Atlas Gym, Sunday

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

Logan had some paperwork to do.

That paperwork was sitting on his desk. The corner of his desk. It was not getting done. Instead he was watching the Nationals play the Orioles on a small TV in his office.

For the record, it wasn't procrastination: it was just plain not doing that part of his job because he hated it. And he was okay with that.

[OOC: If anyone wants to talk to Logan, I'll be away for a few hours doing some work stuff. I'll be back around 5-ish Eastern, give or take. Otherwise, gym's open.]

Comments

The Gym

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

For working out.

Re: The Gym

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

Barney didn't so much work out as wander about, trying to see if there were some women he could invest in on the premises.

Re: The Gym

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

After leading Faith into the sparring area, Logan took his flannel shirt off to leave him in a Hank Pym wifebeater and stretched a little. He didn't get prep time before a fight too often, he was going to take advantage of it.

"Whenever you're ready, darlin'."

Re: The Gym

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith was gonna try not to snicker at the wifebeater. "Think I might be ready whenever you are," she said, pulling two small daggers out of her duffel bag and zipping it shut again. "Warmed up already."

She turned one of the knives in her hand, watching it catch the light. "Unless you wanna start this hand-to-hand?"

Re: The Gym

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

"Nah, if you have those, I don't have to feel bad about having these," Logan said. SNIKT! His claws exposed themselves. "Why hold back?"

Re: The Gym

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith stared for a minute, awed, and then cracked up again. "You are wild," she grinned. "Let's do this."

Crazy guy had knives attached to his hands. That took dedication, right there. Or serious freakin' insanity. Either way, this was gonna be fun.

She darted forward and slashed towards his midsection with one blade.

Re: The Gym

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

Logan stepped to the side, parried with his left claws, and attempted a legsweep. Just because he had the claws out, after all, didn't mean he had to use them.

The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

See Logan.

Re: The Manager's Office

[screwyoumarvel]

After his trip to the park, Steve swung by the gym with a small, cute black pony following him and occasionally trying to bite his pant leg. "Logan," he said. "I know you have some kind of problem with me, but I thought you'd like to see this before it wears off."

Re: The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

"Why do you have a horse?" Logan asked.

Re: The Manager's Office

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve beamed at him. "It's Tony Stark."

Re: The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

Logan stared at the horse.

"And he hasn't put himself out to stud yet?"

Re: The Manager's Office

[screwyoumarvel]

The pony perked up.

"Ew," Steve said faintly. "I don't think there are any mares on the island. Mostly he wants me to give him liquor."

Re: The Manager's Office

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

Unimpressed with the female selection in the place, Barney stopped by the manager's office to complain.

"So tell me, where you hiding all the wannabe hotties?"

Re: The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

Logan looked away from the game and at Barney. The look on his face matched his response. "What?"

Re: The Manager's Office

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

"The girls who need a boost! A little training to help them on their way to becoming the best they can be!" Barney thought this was a rather brilliant ploy.

Re: The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

"I don't have any of those hidden," Logan said. "And if I did, I don't know why you'd think I'd be letting you near my 'hidden hotties'."

Re: The Manager's Office

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith lounged in the doorway of the manager's office, duffel bag of weapons over one shoulder.

"Nice place you got here," she grinned.

Re: The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Logan said. "It pretty much came this way. You ready?"

[OOC: Sorry about the delay. Computer issues led me to saying "fuck it" and going to Wall-E.]

Re: The Manager's Office

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"I'm so ready," Faith laughed. "If you cancelled on me it was gonna kill my weekend."

Okay, maybe not her whole weekend, because she'd installed that stripper pole. Still.

(OOC: Ooooh, Wall-E! How was it? Sorry for the late tag-in to start. Graduation party way-far-away. Ahhh, summer.)

Re: The Manager's Office

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

"Canceling a fight?" Logan scoffed. "You don't know me too well yet. Let's go to the sparring area. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2915665.html?thread=125438801#t125438801)"

[OOC: It was AWESOME.]

OOC

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

I saw the best thing ever at WizardWorld Chicago yesterday: PIMP DADDY VENOM (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/theusual/DSC02356.jpg). That is all.

Re: OOC

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

HOW DID I MISS THIS!?

Re: OOC

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

I saw that about 10 minutes before I left. I have NO CLUE where he came from, but he was AWESOME.

The Venom spider was printed on the back of the coat along with the words "PIMP DADDY VENOM."

IN RHINESTONES.

Re: OOC

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

My faith in humanity is restored. Oh my gosh, that's beautiful.