Atlas Gym | Friday

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John's phone was blowing up with people bugging him about the holidays.

It was weird.

He'd never really given any thought to making plans or going anywhere. Atlantis wasn't an option, family was awkward, and crashing with friends was more fun when done at random. And with alcohol and sex, not egg nog and sleepy old people. Rather than call anyone back, John would just hang out at the gym front desk and play solitaire on the computer, phone tucked far from reach in a back pocket.

At least he had a special snuggie gift thanks to the island. Blanket with sleeves? Best idea ever.

[OCD eaten by the mass destruction that plagued my dreams.]

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[solo_sword]

This week was being spent doing a lot of time training, so of course Jaina was here. Though she couldn't resist a little smile in the direction of the front desk when she came by. "Yet another place I'm not used to seeing you much."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"You should come in more often, then," John told her, being as he was handwavily at the gym each and every day. "Unless you're breaking in at night and then I say by all means continue, it might give credence to the ghost rumor I keep trying to start up."

[solo_sword]

"I am in at weird times some days," she conceded. "Though good idea as it is, now I can't break in at night because you'll know it's me. Ruins the fun."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like you're in need of a new hobby," John told her.

[solo_sword]

"Very possibly. The old ones don't seem to work," she said. "Any ideas?"