log 002, accidental video

[thestarspangledman]

[Well hello there, Barge. Have you ever wanted to watch a super-soldier beat the hell out of a punching bag? Because that's where Steve is, in the gym, intent and focused and scowling at the bag like it's his worst enemy. He takes a slight break to grab a quick drink of water, and then he's back to hitting at the bag. He's clearly been at it for some time, the bag is looking ...somewhat the worse for wear, to say the least, though at least he hasn't knocked it completely off its chain yet.]

[After another pause for water, he finally looks over and sees the comm, then picks it up with a slightly surprised blink.]

Oh, uh. Sorry. I didn't exactly mean to show this.

[A pause.] But if anyone wants to spar, or needs me for anything -- you all know where to find me now, I guess.

Comments

Whichever! I am not picky.

[thestarspangledman]

[That smile's not going anywhere.]

I don't know, I have a lot of energy.

Re: Whichever! I am not picky.

[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne's smile is a horrific thing even when he's not malicious. Now, though, the scarred and skullish expression promises modified squat-thrusts and cruel press up variations.]

Well, His Excellency's a type-6 hominid. If you can handle his workout I'll be impressed-- and have to get a bit more creative.

OOC

[umgekehrt]

(since I forgot to note, what say assume that exhausting drill-sergeant bastardry happened? In a friendly, helpful kind of way.)

Yep that works for me!

[thestarspangledman]

[Steve will presumably take said exhausting drill-sergeant bastardry with good grace. It sort of reminds him of boot camp, and he is grateful for the familiarity of it all amidst this ..crazy space ship that he's still trying to get used to.]

Re: Yep that works for me!

[umgekehrt]

[Injections of military routine keep Stildyne on keel during stress and weirdness. He understands.]

[thestarspangledman]

[Aw yeah, military sort of bros!]