[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!]]
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