Atlas Gym; Tuesday [04/25].

[sword_chocobro]

There'd been a guy camped out on one of the weight machines for a good half an hour, just hunched over his phone, but Gladio decided to ask one of the staff if they knew what that was all about before going over to confront him about it. Apparently, he was planning on using the equipment, he was just trying to find a good song to really start his set with.

Which Gladio didn't really get, just pop on "Eye of the Tiger" and you were good to go, right? But since he doubted there'd be a whole gaggle of people clamoring to use that one particular machine today or anything, he'd just let him take his time. After all, if anything, at least that skipping thumb was getting a good workout, right?

Atlas is open!

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[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't planning on using that particular weight machine but if the guy in question started playing his music out loud there might be some side eyeing going on. Especially since Marc was using weights today. After all, it wasn't like Steven was ever going to make sure they were able to carry things easily without the suit.

[sword_chocobro]

There was a good chance that guy may still be there, trying to pick a good song, straight on through until closing time, really, so the point may be entirely moot.

It was kind of weird that Gladio was feeling weirdly invested in whether or not A Good Song would ever be achieved, though, which just meant he was particularly glad when other people started filtering in, because clearly, he was that bored.

"Marc." He lifted his chin in greeting. "How's it going?"

[hasaknightjob]

"All right," Marc said, with a shrug that suggested he actually was. Or at least as much as Marc ever was, given his baseline. "Things okay around here?"

With Gladio, the gym, whatever.

[sword_chocobro]

"Yeah," said Gladio, with a shrug of his own that suggested about the same, all things considered. "For the most part. Punching bags still haven't started punching back yet, so, you know. What more can you ask for?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Them not to come alive in general?" Marc said. "Because that would be pretty freaky even if they weren't violent."

[sword_chocobro]

"Imagine how awkward it would be, too," Gladio snorted, "if they were not only not violent, but staunch pacifist to boot."

A...pause.

"Less awkward, though," he allowed, "than if it turned out they were actually into it."

Gladio...might cut back on his bag work, a little, after this conversation, actually...

[mylandmyrules]

"Hopefully they won't play something obnoxious," Nell said quietly.

[hasaknightjob]

"Long as it's not out loud where everyone can hear," Marc said. The guy could listen to pan flute if he wanted, long as it was going into his headphones.

[mylandmyrules]

"That would be the ideal," Nell agreed. "But sometimes not completely obnoxious is the best you get "

[hasaknightjob]

"Gotta imagine Gladio wouldn't put up with any obnoxious for long," Marc said. "Doesn't seem like the type."

In general or as a business owner.

[mylandmyrules]

"No, he certainly isn't the type and having him seen him putting the kids through their paces over that weekend..." She shook her head. "I wouldn't want to go up against any of them."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Hey, sometimes, hitting the right song was hard! Summer had nothing but sympathy for that guy.

She also had, of course, another new outfit, but that shouldn't exactly be shocking to anyone who'd been taking notes.

Nor should her sing-song little "Hiiiiiii, Gladio~!" of a greeting as she breezed in and made her way over to get set up and warmed up.

[sword_chocobro]

Well, that was one way to get Gladio to start noticing that a whole lengthy fashion show had been going on right under his nose for the past month or so. He gave the words on Summer's tank top a little bit of an amused lift of his eyebrow before greeting her back. "Summer," he said. "You look good and ready to work today."

She did know if she was going to be coming in with a shirt like that and didn't hit the heavy stuff, he was only going to be disappointed, right?

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yes, Gladio, obviously she knew, that was the whole point!

"Oh, you know it," Summer assured him, brightly, setting her bag aside and already starting to cross her arms over her chest to start stretching them out. "I'm really starting to feel it, you know? I think, a couple more weeks, and I'll be at a point where I can really get a good hook on my grampa for being such a dick about this portal gun thing."

[sword_chocobro]

There was...a slight pause.

"Not sure it's really something that requires you going around punching old guys," Gladio admitted, "but maybe I'll just have to trust your judgement on that one, and, besides, I've known plenty of old dudes who could still kick a lot of ass, so..."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve ambled in. "Radio says I should be getting a sticker when I show up?" he teased.

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio met that with a snort and a lift of an eyebrow.

"You believe everything you hear on radio, then, huh?"

[grenadesandohana]

"If you can't believe news delivered by drunken rodents and interpreted by teenagers, who can you trust?" Steve asked.

[sword_chocobro]

"You know," said Gladio, "that's a real fair point and a good direction to have in life."

He was going to have to reach into his back pocket and pull out the sheet of stickers, to peel off a silver star and hold it out for Steve on a finger. "But here you go," he said. "Good job. Keep up the good work."

[grenadesandohana]

"Yay," Steve said, looking pleased as he put the sticker onto his Navy t-shirt. "Thanks, brah."

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was there, and as promised she'd brought Gladio's plant neatly repotted and ready to go. And if she'd sketched a gladiolus and an iris, well, they could have just been there all along.

"Here you go," she said to Gladio, having it to him with a smile.

[sword_chocobro]

"Nell," Gladio greeted her with a nod and a pleased smile, one that got slightly more so with the plant as he took it from her.

"This," he said, laughing a little, even, as he gave it a closer inspection, "looks perfect. I knew I could count on you with this one."

[mylandmyrules]

"I did say I'd take care of it for you," she said with a smile. "Wouldn't want you to be disappointed."

[sword_chocobro]

"Pretty unlikely, that," said Gladio, with a slight side-eye Nell's way that hoped he didn't have to remind her what would disappoint him, but it was fleeting, because he really was pretty pleased by the plant. "Now I guess I have to work on not disappointing you by keeping the little guy alive, huh?"

He tucked the pot into the crook of his arm and gave her a nod.

"Thanks, Nell. I appreciate it."

[mylandmyrules]

She'd ask for help, okay?

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Nell said. "And you're not far should you need some help." But really, this plant was pretty anyone proof.

"And you're welcome. I hope it brightens up your place."