<strong>Day 1 - 09:50ish Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sofie had to sit in the deepest part, well away from Maira, and sort of scrunch down to get her body under the intensely hot water.  Her knees were almost poking out of the surface near her chin.  As Maira spoke, Sofie watched her face, noting the way it seemed to flicker back and forth from one expression to the next as she spoke to her spirits.  Or invisible friends.  Or herself.  Whatever they were.  She couldn't be insane; Starfleet would have caught that long ago and gotten the girl help.  So if she wasn't mad, maybe it was something else.  Maira certainly seemed to believe the spirits were real.  It was as if she was praying and getting immediate feedback from her belief system.<br/><br/>After a minute's soaking up the heat, Sofie moved to the opposite side and rested her arms along the rim, letting her lower body relax.  The density of her muscle guaranteed her legs and torso didn't try to float up.<br/><br/>"You may not," Sofie said firmly.  "It's pronounced Doortje," she said, enunciating it clearly.  "Off duty, if it troubles you, call me Sofie as it pleases you or not."  There was no rancor in her tone, but it was clear that's the way it was going to be.  "It's nice to meet you, Maira Snowpaw.  All of you," she added and gave a brief, somewhat forced smile.  "Phoenix is my first posting from the Academy."<br/><br/>"How many of you are there?" she asked and leaned forward, looking engaged for the first time.<br/><br/>