Atlas Gym, Monday (2/11)

[notallbluemonks]

The heavy punching bag that Liam had broken a few days ago was fixed now, Beau noticed when she came in; still, she took a few extra minutes to check all the bags, make sure they were all securely fastened and good to go.

The bags were fine, the treadmills were fine, the stair climbers and bikes and weight machines were fine . . . and then she got to the free weight racks, and found that about any space on the racks that wasn't already taken up by weight plates was now occupied by bagels of various sizes.

"Really?" she asked, rubbing at the bridge of her nose like she could feel the impending headache. No response.

Well. At least the ellipticals weren't made of bread today, and people could probably get a free continental breakfast before they left? So that was something.

[[Post and gym are oooooopen.]]

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[throughaphase]

Kitty was really trying to work her schedule so that she could start getting back to the gym regularly, and maybe the day after the time change was not the day to do that?

"Well, that's new," she noted, seeing the bagels. "...also counterproductive."

[notallbluemonks]

Beau rolled her eyes and flung her hands up in a broad 'I give up' kind of shrug.

"Yeah, I don't know either. They're not bad though."

[throughaphase]

"Important question: is there cream cheese anywhere?" Kitty wondered.

[notallbluemonks]

"Good fucking question," Beau replied, snapping her fingers.

She wandered off for a minute or so, and there was a muffled exclamation of "Ha!" she came back out with a smug expression on her face and several tubs of whipped cream cheese in each hand.

"They were in the fridge. Probably just appeared there too, since I don't remember seeing them before."

Were there napkins and plasticware, though? That was the next question. They'd probably manifested somewhere in here too, if the pattern continued.

[throughaphase]

"Better there than stashed on top of the towels or something," Kitty said. "Thanks, island, I guess."

[notallbluemonks]

"I don't even ask any more," Beau said right as she noticed a box of plastic knives sitting atop a stack of paper plates on one of the vault walls of her parkour course. "Like I thought all the free food was suspicious, but it hasn't killed me yet, so why not?"

[throughaphase]

"Or when random drinks pour from the faucets," Kitty added. "Sure, by the end of the day your body is crying for water, but if all you have is egg nog..."

[notallbluemonks]

"The egg nog was good shit," Beau drawled. "Anyway. You here to use the gym or for breakfast? Or both, whatever, but if you eat first and get cramps that's on you."

She was so helpful.

[throughaphase]

"Gym. Maybe breakfast afterwards, like a reward," Kitty said. "Like, 'here I win for going even when I didn't sleep and don't know what time it is.'"

[notallbluemonks]

"There you go, that works." Beau gestured at her with the box of plastic cutlery."Gotta sayI don't see the point of the time change thing, though."

Not like clocks were really a thing in Exandria.

"What is that about, to fuck with people?"

[throughaphase]

"I think originally it was so farmers could make better use of daylight, but there are way fewer farmers now, and also I think the people who can change it are just more stubborn," Kitty said.

[notallbluemonks]

". . . sure," said Beau, who still didn't really get the point of DST or why time had to be an official sanctioned kind of thing anyway. "Plus I mean, like, electricity and shit, so at this point it's basically just an official pain in the ass, that's what I'm getting. I remember you. From Caritas, right? Like right after I got here."

[throughaphase]

"Yep. Kitty," she said. "I run things over there, and sometimes I show up in the daylight."

[notallbluemonks]

"That's not like a vampire thing, right?" She'd met Eric, so she had to check. "Fjord never mentioned that his boss was a vampire, so . . ."

[throughaphase]

"No, that seems to be the other bar," Kitty said. "I just have a four-month-Old and need to get out more."

[notallbluemonks]

A strange look crossed Beau's face for a moment before she settled into a vaguely disinterested expression and nodded. "New kid, huh? Kind of thing that eats up all your time. So I hear, anyway."

[throughaphase]

"She's an adorable timesuck," Kitty confirmed. "I'm trying g to start making things like the gym into a habit again. For he first day I'm doing really well."

[notallbluemonks]

"Maybe that's why the bagels showed up, then," Beau decided. "Low key welcome back party or something. Kind of counterproductive though, maybe."

[throughaphase]

"I mean, it is mostly to keep me active, and carbs do feel like a good incentive," she reasoned. "At least while they're here this week."

[notallbluemonks]

"Just as long as you don't count on it as a weekly thing. Ah, hell, you've been here longer than I have, you'd know." Beau found an open countertop to start laying things out on. "You know what kind of routine you want to do? Just asking, 'cause like . . . I'm supposed to be helpful here."

Beauregard. This is your boss's wife you're talking to here. Maybe try and make a better impression?

[throughaphase]

Eh, several of Kitty's employees hadn't made it in for moooo this. She was pretty lenient.

"I'm a cardio girl, with some light weights," she answered. "I'm pretty easy."

[notallbluemonks]

"Good thing all the weights are still here then," Beau said, glaring idly over at the bagels. "I counted, none of them turned into bread or anything."

[throughaphase]

Kitty paused, and tilted her head. "Do you think five pound weights would turn into five pound bagels?"

Just curious.

[notallbluemonks]

"I didn't really weigh them or anything," Beau said, eyeing some of the particularly large bagels, "but hypothetically, sure?"

It was pretty dense bread after all.

"You're not gonna, like, eat them while you work out with them, are you?"

[throughaphase]

Kitty laughed. "No. I don't think I could. Though I can imagine other people doing it."

Bros. Definitely Bros.

[notallbluemonks]

"I was kind of thinking about doing that myself," said Beau, which did not disprove the previous narrative at all, to be honest. "Weights aren't really my thing though, so fuck it, I'll just eat after my workout."

She inclined her head in the general direction of the parkour course.

[throughaphase]

"That's your thing?" Kitty said, looking over. "Not bad."

[notallbluemonks]

"Part of it," Beau said, and she looked a little too pleased with herself. "The fun part, though. One of them."

[throughaphase]

"Is this a thing where working at the gym really just helps you get to your workouts?" Kitty asked. Not judging, either. Respect.

[notallbluemonks]

"Pretty much," Beau said, with no shame whatsoever about it. "Pretty much the only job I could take where I wouldn't have to pretend to give a shit, too, so, y'know."

The only one she'd admit to, anyway.

"'cause I'm into booze, but I can't be drinking it on the job, so . . ."

[throughaphase]

"As a bar manager, thank you for knowing that," Kitty said lightly.

[notallbluemonks]

"I might've learned that one the hard way," Beau said, shrugging. "You see some interesting shit growing up at a winery. It's fine, I can just annoy Fjord and make him get me drinks instead."