AWD #246: Gift to Humanity
Gift to Humanity
Summary: Airwing egos (perceived or otherwise) cause issues elsewhere onboard.
Date: 09/Sep/2013
Related Logs: The Good Doctor's Health and possibly others.
Mahasti Toby 
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 #246

Mahasti is settled on a bike machine, casually paddling away to work out her lower body. She looks like she's been going slow and steady for a while, given she's sweaty. She has very brassy music playing near her - Tauron style Opera? Apparently. There is a data pad with a book on it, allowing her to read up on something.

Toby has that faint hint of tylium on Toby, which suggests that he's done for the day so far as work is concerned and hitting the fitness centre before heading to shower. Perhaps predictably he has one of his hads pre-wrapped for a work out on the bags and is just starting on the other when his ears pick up the music that Mahasti is playing. It seems he's not one for high culture, even his own, for he screws his face up a bit at it and calling over loudly, "who did you piss off enough to be subjected to that shite Doc?"

Mahasti is settled on a bike machine, casually paddling away to work out her lower body. She looks like she's been going slow and steady for a while, given she's sweaty. She has very brassy music playing near her - Tauron style Opera? Apparently. There is a data pad with a book on it, allowing her to read up on something.

Toby looks largely unconvinced that anyone would listen to that sort of music volunterily, but doesn't contest the point. He finsihes wrapping his other hand as the noise finally ceases and is just starting a few basic warm up stretches when Mahasti asks her question. He's about to give a reasonably flippant answer when he catches the edge to her voice and peers over once more. "I've had no cause for complaint," he replies cautiously, then adds a "why?"

Mahasti clears her throat "Just asking." she slips off the bike, taking her datapad "I should return this to Sam." she moves her hand up to adjust her hair "I am tired of being forced to feel like alls I do around here is sit on my ass and eat bon bons. To be fair, I do sit on my ass and eat little cakes and things on my breaks, but, I work pretty hard. Its like I don't need the thank you, but I sure would like the courtesy of not being treated like a candy striper." she mumbles, "May I hold the bag for you?"

"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Toby replies as he continues to stretch, "this many egos crammed into a tincan this size, you're going to get morons mouthing off." It seems to be one of those immutable facts of life so far as he's concerned, or thats what his pose and tone give off anyway. "Best thing you can do is ignore them, or, if they get particularly vicious then report them to either Dr Nadir or their head of section." As for holding the bad, that he ponders for a moment. He's far more used to working without, but since Mahasti seems to want company he just nods towards one of the heavier bags, "sure, if you want."

Mahasti stands behind the bag, holding it, with surprisingly good know off. "She was getting the attitude too." she complains. She shakes her head "I'm considering enforcing surgical style scrub downs for all visitors to the sickbay." she mumbles. "No wonder I'm getting into radiology. You can sit quietly in a dark room and not frakking talk to any frakking morons."

"She's your head of section," Toby states simply as he finihes his warm up and appraches the bag, "she the one responsible for your welfare so call her on it if you feel the need." That said he throws a few test punches, not particularly hard, to test both himself, the bag and how the Doc is going to hold up behind once things really get going. "It's good that you;ve got a plan to sort some of it though," he finsihes with, meaning the radiology, not the scrubdowns.

Mahasti snorts a bit "I would be so happy if the air wing would figure out they aren't the lords' and ladies' gift to humanity." she offers "Marines? They follow the rules. They are genuinely glad to see a doctor and will sit down and be cordial. They never sass. Good men the lot. Except maybe one." Toby knows the one she's refering to. Poor Knox. " Air wing? Sass sass douche bagging sass nurse groping sass." Mahasti seems to be able to hold the bag fairly well, someone's obviously instructed her on how to do so.

Toby notes the Doc's apparent skills and starts into his normal exercise pattern, although things are still pretty gentle for now as he slowly starts to ramp up. "Air wing are like that," he offers, watching the bag as he works, "or most of 'em anyway. Strut around like they own the place. If it's just them that's the problem though you can take it to their superiours. I know when Raynor was on fine form that Words were had with Major Holtz and he saw that things were seen too. If it's viperjocks giving you shit then go talk to him. Captain Bennett for the Raptor crews."

Mahasti eyes Toby "Captain Bennett ordered me out of her sight for tearing into a viper jock. I will not be asking shit of her." she offers, voice soft. "Raynor is kind to me. Besides, I doubt anyone will give me the time of day in airwing. Except Raynor. I'm going to burn out." she offers, grunting a little at the ramp up, She's still dainty afterall. "It doesn't matter anyways, I didn't join up to make friends or have a life expirience or ultimately learn who I am or anything." she sighs " I just its too damn hard dealing with egotistical cum dumpsters all the time." she sighs out.

"Then don't expect anything to change," Toby replies bluntly, hoping to lack of sugar coating will get the message through. "If it's causing you grief you have to do something about it." It's true that his method has often been to punch whoever it was that was causing the issue, repeatedly if needs be, but he doesn't go so far as to suggest that one to Mahasti. The steady ramp up continues, but he's still not at the stage where he's givng it all, just aiming for a plateau he can work at for a while. "Do something, or grow a thicker skin. Not the greatest of choices, but thats your lot if you don't want to just sit an navel gaze."

Mahasti considers "I was considering turning in a transfer request. It seems since I'm not a good doctor according to airwing and they know better than I they could easily find one, what with their degrees in medicine and all." she releases the bag, without warning, moving to walk off in a quiet, funk, grabbing the tape out of the radio and heading off towards god knows where.

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