Pain...oooohhhhh, the pain....Anjali woke early into her sleep cycle which compounded the fact that she had not been able to fall asleep for hours to begin with. Too much had happened the previous Sol, what between the bar brawl after the extended and wonderful shopping experience, and the subsequent incarceration. The women in her cell had been somewhat in awe of her and only wanted to learn some 'moves' to dazzle their lovers and boyfriends with, and she had been happy to oblige. A large woman with the biggest bosom and belly she had ever seen, along with some impressive chin hair, suddenly shushed them when she heard voices outside, and that's when Dwayne had come in with that entirely disagreeable egg-head Charlie.<br/><br/>Now she lay in her bunk tired and cranky and terribly sore. She had even snuck to Dwayne's cabin to see if she could seek refuge again in the physical proximity of his body but he had his door closed and she didn't dare knock, it was clear he didn't want her in there. So, she returned to her bunk and after much tossing and turning finally fell into a fitful sleep. Now everything hurt, her feet, her legs...oh sweet Shiva, her legs, her abdomen and her arms and shoulders. Whoever invented exercising was ashaitaan!a demon and should be eviscerated and beheaded by Ma Kali!She thought back to the time spent in the gym, while the actual exercise was kind of fun, the aftermath was not to be tolerated. But then there was the perk of watching Dwayne, watching his beautiful body move, his muscles, his easy grace... now thatshe could get used to, well ... until he began to punch that bag that hung from the ceiling. At first it was an exercise but his demeanor didn't take long to change, and he hit it harder and faster until it appeared as though he no longer saw the bag but something, someone he loathed on a visceral level, hated. He appeared to vibrate with his deep feelings, the vibration transferring into the frenetic blur of the bag, and it almost seemed to darken the room. The intensity had frightened her and she crept out and headed to her quarters to enjoy a warm shower, soaping her worries away and then soothing her skin with some newly obtained lotion which smelled of sandalwood and roses. Bianca was in her room for a while and scanned all the items she had purchased and been gifted to store in her file labeled girly stuff, while Anjali put them away in drawers dedicated for storage. Her quarters were so dull and boring she vowed to find some pretty fabrics to hang on the walls, maybe, and put up some attractive holo-pics.<br/><br/>bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz<br/><br/>A buzzer indicated the end of her sleep cycle, and almost tearing up with frustration Anjali curled up, hugging the blanket.<i>Bite me</i>, thought Anjali and turned towards the wall,<i>I am so <b>not </b>getting up. </i>A few minutes later she heard Bianca's voice over the intercom<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"Crewman Anjali, your sleep cycle has completed yet my data indicates that you are still in your power dock."</span><br/><br/>"Go away, Bianca!"<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"Crewman Anjali, since I am not technically in your proximity I cannot go away. Data indicates that you still remain in your power dock. Protocol requires you to use the waste facility and then report to the Mess for organic fuel."</span><br/><br/>"Bite me, Bianca. Go. Away!"<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"> "Crewman Anjali, I have no mandibles since I do not require them and am therefor unable to comply with your first request, and as mentioned previously, since I am not..."</span><br/><br/>But Anjali had put her pillow over her head and didn't budge, firmly closing her eyes trying to go to sleep again.