[Like most, Obi is doing, hmm, not great! after yesterday's hostage reveal. He spent Tuesday in the tie-dye shirt and jeans, apparently incapable of doing anything for longer than thirty minutes at a stretch--including sleeping--cycling fruitlessly between glaring daggers at the meeting room mirror and walking anywhere but there. Today looks like more of the same.
Quite early in the morning, before lights up, he's investigating the library, and by that I mean he's specifically climbed up the shelves to look for vents and passages up top. Just in case no one else has gotten to those yet. Even if they have, his lady is in danger. Obi has to try to get to her.
Some noon-ish hour finds him at the gym, restless and desperate for an outlet. He examines one of the treadmills with squinty caution, but finally steps on and, in that everything's fucked, might as well spirit, presses various buttons until something happens.]
Oh!
[As one of the pre-programmed courses engages, the moving surface starts rolling back beneath him. Surprised, Obi wobbles but adjusts, and eventually blows air out from puffed cheeks, apparently disappointed with the speed as he plods slowly along.]
Well, this is borING--!
[He has no idea what the warning beeps mean, so when the treadmill (to him) suddenly picks up speed, he yelps and leaps off, wrapping all four limbs like a monkey around the railing to one side and making the machine rock dangerously.]
...I didn't do it! I didn't do anything! I think this doohickey's possessed!
[Save him.
Finally, in the afternoon, he (or Gaius, or somebody) gathers the interested parties for self-defense for total n00bs in... the library again, actually. He's pushed furniture around to make some room, but it's still not ideal. On the other hand, they're close to the meeting room, for. You know. Whoever needs to be close.]
Oh-kay, guys. I'm not at my best, I know none of us are at our best, but we gotta do something or at least I'm gonna flip my lid. Now, I never had to teach this stuff to someone who's never done any fighting at all, so bear with me, yeah? I have pretty much no idea what I'm doing.
[With that encouraging intro, Obi uncrosses his arms, puts one hand on his hip and rubs the back of his head with the other, and ventures:]
So... show me how you throw a punch, I guess? We'll go from there.
Investigation
Quite early in the morning, before lights up, he's investigating the library, and by that I mean he's specifically climbed up the shelves to look for vents and passages up top. Just in case no one else has gotten to those yet. Even if they have, his lady is in danger. Obi has to try to get to her.
Some noon-ish hour finds him at the gym, restless and desperate for an outlet. He examines one of the treadmills with squinty caution, but finally steps on and, in that everything's fucked, might as well spirit, presses various buttons until something happens.]
Oh!
[As one of the pre-programmed courses engages, the moving surface starts rolling back beneath him. Surprised, Obi wobbles but adjusts, and eventually blows air out from puffed cheeks, apparently disappointed with the speed as he plods slowly along.]
Well, this is borING--!
[He has no idea what the warning beeps mean, so when the treadmill (to him) suddenly picks up speed, he yelps and leaps off, wrapping all four limbs like a monkey around the railing to one side and making the machine rock dangerously.]
...I didn't do it! I didn't do anything! I think this doohickey's possessed!
[Save him.
Finally, in the afternoon, he (or Gaius, or somebody) gathers the interested parties for self-defense for total n00bs in... the library again, actually. He's pushed furniture around to make some room, but it's still not ideal. On the other hand, they're close to the meeting room, for. You know. Whoever needs to be close.]
Oh-kay, guys. I'm not at my best, I know none of us are at our best, but we gotta do something or at least I'm gonna flip my lid. Now, I never had to teach this stuff to someone who's never done any fighting at all, so bear with me, yeah? I have pretty much no idea what I'm doing.
[With that encouraging intro, Obi uncrosses his arms, puts one hand on his hip and rubs the back of his head with the other, and ventures:]
So... show me how you throw a punch, I guess? We'll go from there.