<USS Avalon> Cleaning up...Working Out

=/\= Cleaning Up...Working out =/\=

Cam finished up in the PT room with Yeoman Walters therapy session for that 
day.  It took a few weeks of physical therapy to recover from a dislocated 
shoulder and when you separate a shoulder playing Parrises Squares, it can take 
a 
few days before you even feel like moving again.  Let alone having someone 
manipulate your shoulder socket around.

He was finished with his scheduled appointments for the day and now that he 
was, he could go down to the gym and get a work out in.  Kaera had kept him 
active enough since he had come aboard but there was always something nice 
about 
the stretching and movements of the Klingon exercises.

Entering the gym he found it a bit of a mess.  He wondered who would have 
left it in such a condition, but he set about tidying it up a bit before he 
started.  He went around the wooden stantions and found them to be marked and 
pitted.  He would have to find a laser sander and smooth them back out.  

He went to the wall rack containing the several weights of quarter staffs.  
He found a few of them to be cracked and pitted as well.  He took one over and 
compared the dimple in the wooden stantion.  It matched perfectly.  He frowned 
at it slightly.  He pulled out a black leather thong and tied his long white 
hair into a single pony tail.

He took a few more minutes cleaning up and went to the comm panel and did a 
few inquiries as to who had been in the gym lately.  Besides himself of course. 
 There were quite a few names.  Most of them he recognized, but the one that 
stuck out to him was one Ming Kabuki.  "Hmmm" He mused aloud as he reread the 
name again.  He couldn't imagine that it had been one of the earlier names.  
He was the last one here.

There was no point in brooding about the rest of the damage so Cam set about 
fixing it.  He went to a wall replicator and got the laser sander to smooth 
out the stantions.  With in a few minutes the dimples had been sanded smooth.  
He set about boning them so they wouldn't chip and dent again.  If Mr. Kabuki 
was prone to such stresses, Cam didn't want to have to re-sand the stantions 
every time.

It took a few hours to do the work.  But it was sort of relaxing for him.  
And afterward he went ahead and cleared away the stresses of the day with a 
round of the mok'bara.  After a few minutes he went to the console and sent a 
message to Mr. Kabuki.  It was really an invitation to come down and join him.

In the meantime, Cam would go about creating new targets, to replace the ones 
that had been destroyed.  It would take a few hours to do so... if Mr. Kabuki 
was going to join him.

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