TWENTY ONE: VIDEO

[puppydogeyes]

[The video feeds opens to show Taylor, stripped down to a tank-top, slight sheen of sweat on her skin and dampening her hair from some recent exertion. There's a small frown pinching her brow, but it isn't the usual annoyance that might be expected of her announcements to the network - this one's a little more like nostalgia, something bittersweet, slightly painful.]

Don't know if we've been here long enough to really call anything a tradition, but I'm resurrecting this one. Fight club, Holodeck 3. Participants and spectators welcome.

[She moves the camera to pan out over the space behind her, the holodeck space cleared, mats laid down, benches set to one side for seating. It's an arrangement that might be familiar to anyone that's been on the ship long enough to remember the last time; intent clear to anyone who hasn't.]

No weapons, hand-to-hand only, no abilities unless agreed upon by both fighters. Someone taps out or goes unconscious, fight is over. We don't need more medical situations than we already get.

[She pulls the camera back to herself as she finishes listing the rules.]

If you've got a combat, military or policing background and you're interested in getting on Security, I can take a corner for assessments. Rest of the time I'll be here making sure things don't get too bloody.

[[ooc: accompanying mingle/fight log over here!]]

Comments

auggielocked;

[altercate]

There are worse traditions to have up here.

[ that's a cheery outlook to have, derek. ]

Are you going to be down there the whole time?

auggielocked;

[puppydogeyes]

Probably some less violent.

[Cause she knows some people had always had objections to the fight aspect.]

Yeah, I am. You need me somewhere else?

auggielocked;

[altercate]

No. You need to be there.

[ and things are quiet. or as quiet as they ever were here. ]

I'll come down.

[kutte]

Well shit. This is something I could get behind.

[ aka this is basically what the sons do for fun and profit on their off hours, jax is into it. even if tyke's announcing it. ]

[puppydogeyes]

I'll pretend to be surprised.

[kutte]

You gonna take a swing at me if I head down there?

video.

[faithlessly]

Want some company to make sure things don't get too fun-- I mean, bloody?

[ not that it really matters what she says, he'll still be down there to bother her C: ]

video.

[puppydogeyes]

[She'd wondered, vaguely, if Dean might avoid the whole thing, knowing his past self's involvement. The fact he doesn't even look like he hesitated to respond feels comforting, in a weird way.]

You actually interested in stepping in to break up any fun? Or do you just wanna be getting into it yourself?

video.

[faithlessly]

Stepping in, taking a round, I can do either or both.

[ he wouldn't mind getting down to it, but who knows. just watching could be nice too, for the company. ]

Better than sittin' around.

[makedo]

Seriously, does no one remember the first rule of fight club?

[ he's amused and being an asshole, ignore him. ]

[puppydogeyes]

Not everyone's seen it.

[Including herself - she only found out it was a movie last month.]

Seems like a stupid rule, anyway. How're people meant to come fight if no one tells them?

[makedo]

Have you?

[ because that's clearly the most important thing here. ]

perma-video.

[antes]

Reminds me of Thanksgiving.

[ You know, traditions, a bunch of people in a small space— never mind. ]

Security, you said?

[puppydogeyes]

People beating each other up?

[She looks just a little bemused, wonders if maybe she should've skipped past that.]

I did. We deal with passenger safety, protection amongst themselves or against larger threats and events. [There's a pause, but she remembers him at the lockers, his bow, inquiries about armoury.] You interested?

[antes]

[ Clint shrugs, as if to say is that not what Thanksgiving is like, which probably says a lot about how it generally comes off in the media in relation to how few Thanksgivings he has actually experienced for himself. ]

Yeah, count me in. [ Pause. ] I'm assuming there isn't any paperwork I oughta be bringin' with me.

[ widow encrypt ]

[debts]

We should go.

[ Natasha looks almost amused, though it doesn't reach her eyes. ]

[ widow encrypt ]

[antes]

[ Almost, as always, doesn't equate to is, but Clint smiles, anyhow. ]

It's a done deal. Gonna go a few rounds?

[debts]

Sounds fun.

[ Her mouth quirks. ]

I thought we weren't supposed to talk about this?

[puppydogeyes]

Been told that. [A beat, a tip of her head.] Which I'm guessing counts as a rule break on its own.

[debts]

[ Banter over. Which isn't the same thing as friendly approach over, but, you know. Live fast, die young, gotta get things done. ]

Assessments.

[ She tips her chin. ]

Any chance you're able to share your criteria with me?

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[dogbane]

Oi oi.

[No, he's not up to play. Safaris in the nightmare recesses of a spaceship are a thing apart from fight club.]

Fancy a medic on hand, or would that take the fun and the reference out of the fing?

audio;

[puppydogeyes]

Shouldn't get anything that needs immediate medical attention. But you wanna be here, you can be here.

video.

[allbloodyhail]

What about vampires, or is that an unfair advantage?

video.

[puppydogeyes]

As long as whoever you're fighting is okay with it.

[She shrugs.]

video.

[allbloodyhail]

Full disclosure, then. Alright - I can deal with that.