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Atlas Gym; Tuesday [06/04].

Every so often, Gladio would get some mail for the gym that involved advertisements for gym equipment or programs and flyers for new products that he, for the most part, regarded with a mild interest in case there was anything good in there, but, usually, he disregarded them and sent them into the recycling. What they had going for them right now seemed to work, so he wasn't looking to revolutionize anyone's workouts with the latest and greatest new technology that was basically glorified versions of what they already had.

But there was one flyer that seemed to have sparked a bit of discussion among the staff, one that suggested the bold strategy of replacing all the treadmills with people-sized hamster wheels.

"Or maybe," Sonja suggested, "they're just wheels for the giant hamster clientele."

There was...a pause.

"You know," Gladio had to admit, "I want to refuse that by saying we haven't got any giant hamsters, but it's Fandom, so that's just asking for me to put my foot right in my mouth, isn't it?"

"That one kid had a pretty big capybara," Sonja also pointed out.

"....I'll think about it," he said, saving the flyer from the bin and setting it aside, to a cheering approval from Sonja, and then they all went back to their business, and Gladio was going to try not to think about exactly why Sonja seemed so enthused about them getting giant hamster wheels in the first place...

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Summer was feeling pretty good about her win at paintball yesterday, but it was the kind of win that reminded her that she really couldn't just rest on her laurels. It was kind of nice, though, to be reminded that, when powers didn't come into play, she was so incredibly kick-ass and bad-ass! But she had to keep it that way, so, after her class, she came sweeping into the gym as usual, distnctly pink today, of course, and started in on some intense weight lifting before moving over to her cardio....and maybe some training on the mats to work on her dodges, darts, lunged and rolls, for the most optimal paintball-avoiding moves out there.

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Nell was happily practicing her forms and thinking she needed to get back to work with Lana's warrior women soon. She kept in touch with them regularly, but a good sparring session with them would be wonderful!

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"I might need your help with something," said Gladio, by way of greeting, when he found a good opportunity to go bother Nell and interrupt her workout or maybe just join in with some of her stretching and forms.

The grin on his face, though, was probably a good indication that, whatever it was, wasn't anything serious or dire, though.

"Of ocurse," Nell said promptly, smiling up at him. "Whatever you need."

Not something bad, if his smile was any indication and it usually was. "Do you need me now?"

"Just your gym member thoughts and opinions," Gladio said, with an extra pull in his grin since he knew, when it came to thoughts and opinions, Nell was rarely without a firm one. "On human-sized hamster wheels in particular."

Nell laughed. "I'm afraid I'd fall through!"

She shook her head. "The new running machines where it looks like you're running through a different landscape are okay, but it's bad enough that you run and don't get anywhere without being in an actual cage thing."

"That's about where I figured you'd land on the matter," Gladio admitted with a faint chuckle. "Apparently, though, some of the trainers are on board with the idea,but I'm not really convinced."

Nell laughed. "Can you imagine the gremlins on one of those?"

So a not-so-subtle reminder had been made last week about a certain workout program that had been given to Kamala that she had ignored the last couple of weeks.

And so today Kamala started once again going through the set of exercises that Carol had given her.

And she was not enjoying it.

It was pretty rare these days for Gladio to see a new face on Tuesday when he did his rounds, so he was glad to see one now, even if it was pretty clear Kamala wasn't nearly so pleased to be there.

All the more reason to make sure to offer encouragement from her new friendly neighborhood beefslab.

So she'd get a nod at some point, a faint smile, and a "Doin' alright, there?"

"Doing great!" Kamala grunted as she finished her second set of push-ups. And flopped on the ground. "Feeling the burn!"

"No pain, no gain, right?" Gladio offered encouraging. "Just remember to give your arms a good stretch when you're done, too, or else you'll be feeling something else in those muscles later, as well."

"I'm feeling a lot of things right now," Kamala replied, still lying face down on the ground.

"That's how you know it's working."

Yeah, yeah, keep it up, Amicitia. Weren't you trying to encourage more people to work out more?

"Just getting started with all this?" he guessed.

"Restarting. I've taken some time off. I would have thought killing monsters in class and shooting paintball guns would have been enough."

She mustered enough energy to roll over on her back.

"It's fine. I'll get there."

"Every little extra bit counts," Gladio said approvingly, with a nod. "And I'm sure you will, if you just keep at it. Need anything? Some water? A hand up?"

He was reaching at least that second one down if she wanted to take it.

"I'm good," she grunted from her position. "I'm just... uh. Strengthening my core."

By not moving.

"Alright," said Gladio, "if you're say so. Just a head's up, though. There's a ten-minute time limit on parking on the mats. Once that's up, the trainers have water guns."

There was no limit or water guns, but, hey, it seemed like it would be a good motivator to help keep this pause from being the end of the workout.

Well that was motivation! With a groan, Kamala rolled over and started doing her planks.

"Strengthening the core!"

Nell smiled over at her. "If you're interested, I'd be happy to show you some of the forms I do. I find them more interesting than just straight up exercising - though they're still excellent cardio."

"I'm good," Kamala grunted as she started doing planks. "My friend gave me this exercise program to follow. I was reminded she might come visit sometime so I'm just making sure I don't let her down."

Nell nodded. "I'm here most days, so if you ever want to try something new, don't hesitate to ask."

Nell might be wearing long skirty pants, but she was in remarkably good shape.

"I will!" Kamala called out with a good deal of strain in her voice.

Of course Stark was there for his usual Tuesday gym session and his usual checking out of someone else's gym outfit.

Today was going to be a cardio day, he thought. Starting on a treadmill that was not a hamster wheel.

It was good to see the new semester's schedule was starting to fall into place for everyone again.

"Stark," Gladio greeted with the usual bro-nod. "How's it going?"

"Good week so far," Stark said with an answering nod. "It's still early, of course, but it's good so far. And you? You're well?"

"That's good to hear," Gladio said with a nod. "And, yeah, pretty well. Took the guys fishing over the weekend, so that's always kind of nice. Got free lasagna yesterday, even if it did come from a cat. Things seem pretty chill and normal today." He shrugged. "Pretty good all around, y'know?"

"Lasagna from a cat?" Stark repeated. "Did the cat make it?"

They had a raccoon brewery here. Cats making lasagna wasn't that weird.

"And... I'm glad you had a good weekend then. Hope was the fishing?"

Stark didn't think he'd ever caught a fish.

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