Gym, Day 44 (evening) [Open to any and all]

[owns_the_chair]

Jim walked into the gym a few hours after dinner, wanting to burn off some energy and make sure he was fir for the upcoming mission

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[into_the_skies]

It was with a distinct bounce in his step that Adrian sauntered out of the changing rooms, shirtless with a towel slung over his shoulders. He'd not had much to do since he transferred, so he'd been spending a lot of time in the gym. It wouldn't do to get out of shape. Plus he had a lot of excess energy to burn.

He grinned at the younger man laying into the punching bag as he passed. "Chill out, bro," Adrian said; "What did the bag ever do to you?" He had, after all, only just transferred to the ship. He was still at the stage where he was identifying superior officers by their insignia. Which of course no-one wore in the gym.

[owns_the_chair]

Jim paused his relentless thrashing of the sandbag and greeted the Lieutenant with a nod and a wry smile. "It was spreading rumors about my mom. Couldn't let it get away with it," he winked and held out his hand to shake.

"You're Phillips, right? Don't think we've been introduced yet. How's the Enterprise treating you so far?"

[into_the_skies]

"Good on you, man," Adrian said, laughing. "You teach it a lesson." He reached out and shook the offered hand. "Yeah, that's me. Call me Adrian." He bounced on his heels a little. "Not had much to do so far, but I'm looking forward to the next mission." Mental click. "Oh, and you are?"

[owns_the_chair]

"Adrian," Jim nodded and gave his hand a firm shake. "I'm Jim Kirk. Welcome on board my girl," he smiled, something akin to conjugal pride in his voice when he mentioned the Enterprise. "And yeah, I think we're all anticipating the mission."

[lynn_creed]

"You're dropping your shoulder too early," Creed commented from behind him. She'd been stretching over on the other side of the gym to warm up, and had been headed to work over one of the neighbouring punching bags when he caught her eye.

[owns_the_chair]

He looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Always the instructor, Creed. I think you're forgetting about those times I kicked your ass back at the Academy."

[lynn_creed]

"I'll never cease to be fascinated by this fantasy life you seem to think you lead, Kirk," Creed replied dryly. In truth she rather liked him, even if she wouldn't have admitted it even under torture.

[owns_the_chair]

"But it's such a nice fantasy... You wouldn't want to ruin it, would you?" he almost pulled off a pout, or would have if he wasn't smirking so much.

[vulcan_mind]

Though he usually attempted to use the gymnasium when it was not too full, Spock found himself wandering in at any rate. Spotting a few people, he was not too put off to leave. That was until he saw the Captain utilizing a treadmill. He froze in place, contemplating retreat.

That thought dissipated almost as quickly as it had formed - he did not retreat from a situation merely because of vague social tension. Walking up to a treadmill, leaving one between himself and his superior, Spock merely nodded in Jim's direction. "Good evening, Captain," was all he said before turning on his machine and starting a leisurely pace.

[owns_the_chair]

"Spock," he greeted, slightly out of breath from his running. He was gradually decreasing his pace, winding down after his earlier two sessions with Creed and Phillips, but he was still running faster than Spock. Something that suited him just fine.

"You were late this morning," he stated bluntly, deriving a certain selfish satisfaction in being able to point out this small imperfection in the usually rigidly punctual Vulcan. He was trying to keep personal issues off the bridge, but they weren't on the bridge now were they?

[vulcan_mind]

He was just getting started - he gradually increased his pace, slowly but surely to ensure that he did not do any harm to himself. Within a couple of minutes he was running pretty hard, the only indication of the strain was the green color tinging his cheeks.

At the comment about his punctuality, or lack thereof this morning, Spock ducked his head slightly. He did not say anything at first, unsure of what the Captain wanted to say to him about it. If he wanted to reprimand him, this was neither the time nor the place to do so - but he knew better than to expect Jim to do anything by the books. "I am aware of that fact," he eventually said.

[owns_the_chair]

When Spock's pace gradually came closer to his, Jim upped his own a little. It probably wasn't good or healthy, but that was beside the point. He needed to keep up with Spock, needed to show himself as, at the very least, an equal.

"So what was it? Trouble getting out of bed?" Jim didn't even bother to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. It wasn't that he was jealous of Spock, not really, and certainly not in the traditional way. He was angry. Angry at Bones and angry at Spock, even if it hardly made sense in his own head.