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Atlas Gym, Monday (7/13)

Beau couldn't say she wasn't glad last week was over with. Not so much for the laundry issue -- she'd gone for weeks without having any proper laundry done while on the road with the Mighty Nein, which also meant constantly being spattered with blood (a lot of it her own) and various weird bits of goop and viscera, so this was kind of nothing in comparison. The heat, though? That had been pretty much torture for someone who'd grown up accustomed to the constant chill of western Wynandir.

So despite the fact that all her currency had changed overnight and there were a few unexpected things like a stone axe, about 99 clumps of weeds, and a ladder in her pockets, this was a welcome change as far as she was concerned. She'd shaken an entire home pullup bar apparatus out of a tree on her way here, and that made no sense whatsoever but Beau wasn't going to complain about that.

(... it fit in her pockets, too, which was both hilarious and unsettling. Jester's enchanted pink haversack couldn't quite accommodate anything that big.)

Though the cheery, soothing music that kept playing, even here in the gym, miiiiiiiiight make her reconsider how much of a welcome change this really was after a while.

[OOC: I liiiiiiiiiiiive. Post is open!]

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And in walked a deer.

This deer was on his hind legs, checking out all the equipment with a sort of vague interest.

Beau nodded in the deer's direction, although she was kind of distracted by the lump of clay she'd just pulled out of her pocket. That was more Caleb's kind of thing.

"'sup," she called, still poking at the clay.

Were all the bipedal, clothed animals weird to her? Only in the sense that they were kind of alarmingly cute and it was unsettling.

"Aw, are you feeling lonely?" Beau asked. "Well, what do you want to chat about, saltlick?"

Well, that was one way to get her attention.

Because now Beau was squinting at him, hard. Not in a threatening way! Just a confused, albeit surly, one.

"... what did you just call me?"

"Saltlick!" Totes normal. "I'm Beau, what's your name?"

Aaaaaand cue the extra perplexed staring, to go with the squinting!

"I'm Beau," she said. "Not saying I have a monopoly on the name, though. 'Saltlick' is a weird choice for a nickname, by the way. I feel kinda like that presumes a familiarity we definitely don't have."

"I could give you a different nickname," he offered. "Like cupcake. Can I call you cupcake?"

"Do I look like a cupcake?"

More than you like to think, Beau, yes.

"I just ... I don't think we're like to the nickname level of acquaintance yet," she added, shrugging. "With how you literally just walked in here a few minutes ago."

"Okay, hmmm... What's your favorite hobby? Something you like doing more than anything?"

You were going to be friends, Beau.

"... I mean, that wasn't an invitation or anything," Beau objected, even though people deciding they were going to be friends whether she liked it or not was a thing that kept happening to her. (And she didn't honestly mind that much.)

And then she answered the question anyway.

"Fighting and traveling," she said a little reluctantly.

... this was where you were supposed to ask 'How about you?" or something like that, Beauregard.

"Fighting and traveling! I've never done that. It sounds fun!"

It wouldn't go well!

"I only just traveled here."

"Yeah, you don't strike me as the fighting type," said Beau, unable to keep from sounding amused. And she didn't even know about his fondness for naps. "Traveling, though. It's fun. Definitely recommend it. Where exactly did you -- and all the new people wandering around this week, I'm assuming -- travel from?"

"All over! Sometimes you need a change of pace," Beau explained. "Camping here has been so much fun, I might just stay!"

Telling the truth for a day didn't seem like it would be stressful except how it very much was. Hence Danny going to the gym to take some of that frustration out on a heavy bag.

Yeah, he was going to ignore the deer. And make a serious mental note to go hunt down a goddamn therapist if he was going to end up stuck here for an extended period of time.

He did, however, nod in greeting to the human in the gym. "You new?"

Asked the new guy.

Yeah, when you had a tendency to be a compulsive liar like Beau did, those days were no fun.

"Are you new?" she shot back, ever so maturely

Danny paused, working his way through the horrible image of his nephew as a woman for a moment there.

"Yeah," he replied, gesturing broadly like here he was. Being new.

"Well, the weird shit hasn't chased you off yet, so ..." Beau gave him a scrutinizing side-eye glance. "Congrats. Maybe. Not sure if that's a congratulations or a condolences thing. That kinda varies."

"Condolences," Danny replied with a grumpy, grumpy sigh. "I'm stuck here."

"That happens, yeah." Beau, that nonchalant tone you were going for made it sound like you were totally unsympathetic. Which was not the case.

She wasn't totally unsympathetic.

"You get, like, randomly yanked here out of your world, or what?"

So, basically like everyone on this hellscape of an island? At least there weren't any pineapples here. Just cherries, apples, peaches, oranges, pears, and coconuts. You know. The usual stuff.

"Pretty much," Danny replied dryly. "Because sentient, abduction happy islands just weren't on my list of things to watch out for."

"I mean ..." Beau spread her hands and shrugged. "Does anybody expect that, really? 'Cause, like, same. I mean, ending up here by surprise and shit."

"Is there a club?" There should be a club. It would involve a lot of drinking.

"That's probably like half the island anyway," Beau noted. "So like ... probably just the bars? In an unofficial capacity. An actual club seems way too formal."

So yes. A lot of drinking.

"Well, if it's the formality that's the issue," Danny replied, taping his hands up in between using them as god intended for every Irish-Italian person, i.e., gesturing broadly to express the point being made.

Beau snorted, but eyed the taping-up business with some interest. Not quite as elaborate as the cloth strips she used to wrap her hands and forearms, but not everybody went around expecting to have to fight all the time. Weirdly.

"Just so you know, man, if you break one of the punching bags I will charge your ass for the repairs," she said, "but you also wouldn't be the first. Or the last, probably."

"No, no. I've met that guy," Danny huffed. Also, just because Danny was blonde and vaguely Dorito shaped, didn't mean anything. Steve had a good eight inches on him, the schmuck. "Normal punching here. Just normal stuff."

Liam’s day had been... well. It had certainly been A Day, so far. At least hitting up the gym was nice and routine amongst all the whatever.

“Hey, Beau,” he greeted.

"'sup, Liam," Beau replied, nodding at him with considerably more enthusiasm than most patrons got from her. "This week is a fuckin' trip, am I right?"

“It’s definitely something,” Liam agreed. “Though I’ll take it over whatever was happening last week.” There was a reason he’d skipped town for most of it.

"Yeah, that was kind of bullshit," Beau grumbled. "This is just ... aggressively cute. And full of discovering random weird shit in my pockets."

"I had to swim to shore this morning," Liam grumbled. And then: "I fell out of a tiny seaplane."

Because that explained so much.

"One of the ones we suddenly have down by the beach?" Beau asked, not smirking that much, okay. "Also is it just me, or are there, like, a lot of bubbles in the water lately?"

"It's not just you," Liam confirmed. "I'm kinda tempted to go back out there and check them out."

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