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fandomtownies2018-03-22 02:54 pm
1000yearstoolate) wrote in fandomtownies2018-03-22 02:54 pm
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Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon
Seivarden hadn't done much in the way of exercise since waking up in the suspension pod. About half of that time she had spent on drugs, not really caring to eat properly. She was in a better state than she had been since arriving in Fandom, but she was by no means as fit as she once had been, and considering that this place was regularly invaded, she felt some exercise would be good.
Also, she was bored and frustrated. That should have brought her here before, probably.
Looking around the gym, the equipment was unfamiliar, but the signs with illustrations were helpful, and then there were heavy things, which were heavy things in most places, even if shaped differently.
It was just that everything felt a lot heavier than she remembered. And she had to stop and catch her breath a lot. Should anyone listen they would hear plenty of curses worthy of a Radchaai historical entertainment.
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Also, she was bored and frustrated. That should have brought her here before, probably.
Looking around the gym, the equipment was unfamiliar, but the signs with illustrations were helpful, and then there were heavy things, which were heavy things in most places, even if shaped differently.
It was just that everything felt a lot heavier than she remembered. And she had to stop and catch her breath a lot. Should anyone listen they would hear plenty of curses worthy of a Radchaai historical entertainment.
[open!]