Day 13 [ 0600 hrs.] Chaos Rising in the Morning November 15, 2022, 04:57:07 AM [Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Upper Gymnasium | Deck 6 | USS Theurgy ] Attn @tongieboi Considering how many times she’d nearly been killed in her few weeks aboard the ship—and truthfully, not all of those instances were her fault—Enyd felt it wise to visit the gymnasium. While she preferred outdoor activities on a real planet or even a holoprogram that was real enough to soothe her cooped-up soul, Enyd recognized there was a time and place to visit the traditional gymnasium. Dressed in a belted teal skort gym uniform, Enyd eyed the gym layout, her mind cataloging the various chaotic instances of violence she’d had to live through recently, and decided upon the treadmill. Cardio was key in outlasting angry Klingons, outwitting calculating Romulans, and swatting away lusty Ferengi gropes.Enyd looped her towel over the back of the treadmill and paused as she flipped through the options for training. After settling on a randomized interval setting for speed and incline, Enyd pressed start and set to work. It did not take long for her to enter a rhythmic flow state, her mind moving away from her surroundings and retreating inward to puzzle through her recent days. This was a much better way of processing through her emotional angst and work-related curiosity than by subjecting herself to another physical fight. Zark would likely pummel her personally if she tried that, anyway. Enyd sucked in a much-needed breath as the treadmill switched pitch and increased speed. She was due to meet the captain later this morning, and she assumed it had to do with Rutherford’s condition. Heaving a sigh between needed breaths, Enyd took her eyes away from the vague point on the wall she’d been staring at. As she noted movement in her peripherals, she hesitated in a step, pitched forward, and lost her balance. The automated movement of the treadmill did her no favors as it mercilessly shot her backward. Enyd only had time to mutter a grandmother-approved curse word, “dog gone it,” before the belt tossed her, and she flew backward mercilessly at the mercy of gravity and physics.