fandomtownies | Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

"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."

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"I heard," Nate said, rubbing the back of his head in a way that implied that he desperately hoped he wasn't going to turn into an animal one of these days. "Wonder if he got home..."

"I'd assume he did," Wade replied with a careless shrug. "Handwavily and all that."

"And I believe you broke Minsc," Nate continued, casting a look thataways. "So that leaves you with me."

"Which would be why I invited you..." Wade prompted, seriously beginning to question Nate's sanity.

"Just taking stock," Nate assured him. "This is my one shot at Fight Club."

"Wait, you're not coming back?"

"I have Jan at home," he pointed out. "It'd have to be fairly convincing to keep me."

"...and you didn't bring her because...?"

Nate eyed him. "We're in a room full of people beating the shit out of each other," he said, "It didn't seem prudent."

"There could be a playpen area," Wade insisted. "Are you gonna play hermit again?"

"You want me to ask Tyler and Ghanima to put in a playpen?"

Okay, a little amused, now. "Might as well invite Zoe..."

"Have you actually talked to either of them before?"

Nate shot him another look. "It hasn't been necessary."

"Weeeeell, maybe you should before you decide these things," Wade said, wandering toward the mats.

"I think it was your suggestion," Nate said, dryly, but he took one look around the room before doing much the same.

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