04 ☼ spam and voice

[baals]

[Spam; Throughout the day]

[He isn't a pleasure to be around, while he isn't aggressive, he's quite obviously very grumpy. Expressing displeasure about everything. He never says he hates anything, even if he does. He'll call this foolish, pointless or poorly thought out instead.

He drifts between all the common areas of the Barge. None of the areas seem satisfy him. He's not quite sure what he's after. An outlet, perhaps. He's tired of playing nice. He lingers the longest at the Gym, where he looks at the equipment but doesn't do anything with them, and Library, where he is, at least, slightly more interested. He gathers a few assorted books on Mythology, some books on various methods of propulsion for space travel.]

[Voice; Evening]

I wish to request access to the Enclourse. [the message is curt and despite him calling it a request it sounds a bit like a demand. He's not in the cheeriest of moods.]

Comments

[maytakecenturies]

[She sees him in the gym, where she's spent more and more of her free time out of frustration for the lack of something to do. At least on the Enterprise, before Archer's mutiny, she had projects to keep an eye on in addition to her duties. Here, her duties are few, and her projects are non existent. The lab remains a distinct possibility, but something - pride, if she allowed herself to see it - keeps her from asking for a workspace. It's foolish and illogical and so she's trying to beat the shit out of a punching bag.

It's his wandering that catches her attention, and eventually she turns to him in aggravation, though she tempers it. Barely.]

You may find your visit more rewarding if you actually picked a machine to use.

[baals]

I would prefer to have use of them somewhere more private. [Otherwise he'll always be holding back so he doesn't seem stronger than a human. He looks at one of the training dummies then rests a hand on it. An for a brief second it looks like he kind of wants to strangle it.]

[ A sigh. His attention turns the the punching bag she was pummeling.] You spend much of your time here?

[maytakecenturies]

There isn't much to keep busy with here.

[She is unbearably aggravated by this fact. She eyes the dummy he touches, almost wishing he would let loose and throttle it.]

I'm sure you've noticed.