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Atlas Gym, Monday (1/11)

Everything in the building seemed to be in order this morning -- Beau was having a hard time believing that was the case, unsurprisingly, but after a second and third inspection the equipment was all in working order and where it should be, there weren't any plumbing issues in the locker rooms, and the bottled water hadn't turned into grape soda or anything like that.

Honestly, it was kind of annoying. Even her morning spin class nemesis was managing a non-obnoxious level of existence, which might be throwing her more than anything.

Anyway, if anybody needed Beau she'd either be hitting the parkour course (which kept getting more and more advanced in tiny increments as her own technique improved; some of the jumps seemed to be really pushing it, distance-wise, and some of the timing-related elements had a sliver at best of a margin for error) or at the desk, trying to get the jump on some of her class reading.

The parkour course was nice to have for those inevitable moments where she got annoyed or bored with the reading and had to go work off some steam. So were the training dummies, for that matter.

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Seivarden could go to the gym some other day of the week, and ~~handwavily~~ she did, but for some reason Mondays was a really good day.

Actually, she felt that she did have a good reason after this weekend, although things hadn't been terrible for her, especially since she had a roommate who was helpful even as a child ~~I assume~~.

"You seem to have a lot of energy," she said to Beau as she headed towards the weights section.

Beau was in the middle of leaping across one of the longer jumps on the course at the time, so an answer would have to wait until she found a good stopping point; her Step of the Wind was going to be necessary on this jump, and when she tapped into her ki to give her that extra boost to span the gap, it almost looked for a moment like she was being carried across on a gust.

"Yeah, that's pretty much me all the time," she said, dropping into a crouch on top of the platform where she'd landed.

Seivarden made a gesture with her hand. "Yes, I suppose I've noticed. You're working at the right place."

She walked over to the barbells.

"Is jumping on things something you do just for fun?"

Beau rolled her eyes. "Not just for fun." Even though she was damn proud of her core strength, thanks. "It's actually fuckin' useful for what I actually do."

"What do you actually do?"

If Beau had ever told her, it had been two years ago.

Beau just grinned, slowly and widely and in an incredibly obnoxious way.

"Yeah, that's a good fuckin' question, isn't it?"

There was... clearly no further answer coming. Some information was best kept as bargaining material.

"It is," Seivarden agreed with an amused snort. Was it something embarrassing or was she just being obnoxious?

Nah. Nothing embarrassing, if you took Beau's relaxed and even kind of smug demeanor as an indication.

Also you didn't go around announcing that you were in training to be like a secret agent or a spy.

"So why ruin a good thing?" Beau ran along the edge of the platform and did a forward somersault down to land with both feet on a narrow railing. "Enjoy the mystery."

Seivarden couldn't hold back a grin. "I didn't realise you were aiming for being mysterious."

"I mean, I wasn't trying, it just sort of comes naturally," Beau replied breezily, as she ran along the railing, leapt toward the next wall, and scrambled up it.

"Mysterious isn't the first impression you give," Seivarden observed.

She could think of better words.

"Yeah, no, I save that for the people I like," Beau said, again with the irritating grin.

Seivarden began adding weights to one of the barbells.

"I'm glad to know I don't have to be worried, then."

She mostly looked amused.

"Yep." Beau dove to grab a horizontal bar, swung herself under and through it, then went into a roll as she hit the mats. "You can just live in the bliss of not having to know about it, ever."

Seivarden just grinned as she finished with the weights.

"I'll just have to deal with the snarky attitude."

Which was a lot better than Beau ever deciding to be mysterious at her, not that she thought that was ever going to happen.

"Oh no. Whatever will you do," Beau said dryly before going into a quick series of vaults.

“Hey!” Liam greeted as he made his way into the gym later in the afternoon. “Think I’ve got something that belongs to you.”

Oh good, Beau needed a break from this particularly long-winded and boring chapter anyway. (That wasn't any different from her last school experience, but the fact that she could take a break, because her time wasn't being strictly regimented and monitored any more, made a much bigger difference than she'd anticipated.)

"Oh no," she said lightly, looking up from her laptop and her books. "'sup, Liam."

"Spent my weekend wrangling tiny people," Liam told her with a grin. "It was pretty great." In no small part because it meant he hadn't been tiny-fied this time around.

"It was pretty great," Beau repeated in the same disbelieving tone as she'd use if Jester had just announced that she was swearing off pastries forever. "How are you not inhaling coffee right now?"

"Well, for one, I don't drink coffee," Liam reminded her. "Two, I don't need as much sleep as most people. Three, I got to spoil the hell out of my kid. Four, I also got to be entertained by the antics of my tiny, adorable wife- okay, my wife who was even tinier and more adorable than usual," he amended after a moment. "So, I did pretty good."

"Congratulations, I guess," Beau said, not even willing to be that sarcastic about it because it was nice to see him so cheerful. "So wait, what was this about having something of mine?"

Liam dug the throwing star out of his pocket. "This one of yours?" he asked.

Sure, when Verity had brought it to him it had been a plastic throwing star, but it had still looked familiar enough that Liam had a feeling about who it belonged to.

Beau reached out to take the star, snorting a laugh when she got a good look at it. It wasn't one of her cool fancy ones that Amaya had made, but just a simple triangular piece of bladed steel.

"Yeah, that's one of the set that Yasha and Caleb got for me in Zadash," she said, grinning faintly at the memory. Because she knew you'd had something to do with it despite claiming otherwise, Yasha. "I was wondering if I was short one."

"Glad to help," Liam said. "I've also got a pretty solid collection of rocks and sticks now if you need an 'impervised' weapon."

"I'm pretty good with the stick I have," Beau said, with a little grin because ~~it's the 3-year anniversary of the premiere so I get to be as nostalgic as possible~~ she couldn't help remembering how she'd been an ass to Yasha back when she was trying to check their weapons at the carnival. Can I keep my stick? "Also, my fists are apparently ghost-punching weapons now."

"... Wonder if that would've worked against the ghost horses?" Liam said.

What were their lives that this was just... a sentence that could be said.

"Oh, fuck," Beau said after a moment. "That's a really good fuckin' question that I both do and don't want the answer to."

"Still, that's really good to know, if we ever get invaded by something more on the spirit side of things again," Liam said. "I know who I'm hiding behind."

Liam, you were easily one of the tallest goddamn people on this island. There really wasn't anyone you could conceivably hide behind.

Beau just looked up at him, her pierced eyebrow creeping almost all the way up to her hairline.

"What?" he asked, all feigned innocence.

"If we really do end up in a ghost-invasion sort of situation," Beau told him, "I'm going to blame you for inviting it, you realize that."

Liam shrugged. "Look, you could string literally any random combination of things together and chances are we'll get invaded by it," he pointed out.

"Which means the possibilities are more or less endless," Beau countered, "and a repeat would be boring."

She said, like she didn't look forward to some yearly events around here.

"I dunno, I wouldn't mind having a female body for a few days again," Liam said with a shrug. "That was fun."

"I know, right?"

Beau. Please don't smirk like that.

"Gross." Liam said, in response to her expression, even though... she was not wrong.

"In my expert opinion, I think you mean fucking awesome," Beau retorted.

Still smirking.

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