MarinaNova Asylum

[Marina Olymipcs or not, Trowa had decided he needed to get out and run. He was bored and exercise sounded like the only thing that would fix that.

So he headed outside wearing a pair of work out pants and shoes as well as the gloves someone might wear for weight lifting. And he was off and running across the dome, still relatively quiet at the moment. But as he runs if he encounters an object, he doesn't go around it; he goes over it in some kind of version of parkour. This was part of his training as well. The purpose was to go over any object in his way.

Well, that works until he's running passed some of the shops and suddenly a bot crossed his path. He hadn't been expecting it. He jumped to try and clear it. Well, he did clear it, but he landed off balance and had to tuck and roll to keep from injuring himself.

He ended up on the ground, sitting there for a moment as the bot continues on it's merry way. After a moment, he pushes himself to his feet and brushes himself off with a few scratches now]

It's a beautiful morning. Good morning, to old friends and to new. One more day will complete our first week here, Deanna and I. A lot seems to have happened in that short time; losses that some of us have felt very strongly, and we've made new friends, people that I hope to get to know better in the coming weeks.

I'd very much like to use this opportunity to meet more of the inmates here, and perhaps to speak more frankly with some of you those that I've already met, now that I've had the opportunity to get a better understanding of my surroundings. If anyone would like to speak in person, or join me on the ice, I'll be spending the next few hours at the ice rink in Sector 3. From what I hear the sparkly costumes are obligatory. [ There's a distinct sparkle to Riker's eyes as he speaks. ]


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