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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?

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[monomachy]

Training outside the station could be interesting.

[marineris]

Space survival 101? I can do that.

[monomachy]

Then I would be your first pupil.

[marineris]

Alright. Meet me at the airlock on deck one?

[monomachy]

I'll see you there.

action?

[marineris]

[So Bobbie suits up and waits near the airlock. When Diana arrives, she'll find Bobbie in her armor instead of a vac suit, her hair pulled back into a neat bun and her helmet under one arm.]

Hey. Have you been on a spacewalk before?

action!

[monomachy]

[Diana does have to wear a vac suit, her own training armor offering no protection from the void outside the station, and has pulled her hair into an equally neat fishtail braid. She's already learned what a pain it can be to have her hair free-floating around her face without gravity.

Her smile is wide, and she waves in greeting before switching to hold her helmet beneath her opposite arm.]

I have been outside the station, yes. When the gravity disappeared, I helped start the rings again.

[marineris]

Good. That's a start. Did anyone give you a rundown of how they usually work?

[monomachy]

[She shakes her head.]

I would not mind one.

[marineris]

First thing's first—there's no horizon. The black just stretches and stretches, and keeping your balance can be tricky. Until you get used to it, keep your eyes on the hull or another fixed point. It's safest to go out with someone else, at least until you're comfortable.

[monomachy]

[A nod at that.]

That makes sense. [She gives a short laugh.] It's still difficult to accept, even if I've seen it with my own eyes.

[marineris]

[Bobbie can't help but smile back.]

That's how I felt when I went to Earth for the first time, too.

[monomachy]

[Their experiences are polar opposite, and yet so similar. Diana is delighted.]

Did you stay long? There is so much of it to see. I've lived there my whole life, and I've only seen a handful of places. [This would sound more significant if Bobbie knew how old Diana really is.]

[marineris]

Only a couple of weeks, and I spent most of that time indoors. I grew up under a dome—open skies are hard to adjust to.

[monomachy]

[She remembers Alex telling her about the domes. It's hard for her to imagine, but she's getting a better idea of it now. She tilts her head slightly, considering.]

So you feel more... at home here on the station? [It's a strange turn of phrase, but it's the only one she can come up with.]

[marineris]

Depends on what you mean. The domes aren't anything like this, and we can go outside of them, as long as we're in vac suits, but Mars is still a planet. It's easy to go stircrazy on a station. It's just... staring out at the ocean, watching the horizon line blur... It's nothing like Mars.