for each other and that isn’t something that is ‘wrong’ or ‘problematic’. Life is a continuum, a wave of experiences good and bad that we use to grow as individuals.”

Tabris Asam, Eng