Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: New Normal

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side-sim: New Normal

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: New Normal

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Rand wasn’t going to let him out of the PT exercises. The more consistently and frequently he did them the sooner he was done. She met him in the hallway, dressed for the gym, carrying her bag with her. What he did not know was if he had refused to go she had the bands already and they would have done the exercises in his quarters.

Once in the gym she set her bag in the locker room and then grabbed the bands and sat on the mat. It was only them in the gym, again. “Where do you want to start?”

Rand

Roman followed her to the gym and set his own bag in the locker room. He wasn’t planning on doing PT exercises, so he hadn’t brought his crutch. He met her at the mat and frowned at the bands. “Not with those.” He could do upper body workouts. But he didn’t want to do PT, especially since he wasn’t really in the mood to be here in the first place.

~ Roman

Rand had picked up her band and placed it around her foot, starting her own exercises. At his words she paused and looked up at him. “If you don’t get your leg better, you can’t take me dancing.” She glanced at her own band as if considering if she should consider her own exercises. And then after a pause she continued the exercises for her foot. She was hiding a slight smile from him. Rand was actually a very accomplished dancer, but it was certainly something that she didn’t practice on board. Though Randy wasn’t bad it wasn’t like she wanted to dance with her brother. But she was simply teasing Roman, trying to get him to do the exercises. She did not expect that to work. Nope, she figured she’d have to stop going to his PT appointments. Claim that she had other work to do and the appointments were dragging out for so many weeks she had to put work before them. Or even lament ‘by accident’ that he wasn’t able to run with her anymore. He was here and exercising so that was good.

Rand

Roman paused, and then grinned. “Alright, then. I’ll do my exercises if you let me take you to the ship’s Valentine’s dance.” There was a dance every year, and Roman usually only spent enough time there to be able to say he went. He never wanted to actually dance with anyone. But he wanted to dance with Rand, and he knew she’d not go unless he had a way to convince her to. He didn’t want to do his PT, heck, he didn’t even want to go to the appointments. But if he got to take her to the dance he was going to have to go to anyway… It was worth it.

~ Roman

She thought Roman was joking. He’d never make her go to one of those awful things. A huge crowd of people, having to talk to them, not to mention having to decide what to wear. (Okay so maybe Randy would totally take care of that, but she’d have to deal with his teasing first.) She’d have a massive attack and everyone would see and it would ruin her career. Rand grinned at him continuing to joke and tease. A sure sign she was comfortable around him. “I’m counting on it. Otherwise my choices are Randy or Mr. Dummy. And I love my brother but I think he’d rather go with Morgan, and Mr Dummy is just too forward.” But in a slight moment of seriousness, “There’s no one else I would want to go with.” If she did go, which she knew they weren’t.

Rand