Atlas Gym; Tuesday [03/21].

[sword_chocobro]

Since it had come up in conversation last week, Gladio was pulling out some of the reinforced practice dummies that Ignis used for his knife training out of the supply closet and into the open training area, mostly in case Marc wanted to check them out and see if they'd work for his own knife work, too, but also just to see how they were holding up. It was pretty clear they'd taken more than a few beatings, but they were still in pretty good shape, which just meant he'd go home and give Iggy crap for clearly slacking off.

And, well, since he was already in there, he figured maybe today was a good day to take stock and note exactly what all else was in that supply closet, which mostly just lead to him wondering what the hell some of these things even even were. A lotta springs, though, which....he felt like he could snap some of these things just by looking at them, and not just because they were old, either.

Atlas is open!

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hiiiiiii, Gladio~!" Summer sang out brightly when she eventually made into the gym at some point that morning (a bit later than originally anticipated because thank you, Asgardian mead!) and breeze by to make the most out of her cute workout gear on the way to an elliptical.

[sword_chocobro]

You know, if there was one thing you just had to admire about Summer, it was he subtly...

...but, hey, if what happened last week meant getting her in the gym more, Gladio could hardly complain.

"Summer," he said, trying his best to not look too amused or to just shake his head. "How's it going?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, you know," said Summer, lacing her fingers together and stretching her arms over her head, a real good stretch, too, with a little arched back before bending a little to one side or the other; after all, stretching before a workout was very important, right? "Just thought I'd come in and get my cardio on a little, but..."

Her stretching shifted to pull a leg up behind her, make sure to warm up that flexibility.

"I might need a spotter later, when I hit the bench, if you're not too busy."

[sword_chocobro]

"Always gotta have a spotter," Gladio confirmed with a nod, and now, he was going to shake his head. And also fail to not look amused. "You just let me know," he had no doubt that she would do exactly that, in her own particular way, "when you're ready."

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was there bright and early as usual. She went through her form then did some time on the rowing machine before heading over to the weights. She paused and watched Gladio in the closet for amoment. "Need any help there?"

[sword_chocobro]

"Well, if you're offering," said Gladio, taking a moment to look over when he'd dragged out this time with a shake of his head, "I won't say no. Looks like getting out some of this stuff has turned into kind of a project..."

And then, a nod. "How've you been, Nell?"

[mylandmyrules]

"Certainly," Nell said, and made her way over. "Moving heavy things counts as weights, right? And I'm doing well. Happy that it's the first full day of spring."

[sword_chocobro]

"Just be careful," Gladio advised. "Some of this stuff's pretty heavy, even for me. But is it really, though? First day of spring? You think that explains why there's suddenly so many of these?"

He lifted up one of the coiled stretchers with a surprising delicacy, two fingers holding it up and away by the handles as if its ineffectualness (in his opinion, anyway) might be catching.

There was probably a joke about spring cleaning in there somewhere, too, but seasons weren't much of a thing on Eos.

[mylandmyrules]

"I promise you I'll be careful, but I'm a lot stronger than I look," she assured him. "Being the only one to do all the work on my house and land for nine years meant a lot of work."

She looked at the springs and grinned. "It's Fandom, so I'd bet you're right."

[sword_chocobro]

There was a faint quirk of Gladio's eyebrow, a faint smirk, at Nell reminding him of something he was already well aware of. "Maybe I should've waited until you got here, then," he offered, his hand falling on the machine with the belt attachment, "before trying to move this thing."

Which he regarded again with another baffled shake of his head. "Whatever it is. It's probably been a while since anyone's really gone through the stuff back there, I'm a little afraid of what else I'm going to find."

It being Fandom, maybe further back, some of these spring apparatus were actually alive.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc spotted Nell during a free moment and gave a nod of hello. "Hey."

Or a nod of hey, as it were.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell nodded back and when she'd finished her set she made her way over and sat for a moment to drink some water. "Hey. How are you doing?"

[hasaknightjob]

"All right, you?" Marc asked.

[mylandmyrules]

"Good," Nell said. "Looking forward to getting my bees soon!"

[hasaknightjob]

"...congrats?" Marc said. He had no idea if this was a congratulations thing.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc showed up at his usual time of early morning. He took in the sight of the various types of equipment Gladio had uncovered and... no, that was it. Taking in the sight needed a moment.

[sword_chocobro]

"Hey, Marc," Gladio looked over the closet excavation a moment longer himself before looking up and lifting his chin. "Need any..."

Nope, still not entirely sure what some of these things were.

"....spring....things?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Don't have anybody I'm looking to torture," Marc said. It was his best guess as to what any of those could be used for. "You sure this place was always a gym?"

[sword_chocobro]

"I guess that is something I could always look into," Gladio noted with a faint grunt and an entirely new perspective on some of the stuff he was dragging out, which also lead to promptly discarding the spring pull device and turning his attention to the whole reason he'd even wound up in this ancient artifacts of the workout world mess to begin with.

He walked over to one of the practice dummies and clapped a hand on it. "These guys, though, I know you'll be interested in. These are what Specs has been using." He dug a finger a little, into a particularly impressive gouge even its tough, hard surface. "For his knifework."

[hasaknightjob]

Now that was relevant to Marc's interests. He came over to give the dummy a closer look. "Not bad. They good for any kind of hand held blade?"

[grenadesandohana]

"Howzit," Steve said with a friendly nod to Gladio now that this had become part of his Tuesday routine. "...do I want to know what you found today?"

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio gave a somewhat distracted nod back to Steve before shaking his at the collected detritus from the closet that seemed to never quite end.

"I don't even know what I've found today," he admitted. "Do you recognize any of these things?"

Come on, Earth people. Help a poor dude from another planet out here.

Although that made him remember this was a nexus, maybe it wasn't terrestrial equipment at all.

That would actually make more sense, right?

[grenadesandohana]

Steve nodded. "From really old military physical fitness films," he said. "That one," he said, pointing, "--jiggles off your belly fat, allegedly, and that one--" he pointed to the springs, "--are used in old comedies for showing someone's surprised where they lose grip in one hand and shoot it into a nerd."

Very helpful, Steven. Truly. "No idea about that other one, though, sorry."

[sword_chocobro]

"That's still way more than I had a few minutes ago," Gladio pointed out, before considering these things with this newfound knowledge.

"Jiggles off belly fat?" he then had to ask, regarding Steve dubiously. "Really? I mean, I'm no doctor," nor had he probably ever had even an inch of belly fat in his entire life; dude was probably doing crunches in the womb, "but I don't think that's how that works."

[grenadesandohana]

"It is 100 percent not how it works," Steve agreed, snickering, "but it looks hilarious when someone tries it."