Atlas Gym; Tuesday [09/17].

[sword_chocobro]

The staff was acting a bit awkward and strange when Gladio came into the gym that day, sort of giving him a wary distance, which pretty much told him, right away,that something was up. He eyed them all a moment before deciding that Sonja would probably be pretty straight with him when he asked.

Apparently, the pool was full of pudding.

It was definitely not filled with pudding when he left yesterday.

No one was really sure when it had happened.

Everyone knew better than to try guessing why it happened.

And now that the news was broken, it was now time to bemoan the fact that it was pistachio, of all flavors.

Atlas is open!

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[stykera]

Good thing Stark didn't want to go swimming today! Hopefully nobody else did either.

He'd spent the earlier part of the morning stealing fake go-karts in front of Anakin and was now ready to hit the weights.

"Hello, Gladio."

[sword_chocobro]

See, now, maybe Stark would be more interested if it was jello...

"Hey, Stark," Gladio lifted his chin in greeting. "How's it going?"

[stykera]

He might be. It would depend on who else was swimming in said jello. Ahem.

Or maybe this Thursday just needed to feature a beach.

"Going well," Stark said, smiling easily. Maybe too well. Seems sus. "And you?"

[sword_chocobro]

Oh, come on! Surely there was no need to worry!

"Pretty good," Gladio nodded, then faintly grunted, shaking his head instead. "Well, except thr pistachio pudding pool, but if that's all I've got to complain about, then I'd say I'm doing pretty good, really..."

[stykera]

What could go wrong? It wasn't like Stark lived somewhere where weird shit happened on a regular basis or anything. Or traveled often with someone who had weird shit happen around them all the time...

"Did someone fill it with pudding?" Stark asked. "Or did it just happen?"

"Nobody tried to swim, did they?"

Maybe Gladio could call Raiden to help.