AWD #494: Does Your Mum Know Where You Are?
Does Your Mum Know Where You Are?
Summary: Pickup Pyramid in the Gym, deckie and pilot meet.
Date: 28/10/2016
Related Logs: None
Toby Brandon 
Fitness Center - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Smelling of sweat and grease, the Fitness Center is a place where individuals can come to work out or just work off stress. The area closest to the entrance is taken up by two very large sparring pads with a pathway down the center, each pad removable to reveal a Pyramid court beneath. The walls beside the pads hold lockers for everything from pugilist sticks to boxing gloves to rubber guns, though deadly weapons are strictly prohibited in here except by authorized personnel such as on-duty Military Police. Standing goalposts for Pyramid are also kept against the wall. Past the pads are a vast number of nautilus machines as well as free weights to lift. At the back of the room are workout bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and stairclimbers. There is an entrance to the pool at the rear as well as a locker room to the side.
AWD #494

It's about an hour before dinner and there seems to be a group of off duty personnel enjoying a pick-up game of pyramid. For now it looks like officers vs enlisted, although not all the strict given there's a marine sergeant making up the numbers. One of the players on the enlisted side is Toby, although by the amount of sweat on his off-duties he's been playing for a while now, and not as a graceful or quick scorer either, he's been taking up the more bruising roles, but seems to be enjoying himself.

Brandon has a gap in his schedule of sorts: He's done with his training for the day and it isn't dinner-time, so he makes his way to the gym to get in some to-be-determined exercise. It takes him a moment to figure out where to go when he gets there…he hadn't really sorted out /what/ he wanted to do beyond just exercise…but he soon settles on the not-quite-balanced Pyramid game and jogs over, taking up a position on the sidelines.

Toby takes a knock from a slightly enthusiastic lieutenant from services and tags out with another deckie to get his breath back. A quick trip to the water cooler sees a first cup poured over his head and down his neck before he refills it and heads back to watch. Ending up stood next to Brandon he eyes the unknown lad a moment, then asks, in accented standard "does your mum know where you are?"

Brandon rolls his eyes at the jest…it's not the first time he's gotten an age-related joke cracked over his head and he's sure it won't be the last. "Well, it ain't curfew yet so I don't think she's gonna call the cops on me…" he offers by way of a response with an obviously forced smile, letting a modest Piconese accent through.

Toby's accent is entirely Tauran, there really is no mistaking it. "Ah," he replies with a single slow nod, "well, no doubt she'll have some warm milk ready for when it does get to bed time." He doesn't push the point beyond that though, what with it already being a tad on the thin side. "You not playing?" he then asks, more conversationally, "it's a fairly civilised match so far, you can tell, no one's been admitted to medical." Yet.

"I only wish…" Brandon mutters and smirks back. "Only 'cause I just got here." He offers in response to the question about playing, with a shrug. "I'm game to join as long as nobody's /planning/ on putting me off-duty for a week." If it happens? He'll be pissed to frak and back but it also happens.

Toby shakes his head slowly, "If it were that sort of game kid there'd be blood on the mats, even if all the bleeders had been taken away. Just throw yourself in next time someone tags out if you want a go, we don't tend to stand on ceremony." Taking a sip of his drink he watches a particularly bad play by the officers and winces slightly, "it's gold vs green by the way, mostly. While I wouldn't wish a commission on my worst enemies, they might need your help if you're so afflicted, or inclined."

"…yeah, about that…" Brandon smiles a bit awkwardly. "I think I'm already afflicted with that since I'm already through flight training. Ensign Brandon Mathews." He offers a hand to Toby. "Didn't catch your name?"

Toby sucks in a bit of air over his teeth and shakes his head slowly, there's even an over the top wince thrown in for good measure. "Sorry to hear that," he replies, the follows it immediately after with "raptor or viper?" There's a hint in his tone that suggests he might just judge a little based on the reply, but he tries no keep it out. "Well, Ensign Mathews, I'm Crewman Shackleton. If you ever need to eject, use your parachute, put out an onboard fire, or breath through the ships scrubbers, I'm the guy you have to hope has done their job right."

"Raptor." Brandon smiles, perhaps a hair more proudly than one might expect from someone /other/ than a Viper pilot. "So I'll…hopefully soon…be one of the guys you call if you get stuck in front of an aggressive toaster or two you /didn't/ invite over for dinner. Nice to meet you."

Toby gives an appraising nod at the answer given, it seems Brandon passes that particular silent test. "You'll know Squire then I take it?" he asks, "she's a good flyer, stick with her and you'll do fine." As for the rest, there's a wry grin a d he shakes his head, "if I'm running into toasters then shits really hit the fan, I work in the hanger bays, we really don't get out to play much."

Brandon nods. "Sure do. She…sort-of outsourced me to Elena but we've gotten along fine." Brandon also chuckles at the point about the hangar bays. "Sorry…as nice as it is? I'm still not used to having a 'safe' backfield to work with." A lack of that was the definition of the war on Picon.

Toby doesn't know Elena as well, so merely nods once at the mention of her, he does repeat though, "stick with Squire, she'll see you right." Finishing his drink and folding his arms across his chest he considers what to sat next for a moment, then shrugs, "you know, if it'd make you feel more at home Ensign, I'm sure we could make it less safe for you on deck?" It's said absolutely deadpan as he watches the next play end in no score, "wouldn't be any trouble."

"I'm sure it wouldn't…" Brandon stops himself from rolling his eyes at the offer. "…but I don't want to be the only one having all the fun." If they're going to play rough, then everyone else gets to have a rough game as well.

"Happy to help," Toby replies with a smile that might almost flash into a smirk for a moment, but then there's an opening on the enlisted team and he's beckoned back in. "Sorry kid," he notes quickly before diving back in, "duty calls."

Brandon nods and waves Toby off as the latter re-joins the game. "Good luck!" he offers, stepping back…and perhaps waiting a chance to join in as well, should that come.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License