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[marineris]

[Bobbie's long, dark hair is loose around her shoulders. She's not wearing the standard station suit—instead, she's wearing something tighter, with a diamond pattern and oddly shaped plating on the shoulders and chest, embedded with some sort of circuitry. She raises her hand, giving her communicator a little wave.]

Hey kids. Now that the gravity's back on, it's business as usual, yeah?

A while back Amos posted some tips about living in space. One of those is exercising—muscles atrophy in low-g much faster than on a proper planet, and we don't all want to turn into noodles. Most of you probably don't know anything about resistance training in space, though, so that's where I come in. If anyone wants a trainer, drop me a line, and if any of you want to learn self-defense or how to throw a solid punch, I can help with that, too. Unfortunately I don't have a gun, so I can't help anyone there.

[Does she sound a little bitter? She's a little bitter.]

By the way, has anyone figured out how to get the replicators to stop spitting up slop yet?

Comments

[oddbod]

I thought that’s what I wanted, for awhile. Guess it’s good I never got it, though. Less to lose.

[marineris]

Is that the only reason you don't want it?

[oddbod]

Well... it’s not precisely a choice anymore. Even if I wanted it, that window’s passed.

[marineris]

Why do you say that?

[What is she, like, late 20s?]

[oddbod]

Something happened, and I can't have them anymore. [100% the truth.] And even if I wanted to adopt, my lifestyle wouldn't work with it. It wouldn't be good.

[marineris]

[Ahh. Way to step in it, Bobbie.]

I'm sorry.

[oddbod]

It's alright. I don't feel bad about it, usually. I don't want anyone else to.

[The last part of that's true.]