The L Word // Time for something different

[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro had never really been the working out kind. Pounding the pavement and beating up Masquerades or other punks that needed punching was usually more than adequate to keep him in shape. And he had usually been far too busy to even consider that much of a regimen. But since coming to the Enterprise he hadn't much cause for defending people. He could see now that Picard and his people were making good in their actions what their pretty words at the outset of this debacle promised. And the offers to find ways for people to help on the ship was all fine and good for most people. Shotaro wasn't the uniform wearing type.

Nor was he really one for loose workout pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers, but here he was. He never considered his jeans an impediment to the kind of moves he needed to make in a fight but one normally dresses for the occasion. But once he was in the workout room proper, he strode around with his hands on his hips. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here? Just working out some idle thoughts, mostly? Or something deeper than that?

He missed Fuuto. He knew that. He had since the enormity of how far removed they were in both space and time had sunk in. Hundreds of years and thousands of light years. The Federation had its roots on Earth, but that Earth was so different that it might as well be another planet.
( Broodings and ruminations )

When someone came along nearby, he pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead and gave them a nod. “I’ll be done in a minute,” he said with a smirk. He made an effort to keep any sign of what he was brooding over off his face. But he wasn’t all that good at it. Or just maybe someone might catch him by surprise in the middle of his thoughts.

((Open for any and all harassment! He'd be down for a practice fight, chitchat, or someone telling him what he's doing wrong bc there's probably plenty.))

[Planetside:] On Risa, gearing up to lead his team out

[mr_laforge]

There are a lot of dirty jobs Geordi La Forge ends up doing for the good of the Enterprise. Luckily, this doesn't happen to be one of them. OK, the prospect of walking 32 kilometers over uneven terrain while leading a small team isn't exactly a vacation, but when Captain Picard asked him to beam down to Risa to check out some readings the Enterprise picked up on dilithium crystals, Geordi wasn't about to start complaining.

He's stationed outside one of the resorts, in uniform but with a more comfortable pair of boots on, waiting for his team to arrive. He has a small pack slung over his shoulder, along with his tricorder and phaser on his hip. He has instructed everyone to bring some food and water, and a bedroll in case the unexpected happens and they are forced to camp out for a night before heading back. Hopefully everyone comes prepared.

In the meantime, no one will blame him if he takes in some of the sights, right? And maybe even enjoy an island drink? Virgin, of course. He is on duty, after all.


[ooc: If you signed your character up to go on the Rescue mission (OOC Plotting Post here!), then this is the post for you! You should have hopefully received some instructions for tagging via your preferred means of contact. Geordi will be around to chat with other characters soon!]