Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

[tyler_gone]

"Well, most of you are looking refreshingly back to your original shapes," Ghanima said crisply. "I hope many of you enjoyed your second or third childhoods, and many congratulations on not managing to kill each other with the nerf toys last week."

"Being back to normal means no ball pit this week," Tyler added. "I know. I'm crushed, too. Welcome to Fight Club. Rules are posted over there, and if this is your first week sign in and let us know what your level is."

"Like last time, we'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be over by the beginner mats for the first bit," Ghanima stated. "Now, you and you. You two. And you two too." She turned to Tyler, smiling brightly. "Care to pick the last victims?"

"You know the way to my heart, Ghanima," Tyler joshed, and looked over the group for a long moment. "You, hiding in the back, and you by the padding. And both of you. And that makes five sets. Go forth and punch."

[Preplayed with atreideslioness. Up early for SP, wait a sec for OCD.]

Comments

Re: Beginner Mats

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He knew how to throw a punch, really. But it never hurt to be better at throwing a punch. So... here's Jack. Trying not to feel too awkward about learning from that Crazy Royalties professor.

Re: Beginner Mats

[atreideslioness]

"Relax," Ghanima stated crisply, eyes sharp as she looked him over. Training the younglings meant she was letting Jessica ride shotgun at the forefront of her Other Memory, and some of her grandmother's sharp edges were bleeding through into Ghanima's actions. "If you're tense, you've already lost."

Re: Beginner Mats

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack shook his shoulders a bit. "Okay. I'm relaxed." He was. Slightly.