Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

[light_of_willpower]

Who: Trunks Brief (light_of_willpower) and you!
Where: Training Gym
When: Day 20
What: The Usual Fight club training. Where people come to spar and practice and learn with each other.
Warnings: Occasional language and violence? Also guns/firearms.

This time Trunks didn't bother to announce the Fight Club over the ICP. Not beyond a short announcement of day and time. The Club was already mentioned in train literature and most people knew about it, or could find out easily.

So instead he did his usual set-up. Marking off an area safely for ranged weapons and fire-arms, ensuring practice weapons and mats were all available. Even making sure there were first aid kids and an 'off-limits' area just for safety. Then, he's there as usual--to supervise, but also to train just like everyone else.

OOC:general set up is 'Ranged area demarcated by cones' 'off limits/healing area demarcated by cones' and the rest of the space covered in mats with training dummies set up

Comments

[light_of_willpower]

"No. And you're free to leave, if they offend you." Trunks responded; still entirely at ease but firmly rooted at the same time. "I will not deny others a choice just because you don't like it."

[nutkrusher]

Here Cassie pipes in, her tone flat and dry as the Mojave:

"Also, it's my God-given right as a 'Murrican."

OMG XD

[borntolove]

The Doctor pauses. There is a weight of silence between him and Trunks. Then Cassie pipes in. The Doctor doesn't believe in any God or Gods. Nor for that matter is The Doctor afraid of the so-called gods and demi-gods, and would-be-gods, The Doctor has encountered.

Ten simply glances between the both of them and quietly remarks, " And you did this." The Doctor proceeds out of the cart. He pauses in the doorway and takes out his sonic screwdriver. Holds that up high and presses it.

The sonic waves of vibrating the railings holding the guns - until - they shoot off. But The Doctor has already moved on.

Re: OMG XD

[light_of_willpower]

Fortunately, the guns aren't loaded. Trunks knew basic gun safety and practiced it, even if he had no need himself for them. Now though, now he's mad. A step, and in the blink of an eye he's at the doorway, prying open the doors easily if they resist. "Excuse me Doctor, you do realize you just set the worst example ever. Not to mention you Endangered people. YOU did that."

Maybe a hint of his own temper is showing through now.

[borntolove]

"They're not in there because of me. I told you to get rid of them."

[light_of_willpower]

"And I told you I wouldn't deny others their choices." A pause. "Unlike you."

[nutkrusher]

Cassie, meanwhile, is in damage control mode, clearing everyone else in the room as far away from the strewn weapons as possible.

She looks back over her shoulder only for a moment, her eyes practically glowing red from how furious she looks.

"You're putting these back, dickhead."

CW: for PTSD

[borntolove]

The Doctor, probably did hear Cassie with his sensitive hearing. He's just choosing to ignore her. That and he can't. He can't touch them. If he could touch them, he'd do far more than just have them drop to the floor. He'd toss them inside the flames of Hell, where they belong!

Ten remarks to Trunks, "Those who use those are no friends of mine!"

[light_of_willpower]

"Then you'll have to take it up with those who choose to." Trunks remarked cooly. "Now will you stop acting like a pouty, arrogant teenage brat and come talk instead of react with your temper?"

LMAO

[borntolove]

"There's nothing to talk about." The Doctor remarks cooly. Because he doesn't have any issues. And he's clearly not dangerous, right now. Donna was right, he needs someone. He doesn't have anyone here to hold his hand.

[light_of_willpower]

"Oh I think there is. Or did you want a fight, and I'm just not giving it to you?" Trunks let a hint of smirk show through. He couldn't help it--he was angry, and annoyed.

[nutkrusher]

A door flies open behind them as the head of the clearly-furious inventory manager of Team Purple emerges behind it.

"Hey! I wasn't fuckin' joking. You're cleaning this mess up, or I'll be turning that gizmo of yours into a goddamn rectal thermometer!"

[borntolove]

"No." To which question he was replying, one can't be certain if he was acknowledging both questions or not. He does, however, continue to walk on.

He doesn't want to fight.

No more.

As far as Cassie's remark, he's stood up against Gods. A little name-calling isn't going to get to him.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie isn't having any of this. And she's a hard person to run away from - the Doctor's not the only one who's been up against gods. She storms forward to catch up to him.

"Don't you fucking walk away."

She clasps him hard around the shoulder.

"Not after you put every single person on that car in danger."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks barely blinked as Cassie moved past him, into the hallway. She was making the same point he was, really. Although he did tense--watching for any response, when she clasped the doctor on his shoulder.

shows up 15 minutes late without void starbucks

[unrecovered]

Of all the days to show up late for Fight Club, Wash picks the day when someone has to get dramatic about the guns, and shows up just as soon as they all go off.

He needs a moment to recover from the fucking heart attack that caused, and another to briefly check the room - they weren't loaded, no one's hurt, good - before he crosses the car at a goddamn powerwalk to get to the soon-to-be brawl brewing just outside the door. It's one thing to argue; it's another thing to have a knock down drag out in close quarters like this. It poisons the whole damn area when you can't go outside to cool down, or get away from That Jackass You Now Hate. He's lived on a spaceship and navigated everything that means for too damn long to let this go down like this.

He reaches the knot of people and puts his hand on top of Cassie's, firm but not restrictive. "Hey." It's authoritative and steady - his Commanding Officer voice. "Everyone take a breath."

He looks at Cassie. "Do you really want someone who doesn't like guns to handle them? Have you seen Jurassic Park 2?" He is absolutely serious, and fairly certain she'll get the reference. "You handle the weapons; I'll handle this." He nods towards the skinny troublemaker. He can probably defuse this. Probably.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie turns back to look at Wash, not letting go of the Doctor yet.

"Wasn't about to let him do it without supervision. This is someone who needs to learn that lesson."

She's not visibly seething anymore, so this may count as progress.

[borntolove]

The Doctor keeps walking on. Ignoring Cassie, that is till she grabs his shoulder. Then he stops. He didn't put the guns there. That shouldn't have been there in the first place. Even if he knows, that she is right. He also did put them in danger but, he figures he did discuss the matter first and it was refused. He hates this merciless side of himself that is showing right now and one of the reasons, he's trying to run.

But, he doesn't want others to die either and that's clearly in his eyes too. He doesn't reply to Cassie but he is getting ready to use Venusian Aikido if she tries anything. Even if he hasn't done that yet in this body and would be a bit off-center. He is also not afriad. He's been up against, gods, billions of Daleks, and all sorts of horrors in time and space. He's arrogant and cocky to the point of that monsters have nightmares of him. Which, The Doctor does believe.

When the other arrives, Ten wants to run. Run where he's not sure since it is limited space and not infinite like this Tardis.

"This doesn't," The Doctor stops, when he realizes that whomever this is, is trying to defuse this. Something The Doctor usually does and should be doing right now.

[light_of_willpower]

"You do, Doctor. I know when someone is reacting out of anger, and that's you. We need to talk about all of this. But not while you're angry." Trunks is also trying to defuse the situation, even though he's mad too.

"Cassie, you have a point. But I don't think you'll get anywhere with him in this mood."

[unrecovered]

Doctor of what is the question that almost makes it out of Wash's mouth, but he stops. Defusing the situation seems to be working here, and he's not about to fuck that up if he can help it.

He eyes the Doctor - "You do, but we'll talk about that in a bit." - before looking back at Cassie. "Does he need to learn it right this second, or can mandatory firearm safety classes wait for later?" There's a right answer here, Cassie. C'mon. It's along the same lines of what Trunks is saying - might as well reinforce the guy who's making sense here.

[borntolove]

Ten is quiet. Very, very quiet. Only eyeing each of them. Almost like he's calculating, doing a back-flip and then breaking into a run.

[nutkrusher]

Just as the Doctor is contemplating escape, Cassie finally lets go of his shoulder. She grunts as she does so, suppressing a truly vicious sneer, among other things. (This is truly for the best - as ancient, wise, and powerful a being as the Doctor is, if it came down to fisticuffs, there is no action HAVOC could conjure that could make him come out on top).

"They can," she says. "This discussion isn't over, though. It's just on pause until he's ready to stop with his bullshit."

[light_of_willpower]

"Thank you, Cassie. Wash." Trunks levels those blue-eyes at the doctor. "We will talk about this another time. Alright?" It's not a request, despite the upward lilt at the end of the sentence.

Trunks moves down the hall, to take Cassie's hand and start pulling her back towards the training gym. "Come on, let's get this cleaned up safely. And you do know I love you, right?"

[unrecovered]

"Fair enough." Right answer, Cassie. Fantastic.

Wash waits for Trunks to take Cassie back towards the gym before turning his full attention back on the Doctor. "He can talk about it another time, but we are talking about this right the fuck now. The only option you get is what booth in the quiet car you want to use." It's the return of the Commanding Officer voice. He nods in the direction of the quiet car. Lead the way, troublemaker; he'll be very close behind.

[borntolove]

Ten does note Cassie's face but pretends he doesn't see that. His own remains old and tired. He mustn't snap at her. He doesn't want to harm her. He's so old now. He use to have so much mercy. He's swirling downwards so fast. Where's Rose? Where's Martha? Where's Jack? Where's Donna? He needs help, he knows he needs help but doesn't know how to ask for it.

Ten looks Wash straight in the eyes, unblinking and unafraid of that tone.

"And understand this. You sir. You are not my commanding officer."