Atlas Gym, Monday (5/6)

[notallbluemonks]

Yeah, yeah, she should still be taking it easy, but Beau was still convinced that all you really needed to fix most injuries was a good solid eight hours of sleep. Though, for some reason, that didn't seem to work as well here as she thought she recalled it doing back home.

So, fine. No parkour course for her today, since she'd gotten as far as the first vault and ended up letting out a string of blistering swear words in a mix of Common and Halfling, and maybe a tiny bit of Deep Speech mixed up in there. She wasn't even going after the heavy bag.

Instead, Beau was on the treadmill, just so she could keep moving, keeping to a leisurely walking pace and looking like she wanted to climb the walls. Figuratively and literally, that was true.

. . . no, really. She was working. Seriously.

[OOC: Gym/post are open! I will never not laugh about the way the D&D long rest mechanic would work in real-world practice, okay?]

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[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto had actually been in the gym fairly early that morning, coming in with a focus and determination to get in as much work as he possibly could with those punching bags before he needed to hit up his two workshops for the day. He'd even cut his usual morning jog short just to come in and get more out of it, with a careful eye on the clock all the while so he had time to get back to the dorms, get to his workshops, and then once his workshops were over....guess who was coming right back in.

Sure, there was a gym with this sort of stuff up at the school, too, but his classmates and frields were up there, too. Coming in and using the gym in town significantly cut down the risk of running into any of them. Right now, he just...sort of wanted to work in peace. Well. Peace was definitely not the word for it. He was distracted but driven, clearly possessed by trying to beat out all the daemons that still clung to him from last that he was pretending weren't there.

He'd ran because he didn't have his guns. And, well, because of Norman, too, and because Vette and Sidon were Vette and Sidon and both told him to go get help, but it was mostly because he didn't have his guns and he wasn't any good at fighting if he didn't have his guns and that was clearly a problem. If he'd have had more confidence in himself, without guns, then maybe...maybe things would have turned out differently.

So that had to change. And so he was here, again, letting his classes be the only thing that got in the way of pretty much spending all day reminding himself that he could fight, he just needed to get better and more confident at it, and holy crap, he had a lot of work to do, and he reluctantly allowed himself a few breaks for water or to towel the sweat off his face, but if he stopped for too long, he'd lose that energy, lose that momentum, so it would be right back to it, and any exhaustion or pain that was starting to set in was clearly just a reminder of how badly he needed this.