Ensign Morro Caras - Spot check
Morro Caras
(((OOC: himbo-gymbro Is something i’m going to have to add to my vocabulary))
((Gymnasium, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Caras had been invited to the gym by Lt. Nilsen, and he wasn’t about to say no to the new official Assistant Chief of Operations. Other than the short engineering meetings and duty, he hadn’t managed to get any time with anyone. He had spent most of his time reading up on the Sagan class and getting to know the ship's systems; he felt slightly behind since the ship was so new.
Morro was doing something he knew he needed to do, that he was dreading. It seemed that Nilsen was doing the same. Training legs. Morro’s goal today however was flexibility. Morro performed a full dancer’s side leg extension pulling his right leg up next to the side of his head. It burned, he was out of practice. He hadn’t stretched like this since the week before finals, and everything after that was a whirlwind.
Nilsen: Like does anyone actually like leg day? I know I gotta do it for rugby but I’m dead the morning after ::slight laugh:: Don’t suppose you wanna join the team? It’s nothing too serious, sometimes we’ll have a match with other ships but mostly it's a social thing.
Caras wasn’t much of a “sports” guy, but he did enjoy social gatherings and working out. Perhaps it was something he could use to be social, and test his team dynamics with others aboard the OEB.
Caras: Rug-bee? Can’t say i’ve heard of it, but If it’s anything like Parrises squares or the ancient earth sport, Jai alai, i’ll give it a try. Sports contests can be exciting.::He removed his leg from up alongside his head:: Also, can’t say anyone I know enjoys leg day, not even my friend who is an Ariolo…(beat) actually maybe he hates them more.
Caras watched the Lieutenant start a succession of powerful deep squats. He nodded at the exquisite form as he pulled his left leg up for its side extension in his stretching routine.
He looked out while feeling the burn on his pose to see a blue skinned man with another man possessing orange and blue hair. They looked like they had just completed a set, with the Blue skinned man scanning himself with a tricorder. He had seen the blue skinned man at the Award Ceremony, but he couldn’t remember his position, he was fairly certain though it was an important one. Possibly bridge crew. So many new faces and names.
Morro had just set down his leg and was now in the middle of another difficult stretch when Nilsen seemed to change gears and suddenly motioned to him.
Nilsen: Come on, I’ll introduce you to Tox.
Caras took a moment to pull out of his deep stretch and catch up with Lhandon.
Caras: Tox? Who is?...Tox..
It hit him, it was the Chief of Operations. No wonder Lhandon was on a first name basis with him, they were constantly working together. Then again, he noticed around the OEB not a lot of people were strict about bearing and addressing them as their rank. It seemed like that kind of thing was more reserved for mission time. Caras supposed he would see soon enough if that was the case.
He approached the two men, following behind Lhandon. They looked like they were about to leave, but it seemed like Lhandon did not seem to mind stopping them.
Nilsen: Tox mate it’s good to see you here. ::Turning to Henri:: Great to meet you mate, I’m Lhando, this Is Morro.
Caras: Hello! Name’s Morro, as he said.::he nodded to each of them:: Nice to meet you both.
Arlill(& whatever Henri shall call themselves): : Response.
Nilsen: Well great to meet you, buddy. I’m glad you've got Tox out here. You can’t be all work and no play right? ::laughs:: ::To Arlill:: Tox, I’m guessing you just finished?
Caras/Arlill(& whatever Henri shall call themselves): Response.
Morro looked at Arlill attempting to guess his species. Not Andoridon, hair was too dark. Bolian perhaps? But he hadn’t met any Bolians with hair. This was hard, and he was bad at it. Why did he always try to guess? He couldn’t even tell Shevon was a half-orion at the awards ceremony. Not like it mattered anyway. That was one of the great things about StarFleet, for the most part It didn’t matter what, who, or where you came from, just that you were united under a single cause. The only thing about knowing someone's genetic makeup was possibly to give you insight into their physical capabilities. Was there a species that were innately better dancers, even more so than Orions? Now he had to know.
Caras: Saw you checking yourself with the tricorder earlier, hope you’re seeing some gains. Not aware of your physiology, but if they happen that quickly, I’m pretty jealous.
Arlill(& whatever Henri shall call themselves): Response.
Caras: I see! Well hope everything is alright. But you look like you’ve got your gym buddy here, so I figure even if you’re pushing to exhaustion you’ll be alright. (beat) Nilse….err Lhando here was telling me about the Rug-Bee team. Do you all play or are you into other physical endeavors?
Arlill/Henri/Nilsen: Response
Caras:I’m here working on my stretching. Always need to remain limber, who knows if i’ll have to do the splits in a Jefferies tube to do a repair. Do either of you dance?
Arlill(& whatever Henri shall call themselves): Response.
Tags/TBC
((Pretty doable weight with Lhandon’s height and build from his wiki page))
Ensign Morro Caras
Engineering Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler
O240106MC1
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