Atlas Gym; Tuesday [03/14].

[sword_chocobro]

Things seemed to be running pretty smoothly at the gym that day, which sort of just had Gladio wondering what was going to break down in some spectacular way later, but, for the time being, he was just going to enjoy that fact that nothing seemed to demand a lot of attention, most of his paperwork or whatever other boss-type stuff needed doing was done, and use a little bit of his extra time to get in some extra work in the weight room.

And maybe already looking forward to whatever leftovers Specs might be bringing back from the diner after his first day today. Because, yeah, that was definitely always a problem at their place, a lack of good food, right?

Atlas is open!

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[anomaly_research_nerd]

Was a very not-usually-athletically-minded visitor something that would disrupt that relaxation? Cuz you were getting one such visitor wandering in now Gladio. Lucky you!

"Hey, Gladio... right?" Connor said as he walked in, trying not to totally look as out of place as he felt.

[sword_chocobro]

A new face at the gym would always be a welcome sight. This man wasn't going to be fully satisfied until everyone was a gym bro.

"Uh, yeah," said Gladio with maybe a touch of pride and the faint grin of someone who always did appreciate the fact that he was pretty easily picked out of a crowd. "That's me."

He squinted a little at Connor, lifting a finger that seemed to be pointing out that his name was at the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't quite there yet, though he definitely recognized this guy from out and about. "Might have to help me out a little, though, with yours."

[anomaly_research_nerd]

That was fair. Gladio was very recognizable. Connor was very much not. Unless he was being chansed by a T-rex or velociraptor... but that didn't seem to be a common occurrence in Fandom, thankfully.

"Ah, I'm Connor" he said with a small nod.

[sword_chocobro]

Something like that could honestly make for a good treadmill sim, though, really!

"Connor," Gladio repeated, with a nod back in a grin. "That's right. Good to see ya. Looking to get started on a good workout routine?"

[anomaly_research_nerd]

"Interested in giving it a shot, yeah. Lot more laid back around here than back home so, kinda been letting that side of things slack off a bit," he said with a small grin.

He was never one to be called buff but he was far from scrawny so he at least had something to work with.

"Figured now was as good a time as any to try and get into a better routine with things."

And that had absolutely nothing to do with the amount of time he had spent shirtless just this past weekend in certain company. None whatsoever!

[sword_chocobro]

As someone who spent plenty of time shirtless in a variety of different company, that was a sentiment Gladio could only approve of, really.

"No time like the present," he agreed. "Well, if you need any help or suggestions, let me know. Locker rooms are that way; pool's over there, too, if that's what you're into. And just remember to stay hydrated."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was looking tired, but he did manage to get to the gym at his usual first thing in the morning morning time.

He debated where to start and decided the punching bags would do. Was there a metaphor for his life in there somewhere or was he just picking the first thing he saw? Who could say?

[sword_chocobro]

¿Por qué no los dos?

But be it mere convenience or something much deeper than that, at some point, Gladio would be making the rounds and catching him at hopefully a good break moment so he could offer over a nod, a greeting, and a silver moon-shaped sticker extended out on his finger tip.

"Marc."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took the sticker automatically and put it with the others on his water bottle. "Hey. How's it going?"

[sword_chocobro]

"Not too bad," Gladio shrugged a little. "Nothing busted or broken today, so that's kind of nice. How 'bout with you?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Finally past some bullshit," Marc said. Then he gestured with his free hand to acknowledge that he was aware he was probably jinxing himself by saying so. "Enjoying it while it lasts."

Look at Marc, the very model of a carefree man of joy.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was here, of course. "Long night?" she asked.

[hasaknightjob]

"I guess?" Marc said. "I'll grab coffee later or something."

Or maybe Steven would take a nap before dinner. One of those.

"How's it going?"

[mylandmyrules]

"I'm doing well," she said. "Feeling a little lazy, but once spring gets here I'll be straight out, so I can afford a little bit lighter schedule."

[hasaknightjob]

"Hitting the gym is a weird way of being lazy," Marc pointed out.

[grenadesandohana]

"Howzit," Steve said, smiling. "Is the surfing machine working today?"

[sword_chocobro]

"That one is now collecting dust in a spare closet to use for spare parts when one of the other ones break down," said Gladio with a snort, shaking his head, but he hitched his thumb toward the other two he'd brought in. "But those are still good to go, last I heard, so if those don't work out for you..."

There was a lovely actual surf shop right next door.

"How's it going, though? Good week so far?"

It being all of Tuesday, and everything.

[grenadesandohana]

Well, back home, all the stupid stuff happened on Monday or Friday nights, so Steve was feeling a little optimistic.

"So far, so good," Steve said, smiling. "I mean, had to fill out paperwork on a drunk and disorderly rodent yesterday--" or put it on Danny's desk. One of those, "--but that's not unusual around here."

[sword_chocobro]

"....more drunk and disorderly than usual?" Gladio asked, after a moment of deciding if he wanted to.

[grenadesandohana]

"Either that or Ralph got tired and decided to set an example," Steve said.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell made her way in early as usual and headed straight to the mats to stretch and work on her form. She waved to Gladio when he passed by. She was eminently interruptable. Today was definitely a lazier day.

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio grinned, meeting that wave with a nod of his head. "Nell. How's it going?"

[mylandmyrules]

"I'm doing well," she said. "And you? Any crazy machines breaking down on you today?"

[sword_chocobro]

"None yet," Gladio was glad to report, "but it's still pretty early, so who knows? Let's hope not, though, I don't think I can handle another one of those instruction manuals again..."

[mylandmyrules]

"Instruction manuals do seem to be universally horrible," Nell agreed. "I can never tell what's what in the pictures."