let's get physical | the sensoriums [OPEN]
His head was still kind of spinning from the onslaught of information he had received in the past couple days, and Tycho needed something to distract himself. He also figured it was never too early to set a good example for his pilots. The sensoriums had formed what would be recognizable to most inhabitants of the ship as a pretty standard gym. Even in a universe with hyperdrives and laser guns, weights were still things you lifted, and running was still running.
Tycho was in front of a punching bag, hands wrapped up in sensorium-generated tape, as he punched the crap out of his target. He let the physical exertion wash over him, letting his focus narrow down to just the action of hitting the bag. Sweat ran down his skin, soaking through his gray t-shirt as he moved back and forth on light feet, fists flying quickly.
The door was open- anyone walking by was welcome to come in and join him.
Tycho was in front of a punching bag, hands wrapped up in sensorium-generated tape, as he punched the crap out of his target. He let the physical exertion wash over him, letting his focus narrow down to just the action of hitting the bag. Sweat ran down his skin, soaking through his gray t-shirt as he moved back and forth on light feet, fists flying quickly.
The door was open- anyone walking by was welcome to come in and join him.