LtCmdr Salkath - Stretch It Out

[Salkath]

((Fitness Center, Deck 4 - USS Artemis))

Salkath unconsciously tugged at the seams of his sweatshirt, trying to ease the discomfort under his arms that it presented. He had asked the replicator to provide him with attire appropriate for a social exercise event, and this ::taking in the entirety of his outfit mentally:: was what it somehow found most suited. He was determined to have a stern conversation with the machine, employing a sonic spanner if necessary.

This was a section of Deck 4 that the Vulcan hadn't yet explored, and it contained a few entertainment and exercise facilities for crew use. This was precisely the reason he hadn't wandered this way yet. Still, at the urging  oO berating Oo  of his elder sister, Salkath had sought out other Vulcans on the ship, and discovered that Ensign T'Nil was leading a class in kheile'a. This fluid, graceful martial art was, upon comparative review, similar to Earth's tai chi chuan, or Andoria's vershaan. It was relaxing, meditative, and healthful; all qualities that Salkath was seeking. If there were social benefits to be found as well, then that would be agreeable.

The fitness center was large enough to comfortably accommodate much more than the dozen or so assorted crew that had assembled for the event. This activity did not require a large amount of personal space to conduct the exercises, so there would be a comfortable distance for even the most discerning of sensibilities. At the front of the room was T'Nil, sporting a garishly neon exercise outfit and stretching. Salkath approached to make introductions, and noted he wasn't the only one curious about their outfit.

Salkath: Greetings, Ensign T'Nil. I am Lieutenant Commander Salkath, reporting for kheile'a training.

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T'Nil: At ease, everybody. This is recreational, not mandated. There is no need for excessive formality.

Salkath was certain that T'Nil's pointed gaze was at him, but he merely stood at parade rest and regarded them mildly.

Salkath: I am no expert at this form of Vulcan exercise, but I do know with certainty *that* is not traditional Vulcan garb. ::regarding T'Nil's outfit with a merest trace of distaste::

T'Nil: The computer suggested this as an 'aerobics' outfit. It is serviceable.

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Salkath: At least I know I was not the only one that the replicator was acting irrationally for...

The Vulcan engineer's lone concession for traditional garb was a robe he wore for meditative exercises in his own quarters. He was hardly a purist, but even he wouldn't consider wearing such an exercise outfit, even if it was relatively common in Starfleet.

T'Nil: ::speaking up to project to the whole room:: Alright, all. Please form a grid, giving yourself space from those around you and face forward. We will start shortly.

Salkath nodded curtly to their host and turned to find a spot to stake as his own. He walked back among the individuals they had been conversing with.

Salkath: Thank you for attending. It is beneficial for T'Nil to see their efforts appreciated.

Unspoken was how it also gave Salkath confidence that he wouldn't need to hide as much of his 'Vulcan-ness' aboard the Artemis with support such as this on the ship for Vulcan activities.

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((OOC: Open to any and all, as I said in the previous post. Just having some fun! ~Jay))

TAGS/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander Salkath

Engineer, USS Artemis-A

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