Atlas Gym, Monday (7/13)

[notallbluemonks]

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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[hatesparadise]

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.

[notallbluemonks]

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

[hatesparadise]

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.

[notallbluemonks]

"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."

[hatesparadise]

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

[notallbluemonks]

"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?"

[hatesparadise]

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."

[notallbluemonks]

"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."

[hatesparadise]

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

[notallbluemonks]

"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.

[hatesparadise]

"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.

[notallbluemonks]

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."

[hatesparadise]

"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."