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fandomtownies2022-10-20 04:46 am
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Atlas Gym; Thursday [10/20].
So, the wedding had come and gone, and Gladio still couldn't get access to a portal back to Eos. There was still no contact via phone with Iris, Ignis, Talcott, or anyone else back home, and it was starting to settle in for Gladio that this actually was a situation where he was stuck here, for....who even knew for how long...
Which was irritating, and frustrating, and honestly enraging, although Gladio was doing well to keep that rage down to a low-burning simmer inside of him, no matter how much it made him want to practically run his voice raw reading the riot act to those gnomes. But he knew they weren't doing it deliberately; if he needed to take it out on anything, it was probably just this damn island.
And he couldn't exactly punch the island. Well, he could, but he'd feel kind of silly about it, and it wouldn't even do much good, probably.
So he was punching the bags at the gym instead, and there was a good chance that they were going to need those bags replaced again by the time he was done with them. Honestly, he wasn't too concerned. Considering the type of people they got around here, they were probably used to it.
And by the time he finally wore himself down to a good level of exhaustion, he breathed out, steadied the pulverized bag, and wiped the sweat from his face and neck with a towel, only to find that several members of the staff were there, clearly waiting for him to finish or take a break, and, once he did, extending out toward him a clipboard and a pen.
"What's this?" he asked, taking it cautiously and looking down at the paper.
"We'd like you to sign that," one of them explained. "We've taken a democratic vote among all of us who work here, and we've decided that we want you to be our new boss."
"What?" All of you were getting such a look now, and Gladio was shoving the clipboard back toward them. "No. I'm not...isn't there already someone else running this place?"
"Yeah," another employee confirmed. "But that guy's the worst. We never even see him. So we all decided to demote him and promote you to the position instead."
"But you guys don't even know me."
"Sure," they agreed easily enough, "but, I mean, just look at you. We already know you'll be in here all the time, anyway."
There was...a pause, and a sigh, and a quiet curse at the island as Gladio shook his head and pulled the clipboard back, taking up the pen. "Okay, fine," he acquiesced, "you're definitely not wrong..."
And, just like that, apparently, Gladio was now running a gym.
Because the universe thought that was hilarious.
Atlas Gym is open!
[[ democratic takeover of Atlas Gym executed with permission! Gladio is now in charge, but standard gym modding continues as before. Feel free to post and mod on any day when a PC employee post is not already up. Gladdy will likely be taking Thursdays, but that's subject to change ]]
Which was irritating, and frustrating, and honestly enraging, although Gladio was doing well to keep that rage down to a low-burning simmer inside of him, no matter how much it made him want to practically run his voice raw reading the riot act to those gnomes. But he knew they weren't doing it deliberately; if he needed to take it out on anything, it was probably just this damn island.
And he couldn't exactly punch the island. Well, he could, but he'd feel kind of silly about it, and it wouldn't even do much good, probably.
So he was punching the bags at the gym instead, and there was a good chance that they were going to need those bags replaced again by the time he was done with them. Honestly, he wasn't too concerned. Considering the type of people they got around here, they were probably used to it.
And by the time he finally wore himself down to a good level of exhaustion, he breathed out, steadied the pulverized bag, and wiped the sweat from his face and neck with a towel, only to find that several members of the staff were there, clearly waiting for him to finish or take a break, and, once he did, extending out toward him a clipboard and a pen.
"What's this?" he asked, taking it cautiously and looking down at the paper.
"We'd like you to sign that," one of them explained. "We've taken a democratic vote among all of us who work here, and we've decided that we want you to be our new boss."
"What?" All of you were getting such a look now, and Gladio was shoving the clipboard back toward them. "No. I'm not...isn't there already someone else running this place?"
"Yeah," another employee confirmed. "But that guy's the worst. We never even see him. So we all decided to demote him and promote you to the position instead."
"But you guys don't even know me."
"Sure," they agreed easily enough, "but, I mean, just look at you. We already know you'll be in here all the time, anyway."
There was...a pause, and a sigh, and a quiet curse at the island as Gladio shook his head and pulled the clipboard back, taking up the pen. "Okay, fine," he acquiesced, "you're definitely not wrong..."
And, just like that, apparently, Gladio was now running a gym.
Because the universe thought that was hilarious.
Atlas Gym is open!
[[ democratic takeover of Atlas Gym executed with permission! Gladio is now in charge, but standard gym modding continues as before. Feel free to post and mod on any day when a PC employee post is not already up. Gladdy will likely be taking Thursdays, but that's subject to change ]]