ataraxionlogs | FIGHT CLUB

CHARACTERS: ALL
LOCATION: Holodeck 3
WARNINGS: violence language etc etc
SUMMARY: basically a mingling log where you can also punch each other
NOTES: this is open (ICLY) for the week, backtagging encouraged, everyone get your butts in here

Anyone arriving will find the holodeck almost as it comes: a wide open space with very few decorations. In the middle of the room are a set of mats as one might expect to find in any wrestling or martial arts training room. There are benches, like bleachers, pushed up against the wall for people to take a seat, and towels folded along tables next to these bleachers. A water cooler has been moved from one of the common rooms into the corner for relief.

The only rules remain no hitting in the face, no excessive use of superhuman ability unless previously agreed upon, no weapons and no incapacitation of your opponent (as in, try not to break each other's limbs, we might need you to run somewhere in the next month) which Kirk details once enough people have arrived to get things going.

After that, it's essentially a free for all.

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Forget that Cibo is almost over six-one, a little pasty-lanky for her height, and at times only built for endurance rather than strength... Because she's standing just at the edge of one of the mats like she doesn't even belong there.

While most of the men are probably removing their shirts as a formality, Cibo decides against discarding her black plugsuit as it only gave her minor protection from blunt force. Annnnnd maybe she was slightly concerned that the men would be discouraged from fighting her when she was down to her underwear? Because underwear apparently offends people in public? She still doesn't get that.

However, she does remove the items she's brought with her; Her electrical prod, computer cables, and communicator. Those she puts on one of the benches along with one of the towels before making her way back to the mats where she waits patiently for someone to approach. Or for someone else to arrive that she can then approach them instead. (She came prepared to wreck your faces— She's not even stretching or anything.)

This is Firo's first time ever hearing of such a club on board the Tranquility. It seems like a genius idea to him, so he races to the holodeck with an extra spring in his step and without stopping to ask any questions. Despite being something of a shrimp, he's always been a pretty good fighter and he'd hate to get rusty while stranded in space.

When he makes it there, he spends a few moments looking around the room, trying to size up the others and get a feel for how this whole thing is supposed to work. It looks like it all should be simple enough, so he strolls over to Cibo, the first person he spots, and waves. "Hey. Is this the club where we hit people?"

As Cibo's attention is brought out of space and toward Firo's voice she immediately begins to evaluate the man's stature. It wasn't in her nature to judge the capabilities of even younger looking humans. So she's just smiling in response to his approach.

"Yeah. I think so at least. No one has really gotten around to that yet."

Freaking early birds, these two.

He smiles back, thankful that she didn't immediately tell him to get lost. Looking a few years younger than he really is gets him enough of that at home, thank you very much.

"Glad I'm in the right place. So, then, would you be up for a fight?" No point in beating around the bush, since it seems they're there for the same reason.

Despite the fact that AM generally worked out at the gym on most days, keeping this human form fit, his experience in actual combat was relatively small. What a shame, too - he held little power in this form if he couldn't actually fight. Even if most humans couldn't be bothered to learn the techniques, there were those that still knew. And he had to learn how to best them in a fight.

Still, it would be humiliating if he were to ever lose a fight. Just another reminder of his diminished status as a human, the species he hated so vehemently.

So when he saw Cibo at this little gathering, he wasn't sure what to think. She was a survivor in that City of hers; did she often fight there? AM didn't know for sure. He didn't know exactly how strong she was, but he was once able to defeat her in somewhat of a fight, which ultimately resulted in his "rewiring" of her. Still, it was possible that she could easily defeat him in a fight. But would she even try? How loyal was she to AM? Loyal enough that she wouldn't think of fighting the one who allegedly saved her and took care of her? Or loyal enough that she would give him a fair fight?

"Cibo, I didn't expect to see you here," came his greeting. ~~He was disappointed that she wasn't in her underwear.~~

FIGHT CLUB

cibo in da hizzle | ota!

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