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Finally she was done with her rather long shift in the transporter room, not that she minded. Joselyn could keep herself occupied just fine during long shifts, probably better than most people, but even she got antsy and annoyed after so many hours. When it had ended, Joselyn all but jumped out of her seat, hugged her relief, a young ensign, and disappeared toward her quarters. After sitting for so long, she was in need of some activity.

After changing out of her uniform and into a pair of black exercise pants, a teal blue tank top and black tennis shoes, Joselyn was out of her quarters. She smiled to a few of the crew that she knew who passed her, exchanging pleasantries, even spinning around to walk backward to continue a conversation with an engineer. Joselyn was laughing and waving him on when she collided with another crewmember. ”Oh, sorry there,” she laughed and continued on her way. While not a usually bubbly person, Joselyn had been cooped up for far too long with too little conversation not to have enough energy to run the warp drive of the Enterprise.

She stopped at the gymnasium just down the hall from her quarters, waiting just until the doors slid open before slipping inside and tossing her towel onto one of the benches. Surveying the room, Joselyn found that her usual routine just wasn’t sitting well with her. She needed something different, and a little bit more interesting than the usual workout. Spying the martial arts area and the punching bags, Joselyn smirked just a little bit, wandering over to grab a few boxing gloves. Tugging them on, she pounded her two hands together and approached an open punching bag with sheer determination and a glint in her eye. Joselyn knew what she was doing at least a little bit; she did take a few courses on combat, one which included hand to hand combat.

Joselyn punched the bag a few times tentatively until she started to get the hang of it. After a few more, she really started to hit it, even kick at it. ”You want a piece of me?” She muttered playfully, throwing a couple more punches and kicking out at the bag. It swung back toward her after hitting something, or rather, someone behind it. Joselyn wasn’t really expecting that, and when the bag hit her, threw her off balance and to her bottom. ”Sorry, there,” she called to the other person, climbing back to her feet.

[matthew]

August was looking a bit disheveled this particular morning. He had barely had time to even make his hair look semi-acceptable, and his three o'clock shadow was starting to appear on his face. It had been a tough few rides over to Starfleet Academy, but he felt relieved to be back. August knew William would be perfectly happy at Autumn and Alex's home, and was glad for that. He knew that it would be better for a boy to be raised by two loving, happy men than by a mentally off balanced father.

He moved quickly to get onto the Enterprise herself, noting with a calm nod how similar this was to his old ship. It would make things easier to find, August was certain, but there were a few things that were different. That frustrated him to no end, although he didn't show it on his features as he walked down the halls. August was not wearing his usual yellow and black uniform, but a three sizes too large ancient airforce jacket with rugged black jeans and a vintage t-shirt with the Starfleet boots. A bit of a light in his eyes was still present from being promoted to lieutenant. August didn't dare say that he deserved it, but he was...glad it had come after the time he'd spent on the other ship.

It was a very simple matter to reach his room, although he did managed to get lost once or twice. It was a room the same as everyone else's room. Nice, neat, and very orderly- August was beginning to like the Enterprise even more. With a small thunk, he threw his duffel bag onto the bed, and promptly changed into some workout clothes. Even though his leave was short, he felt like he'd gotten rusty with all that had been happening.

An airy workout shirt in the same color yellow as his uniform was immediately torn out of the clothes pile inside of the duffel bag. A pair of pant-length workout slacks were also pulled out, with some black sneakers and white socks. The workout clothes felt a bit itchy, due to their newness, he concluded, but were quite comfortable. The slacks included many pockets, an illogical thing to put on workout pants, but still nice.

August hadn't noticed that during his changing he'd somehow ended up sitting on his bed. He soon discovered his position and got up, ready to leave to get a good workout when he spied something sticking out of his duffel bag. It was a leather wallet, but it didn't have money- no, he had another wallet for money. It was a bunch of baby pictures of William, as well as pictures of Melanie and himself. Without thinking really, he took the pictures and slipped it in a pocket located on the outside of his thigh on the slacks. August barely noticed the change in pressure.

It only took a quick walk for the human to end up in the gymnasium, and he was impressed by what he saw. On the previous ship, the gymnasium had been a lot smaller. Then again, the other ship was older- so there was an excuse. August was so caught up in how big the ship was, as well as his determination to get to the weight lifting area, that he didn't notice a woman practicing her fighting. That is, until her bag slammed into him and made him fall on his rear.

The bag swung back, apparently, and hit her too- making her fall down. August was quick to get up, and steadied the bag with his hands. It was pretty easy to do, the kinetic force had pretty much gone out of the bag when it hit the girl back. In a quick, worried voice, August apologized to the woman for not paying attention to where he was going. He didn't mean to be quick with his words or too apologetic- it was just the way that the human was.

"O-Oh my, sorry, are you hurt? I really should have been paying attention to where I was going."

ooc:{sorry, went a bit overboard >>::}

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Joselyn’s less than graceful nature sometimes reared its ugly head, but she wasn’t about to admit that although getting hit by the bag certainly would have knocked her back, it was more that she was surprised and off balance that sent to her to bottom in a clumsy array of limbs. But just as fast as she hit the ground, the transporter chief was already getting to her feet, dusting off her bottom (which was pointless since it wasn’t like the Enterprise collected dirt for outside or anything). Her poor, unsuspecting victim was muttering his own string of apologies and asking if she were hurt. Well, it would have to be much more dangerous to hurt Joselyn Warner, in theory anyway. It was probably just better that she handle the dematerializing and rematerializing of the ship’s individuals. It would be safer for everyone.

”Hurt? No, don’t worry about it,” she waved the man off with a reassuring smile, her good mood hardly taking any sort of dent. If anything, it only increased her energy. She would have a story to tell at dinner later, about how she had knocked a poor man to the floor with her punching bag. Her friends would laugh and tell her she was lying, but that was alright with her. She wasn’t lying and she certainly hadn’t meant to hit him.

”You aren’t hurt either, are you? It was my fault anyway. I should have stopped, common courtesy, you know?” Common courtesy was one thing, but Joselyn’s drive and energy was another. She had been so wrapped up in her own world, which had only included herself and the punching bag that she hadn’t noticed anyone around her, or anyone passing by. It could have just as easily been the captain, or worse yet, Commander Spock that she hit but it was just as bad to hit a man she didn’t even know, an unsuspecting victim of her, at times, overzealous nature. He seemed unharmed though, a good thing too. Explaining the incident to the medical staff would be embarrassing for both of them.

Feeling rather silly that she’d just hit him and showed up her graceful skills without introducing herself, Joselyn held out a hand, then withdrew it. With an almost embarrassed smile, she fumbled with the boxing glove before she finally managed to pull it off, making quite the show of it in such a way that Joselyn expected a chorus of laughter behind her. Luckily, that didn’t happen. She was a confident woman, secure in her own faults, but there were moments when that failed her. Hearing laughter why she pulled off a boxing glove? That was one of those moments. ”I’m Joselyn, your attacker. Let me make it up to you somehow. Whatever you want… within reason.” She cast him a slight warning in her eyes, letting him know there were lines that she wouldn’t cross.


{{ah, it sucks. sorry 'bout that