driftfleet | it's time for some TRAINING

Who: Magnus and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Iskaulit & the SS Vanquish
When: Anytime during drift

[action; iskaulit]

[Magnus isn't one to stay in one place, so during the drift period he's making himself useful. Sort of. Okay, not really. He can be found in the gym lifting an obscene amount of weights or practicing his punches, and sometimes he's working on his axe-swinging with the one he bought on the last planet.

Sometimes he just wanders through some of the other rooms without touching anything, like the music room and the dojo. He's happy to strike up a conversation or give someone a sparring partner if desired, but he's really only looking for the next challenge.]

[action; ss vanquish]

[When he's tired of working on his sweet flips, he spends some quiet time with a woodcarving knife and a hunk of alien chestnut. He kicks his legs up onto the console, and whittles like that, his eyes intent on what he's doing while he listens to the sound of the ship and the crew going about their business. Sometimes he hums or whistles a low folk song to fill the silence, but otherwise he's less loud and boisterous than usual.

Even Magnus can't be a 14/10 all the time. Sometimes he's gotta be like a 7.]

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[video;]

[Magnus is apparently standing in the obstacle course on the Iskaulit, if anyone's been there recently. He thought he understood the programming, he really did-- but there appears to be a Magnus-shaped hole in several of the obstacles behind him, like he crashed through them in a straight line instead of going around them. The splinters are very telling. Sorry, Peter.]

So, uh, your training room here?

[A couple sparks pop off in the background. Magnus casually uses a detached automatic tennis ball shooter as a backscratcher.]

I thought an obstacle course was supposed to slow people down, but it's not working. Maybe I hit the wrong button. Anyway, whoever's in charge of it-- you should look into that.

[Something falls over nearby. Magnus glances off camera.] Hmm... guess I can clean up before I leave. It's not safe to leave broken boards laying around.

[The feed cuts here, presumably so he can do this.]

[ooc: I got permission! The obstacle course will have reinforced boxes and boards after this, and he'll work on fixing the metal stuff he broke next system. ~~Probably.~~]

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[He. Can't.

He can't even.

Taako stares at the screen, at the destruction evident in the background, and drops his face into the palm of his hand. He'd laugh if he wasn't so exhausted lately, but even so this is a welcome change of pace from the recent news.]

How are you even-- Do I need to put a child leash on you? I was just asking your captain if you'd been giving her trouble.

[He snorts.]

I haven't been giving anyone trouble! This isn't my ship! It's just a room that I borrowed. You hit a button and it makes an obstacle course for you with robits or something.

[A pause, and he adds:]

If you make me wear a leash it'd better have a big dog on it. You know, the kind where the 'paws' sit on your shoulders over the straps? Yeah.

Did you rip the robit arms off? [Again. Seriously. That moment, while now hilarious in hindsight, is still one of the defining moments in his time of knowing Magnus. You can't just watch a guy rip a robit's arms off and not find it equal parts "what the fuck?! that's messed up!" and "what the fuuuuuck?? that's weirdly hot and I never want to think that again."]

And you know, I can probably make that happen. I know a guy who apparently can sew a sugar glider onesie.

[Maybe. One day. He did say he'd try at the very least.]

But if I get it made? You have to wear it.

I didn't see any arms to rip off, sadly. [He holds up his improvised backscratcher, which used to shoot tennis balls.] I got this though, it's kinda like an arm? I thought I'd take it anyway, but then I realized that this place belongs to somebody. They probably don't want me to take it.

Maybe the robit had a loving, caring family. Like that guy with the four arms I met my first night here, maybe they hang out? I dunno.

[He is actually considering this leash idea now, and kink has nothing to do with it.]

Who wouldn't want a-- an adorable perfect puppy perched on their... uh, shoulders? Heck yeah I'm wearing that. The height of dog fashion-- wearing dogs, except not in the creepy Fantasy Cruella way.

Well, if they didn't want you to take it, they should've secured it better, am I right?

[And he's pretty sure that robot with four arms? Yeah, he definitely doesn't have a loving family. Taako talked to him once, too, and hooooboy, talk about a Grumpy Guster.]

...Wait. Seriously? [Of course Magnus is serious. He should have known. Briefly, he laughs and then shakes his head.]

Yeah sure, okay. Lemme see what I can do. Just you can't complain to me if I leash you to a fuckin' shuttle ship to give you exercise. I'm not walkin' your ass.

I guess that's true. I've got a collection I need to rebuild. I lost everything when I woke up here, arms included. Truly a tragic day.

[It's good to hear Taako laugh. That's like, a third of the reason he continues to say dumb shit. If his friends are laughing, he knows he's doing good.]

Whoa, whoa. You don't have to walk me. I can walk myself! If I really want some interstellar exercise, I'll get that extremely ripped god guy to throw me again.

The tragedy-est.

And I don't need you and Thor getting int-- [Taako screeches to an abrupt halt as what Magnus said sinks in.] Wait.

[Did he just say--]

Again? You got thrown by the god of thunder and you didn't call me to watch?