There's few places suited for working out in a ship this small, but the cargo bay works in a pinch. While still at the station, he does his jogging on the station. Once in space, he's on the treadmill. But his primary workouts are all strength based. So lacking a solid punching bag, Logan has discovered that one of the low hanging pipes is strong and sturdy enough for pullups. Lacking any weights (other than his adamantium skeleton), he settles for lifting himself one arm at a time. His fellow passengers may find this a particularly traumatic process, given his lack of shirt and the thickness of chest and arm and back hair.
[Corridors]
He still stubbornly refuses to play the role of janitor - at least until the ship finally leaves the Starlight. Without the option to go play cab driver anymore, he begins to sink into his duties. Mostly this involves carrying around a mop, which he plants in the floor so he can rest his hands and chin on, while 'supervising' the cleaning droids do all the work for him. Every now and then one will bump into his foot as if to indicate he should help, which tends to result in him kicking the droid back and causing it to squeak and beep in alarm before scurrying off to sulk and clean. It's a tough job, but he sure as hell ain't gonna do it.
[Kitchen]
He drops another credit into the Swear and Attitudes Jar. Sometimes he does it even when he hasn't done anything wrong yet. At this point, filling up the jar is his way of protesting the notion of even having one. He's gonna swear and have an attitude no matter how expensive it is. So fuck you.
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There's few places suited for working out in a ship this small, but the cargo bay works in a pinch. While still at the station, he does his jogging on the station. Once in space, he's on the treadmill. But his primary workouts are all strength based. So lacking a solid punching bag, Logan has discovered that one of the low hanging pipes is strong and sturdy enough for pullups. Lacking any weights (other than his adamantium skeleton), he settles for lifting himself one arm at a time. His fellow passengers may find this a particularly traumatic process, given his lack of shirt and the thickness of chest and arm and back hair.
[Corridors]
He still stubbornly refuses to play the role of janitor - at least until the ship finally leaves the Starlight. Without the option to go play cab driver anymore, he begins to sink into his duties. Mostly this involves carrying around a mop, which he plants in the floor so he can rest his hands and chin on, while 'supervising' the cleaning droids do all the work for him. Every now and then one will bump into his foot as if to indicate he should help, which tends to result in him kicking the droid back and causing it to squeak and beep in alarm before scurrying off to sulk and clean. It's a tough job, but he sure as hell ain't gonna do it.
[Kitchen]
He drops another credit into the Swear and Attitudes Jar. Sometimes he does it even when he hasn't done anything wrong yet. At this point, filling up the jar is his way of protesting the notion of even having one. He's gonna swear and have an attitude no matter how expensive it is. So fuck you.