Atlas Gym | Thursday

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There was altogether too much current pop music piped into Atlas on a regular day.

To fix this, Dimitri spent a good twenty minutes fiddling with the overly complicated radio machine to force some 80s tunes out of it before feeling he could go about his day.

And it was a very busy day. Clearly. He'd gotten a new novel and was lounging at the front desk, flipping through the pages at a leisurely rate.

[Open, if OCD-free]

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Anakin had gotten his ass handed to him by a sixty-something version of his kid on Sunday. If you thought he wasn't going to be living in the gym from here on out, you didn't know him very well.

He stalked in through the doors and headed immediately for the punching bags. Mmm. Catharsis.