gym - cyr wheel

[i_candozat]

The first thing Chekov had done upon hearing they weren't quarantined any more was to go to his room, check it out, and request a set of gym clothes from a replicator. The next thing was to find the gym and stretch out. Few people know he likes athletic pursuits so much; he looks tiny in that uniform and it hides the muscle mass he manages to gain, sadly.

And he hasn't told many people that before he decided to join Starfleet, he'd desperately wanted to join a circus and learn how to bend and twist and spin like the people he'd been to see on trips with his parents. Those explanations, he thinks, would be tedious in the extreme. But all the long conversations in the world could not stop him from grinning like a little boy on finding the gymnastic equipment, including a simple metal wheel that the ensign navigator is having an awful lot of fun with. It's been a while since he played with a cyr wheel, but it's sort of like a bicycle. You remember the tricks eventually.

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[morphitudinous]

Billy's immediate priority was knowledge. He acquired page after page of data about this universe---nothing was available that was as technical as he wanted, but learning the history that brought starships like this about could still be useful.

When he had his information all organized for future reading, he then happened to poke his head into the gym...where he saw a most fascinating gymnastics display.

He smiled his approval at the athlete. "Wow, I've never seen anything like it. How long did you have to practice?"

[i_candozat]

He steps off the wheel at the intrusion--Pavel had only been reacquainting himself with spinning on different axes before he got into anything more complicated. As a navigator this is good for him to know and be able to recall easily; it's part of the reason he took that course in the academy.

"Oh, no. I hawe been able to use ze roue Cyr since I vas little. Wery small."

[morphitudinous]

"Then you've been an athlete for a while, huh?"

Billy slips in further, suitably impressed by all the maneuvering. It almost makes him long to fly free again.

"Gymnastics must be a universal constant, I suppose. You were really good."

[i_candozat]

"Da," he answers brightly. "Vhen I vas small, my parents hated zat I alvays said I was going to be a circus abcrobat. Zey pushed to uniwersity, and from zere I joined Starfleet," Chekov continues, stepping back into the ring and spinning it around him.

"Are you a gymnast also?"

[morphitudinous]

"A circus acrobat? That would've been incredible---but I guess I can see why Starfleet might have won out," Billy says, gazing happily at the gym. He's tempted.

"I was never athletic when I was younger---I started out wanting to be an inventor, and I've always pursued that, but one of my best friends is a stellar gymnast. She decided to train me, so I learned a few things."

He looks over his shoulder, an idea forming. "I should probably put my data down. Will you still be here in a minute or two?"