Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) in Post Sim: Getting some exercise

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Brigette Marshall (Chief Engineer (CE)) in Post Sim: Getting some exercise

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) in Post Sim: Getting some exercise
Mwezi had a consistent schedule. Most of the time. He made sure his team was well rested when they had to be, had the same shifts each week (consistency was good for healthiness), and were well trained. But now he had five new crewmembers to integrate into the rotation and that was a definite pain. They had some bad habits, especially Petty Officer Farlie. That idiot had nearly broken a limb twice, and actually done it once and had to go to Sickbay for that stupid ladder sliding stunt. Mwezi had chewed out Farlie, and he knew Kane had as well, so hopefully the man would have learned his lesson but no. He did it again. Luckily he hadn’t actually broken anything the second and third times, but it was only a matter of time before his idiocy injured him again.

It was things like these that made Mwezi glad for the gym facilities. He generally took for himself the late night shifts, the zombie hours as NE Perry had been so eloquent as to name them. So his Gym visit was usually very early in the ‘morning.’ Not that there really was a real day-night cycle on a starship, but it was good to pretend. He liked to change it up a little, and named the shifts after different continents on Earth. There was the North-America shift, 600-1200. The Europe shift, 1200-1800. The Asia shift, 1800-000. And finally the Australian shift, 000-600. So, here he was at 600 hours, doing his stretches and warming up. He didn’t wear much. He’d put on shorts, but his chest was bare. Well, bare as a body covered in fur could be.

The room itself was set to a chilly 10 degrees Celsius, but that obviously didn’t bother him. It was nice, being chilly again instead of the near-constant heat of the starship, and only in his private quarters and during his exercise in the gym did he get to enjoy that. He finished up his stretches and stepped over to the punching bags, wrapping some strips of cloth around his fists, then going to town on the hanging sand-bag.

• Mwezi

Normally she worked out during third shift. But she had been so preoccupied with the glove tests, she had fallen asleep at her padd before working out. So here she was, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to get her work out in before shift. Ok, so maybe not so bright eyed or awake, but she was there.

She palmed open the door and the first thing to hit her was the blast of cold air. With her quarters usually around 70 degrees Fahrenheit, the 50 degree chill of the gym woke her up the rest of the way.

She stepped in and had just moved to the corner to warm up when she saw him. “Oh, Sorry, sir… would you prefer privacy? I can come back after shift.” She nodded to the door, already taking a step in that direction. In her mind, she now understood the reason for the cold.

Lt JG Brigette Marshall
Chief Engineer

Mwezi punched the bag once more, then stopped and looked at Birdie with a slight tilt of his head. He then shrugged and muttered something unintelligibly. He then seemed to sigh, then spoke again. More clearly than before, but still with a heavy accent. “You can… ah, stay. You are engineer chief, yes? Uh… sorry for the, ah… cold.” He made his way over to the bench, grabbing a small, square object with a wristband and sliding it onto his wrist.

After fiddling with the device for a few moments, he sat down on the bench and spoke in perfect, unaccented Federation Standard, “Computer, increase the temperature to 15 degrees.” She might notice that his mouth movements didn’t quite match up with the spoken words. “Sorry. Come on in. I think this temperature will be a little more comfortable for you. I do not think we have formally met, although I have seen you around a bit since your arrival. Welcome to the Chernov,” he said, giving Birdie a small nod.

• Mwezi

“Thank you,” she said, and moved back to the mat. Sitting down and spreading her feet as far as she could, she leaned over her right leg to stretch. “You didn’t have to change the temp. I don’t want to blast you from your own workout. But thank you for the thought.”

She leaned over the other way, her mass of unruly hair pulled back in a sloppy knot on her head. She was wearing her usual light makeup. It was hard to tell from the standpoint of most, but it covered her freckles. She had never outgrown them and tended to keep them covered and away from ridiculing eyes. Her sweat pants and tshirt were loose and comfortable, unlike most women on the ship who preferred tight leggings and tank tops or middrift tops. “Yes, I’m the new Engineering Chief. Thanks for the welcome. And you are right, I’ve been remiss.” She sat up and smiled. “I’m Brigette… Brigette Marshall. But you can call me Bridie,” she laughed. “Most do.” She nodded to him with a genuine smile. “You are Mwezi, right?” Her accent slightly mispronounced his name but she didn’t realize it and hadn’t done it on purpose.

Bridie
CE