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Atlas Gym, Monday (12/28)

It was shaping up to be a fairly quiet day at the gym, at least if the first fifteen minutes of Beau's shift -- shockingly devoid of her chatty nemesis from the spin class -- were going to be an indicator of how everything else was going to go from there.

And that was just fine with her.

She did her usual quick walkthrough of the facility, making sure nothing was broken or about to be broken, randomly turned into food (that hadn't happened in a while, and wow, she hoped she didn't just jinx it by realizing that), or inexplicably and drastically out of place. It all looked good so far, and she wasn't going to have to figure out how to get a rowing machine down from the ceiling, so after her usual ludicrous amount of reps she settled in behind the desk for a while.

Looking through a college class catalog. Shut up. She had to know shit if she was going to be like a super secret Cobalt Soul agent eventually, okay, and why not take advantage of having all the different perspectives that came from being in a different world?

So definitely that political science class, and was it going to be a bad idea if she tried to take Argument and Debate? Probably. Understanding how trade routes worked and shit would be a good idea too, so International Business could be a thing? And then that Library Science class was completely going to happen, and... this list would be out of control in ten minutes, and paring it down to a manageable number of credits was going to hurt.

Sigh. This was what happened when she let her nerd side roam free.

[OOC: Gym/post open! On the upside, I'm working from home today. On the downside, that means my time gets monitored more closely, so... the usual SP will probably ensue.

Also hey, official animated recaps of my very, uh, voluminous canon are gonna be a thing! Look at this bite-sized cartoon intro of the M9. LOOK AT IT. IT'S SO CUTE.]

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The soon to be Monday regular Radchaai showed up later that morning.

"No dog today?"

Asking if it got crushed under some weights would probably just reinforce Beau's perception of her as someone that felt no concern for animals, and that it bothered Seivarden to be perceived as that.

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Beau threw her head back and sighed very loudly. "Oh, you're back," she grumbled, like she hadn't already noted Seivarden's fairly regular appearances.

"Yeah, he's home for now. I might go get him later, if he starts getting all restless."

She rolled her eyes throughout that entire statement, for the record.

This was starting to get funny, and Seivarden didn't hold back a smile.

"I just worried you had got him crushed in the cable machine."

If Beau were just a little less insecure... but no. It was still pretty easy to goad her into this stuff.

"Fuck no! I'm not, like, a shitty pet owner, okay?"

Little defensive there? Yeah. She didn't enjoy the reminder of all the times while growing up that she'd tried to bargain for a pet and got told she couldn't be trusted to take care of one anyway.

"It was a joke," Seivarden said, immediately realising that it was a very bad joke.

"Yeah," Beau said slowly, backing down just a bit, "might want to work on the delivery there, you know?"

Because she hadn't misinterpreted anything. Nope.

"Pretty sure he'd just like blink out of danger, anyway, it's kind of what he does."

"Sensible dog," Seivarden observed, then continued: "And I should get some exercise done."

"Yeah, it's a gym, not a fuckin' bar," Beau said dryly. "Except for sometimes when this place is being weird and then it's -- never mind."

"And then the gym machines try to eat you?" Seivarden suggested.

"Or they're turning to food," Beau grumbled. "Or there was that random-ass time with the breakfast buffet."

"At least I won't eat them," Seivarden said. "What about the breakfast buffet?"

"Fuck if I know, man." Beau shrugged broadly. "But it was pretty funny to watch the trendy dieters freak out at all the carbs."

She paused.

"Good bacon, I remember that."

"You ate it?"

Seivarden was a bit picky with randomly appearing food.

Beau just looked at her, almost appalled that this was even a question.

"Uh, yeah. Bacon."

"That showed up randomly. You don't know where it's from."

Seivarden felt that was important.

"Fair," Beau conceded. "But if this place really wanted to kill me, it probably would have done that way before now."

"But in terms of dying, food poisoning seems a bit..."

She gestured with her hand.

"Undignified?" Beau suggested, then huffed in what was almost mild amusement. "Sure, but where I come from, our rations on the road are way sketchier, so I might have built up some resistance."

She paused.

"That's not how it works, I know. Relative cultural thing though."

Another pause.

"Pretty sure you'd refuse to believe my world has even heard of culture, though."

"Most places has some kind of culture," Seivarden said.

It was whether it was civilised or not it mattered, although that had become more complicated lately.

Beau nodded, because oh right, it was the civilization thing that she had a thing about.

"You'd probably hate it there, anyway," she said in a tone that mildly suggested she might be amusing herself picturing it.

"Why do you say that?"

Seivarden considered herself a lot less judgemental these days, although Breq might say that perhaps not as much as she thought.

"Technology's not really a thing there," Beau offered. "Maybe some magic-powered clockwork shit, but that's ... mostly reserved for the Empire's war machines."

She should probably check on how things were going on that front, come to think of it.

Seivarden paused.

"I admit, that does sound terrible. Do you even have tea?"

Beau thought of Caduceus, and then just started laughing.

"Yeah, we do. And it isn't even all made from dead people. Well, technically..."

"I just hope you're trying to make fun of me," Seivarden snorted.

"Sadly, not entirely," Beau informed her. "I've got this friend, Caduceus? His family are like, caretakers for this really old graveyard, and he makes tea out of the plants that grow on the graves. Supposedly the flavors have something to do with what kinds of people the plants grew on."

"That's..." completely uncivilised.

Seivarden looked almost horrified.

"That sounds like you would need a purification ritual after drinking it."

"It's pretty fuckin' good, honestly."

Beau just smirked a bit.

"Anyway, like he says, all plants are sort of technically grown from dead people. And things."

"Thank you for letting me know never to drink any tea you might offer," Seivarden said. "There's a difference between a tea plantation and a grave, after all."

"If the graves are old enough, though... like can you really tell the difference?"

Beau was just being a pain, now.

"I hope you know how terrible that sounds," Seivarden replied, suspecting Beau was indeed trying to be annoying.

"Yep." The deliberate smirk said that Beau was definitely trying to be annoying. "Still accurate, though. It's good fuckin' tea, anyway. Your loss."

Yeah, she was sure Seivarden would be really sad about that. Sure.

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