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[witness_this]

Spam

[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.

Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.

When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.

She can be found in any of those places.

Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]

Video

[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]

My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.

If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--

I could use the practice.

[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]

Comments

[Video]

[chillestrogue]

I might be interested. Could use the practice too.

What kind of title is 'Imperator'?

[Video]

[witness_this]

A violent one.

[Only kind, where she's from. Though she supposes there are also Mothers, History Men, and labels like wife and bloodbag- but all of those really do circle back to the violence, in the end.]

[spam]

[tucky]

[Tiffany rarely goes in the gym, but she's a pretty big fan of the pool. She drops her towel and bag onto a lounge chair, turns towards the water... and realizes that she isn't alone today.]

... Hey. Hey, Furiosa.

[spam]

[witness_this]

[She surfaces, and wipes the water from her face, looks over, blinking, and nods. Even smiles, actually. She begins to wade back towards the edge of the pool.

There is basically no thing as a bathing suit in Furiosa's world, so this is one of the places where the Barge had to editorialize and modernize pretty heavily in her wardrobe. It had taken her some time to figure out what the garment was even for, but she made it into the modest, olive onepiece eventually. It's a feminine cut, but does nothing to hide the fact, once she's out of the water, that her back, her shoulders, her thighs, are pure muscle overlaid with a lot of scar.]

Tiffany.

voice.

[recinerate]

Which combat styles are you most familiar with?

[beyond has never needed training in this area, but he's keenly aware of the dangers aboard the barge. an opportunity to learn something new is not unwelcome. besides, furiosa is utterly fascinating.]

voice.

[witness_this]

What do you mean, styles?

[Fight to kill is about the only discipline left these days.]

[video]

[bleak_midwinter]

[Tommy doesn't frequent the gym, but mostly because so far, he's found other ways to occupy his time. He's keeping notes, and keeping track, and he writes letters home. He knows they won't arrive at their destination, but he finds talking to Polly, John, Arthur, and even Grace comforting.

He's not a boxer, but he's too curious not to react. Still, best make sure he doesn't show up to find a line waiting for him. He imagines there's no shortage of people wanting to test their mettle against a woman like Furiosa.]

Is class still open, Furiosa?

[video]

[witness_this]

[Oh, she'd hoped.

She grins into the feed, scrubs her face again, and points out;]

That's a polite fiction.

[Pretending he needs a class.]

Get down here.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

Have you been feeling better since you arrived?

[Does she need to go have a talk with Dillon 8|]

Private

[witness_this]

Like all the rust has been stripped off me.

I've been eating the fruit. I hope that's all right.

[It's obvious when she does; she leaves the seeds, carefully, religiously.]

[spam]

[demolitions]

[Boyd is in the gym most mornings as well, sticking to mostly the bench press machine, since he prefers to do his running up on the deck. Being a talkative person by nature, he'll generally make an attempt to engage anyone he sees there in conversation, even if only briefly. The new person running on the treadmill however, does not strike him as someone who'd appreciate idle chatter, so he simply nods at her as he goes to set up his machine.]

[spam]

[witness_this]

[She nods in return, and keeps running while he begins his workout.

It doesn't look like something she'll ever be able to do. The prosthetic imbalances her, is subtly longer in the forearm, shorter to the elbow- and the pressure would do more harm than good. But she realizes, he's a person who knows how to use this equipment, so she watches him while she runs, and waits politely until he looks like he's done, before powering off the machine and stepping down.]

Hey.

['Excuse me' is a politeness lost in the past, but the tone is the same.]

video

[punched_hitler]

[The voice should be familiar, if nothing else.]

I don't need lessons, per se, but I'd like to see how you fight.

I could use some practice, too, if you promise not to go easy on me.

[Punching bags don't hit back, after all, so there's only so much they can provide.]

video

[witness_this]

[She has to look twice.]

I'd have said you wouldn't need me to.

[Furiosa had wondered about getting him in here when they'd met. Seeing if she could drop someone with that kind of mass to them, checking the old holds she used to use on men with those shoulders.

Now-]

[video]

[deadmanwalkin]

[Graves hadn't responded to Furiosa's offer right away, but he does after a few minutes of consideration; Cold's much earlier suggestion had been the deciding factor, and with that in mind, he reasoned it wouldn't be too terrible to get some practice in while he was at it. The video feed flicking on after a second of fumbling, and begins quite unceremoniously with him frowning at the communicator before he's certain it's on--he's definitely going to have to get better at working this thing, dammit.]
It's been a while since I've been stuck fightin' without a gun in my hands--bit of a refresher would do me good if you're still lookin' for folks. Don't got any powers on me to speak of, per say, so there's no worries there.

[video]

[witness_this]

Sure. Swing by.

[She's wearing down, but not by much; back home, fighting went days at a time, she can handle a few bouts in a morning.]

[video;]

[anewlanguage]

I'm game for some practice.

[He doesn't need details from her on limits, figures he'll know them when he sees them.]

[video;]

[witness_this]

Find me.

[He knows where she is.]

[bargemods]

Oh good, you figured out the network. And already being useful!

Very well done and welcome, Miss Furiosa.

[witness_this]

Thank you.

[A little awkwardly; it's like being caught fighting by a parent.]

spam;

[ukan]

[He hasn't gone swimming in years, at least not as a human. And being human is the safest bet right now, while he has no control of his other side. That said he doesn't exactly have swimming attire--he'd had none at home either--so he turns up dressed in jeans and a loose black button down, and he just rolls up the cuffs and sets his feet in the water.

It takes a second before he realizes who that person under the water is.]

spam;

[witness_this]

[She surfaces, and catches sight him; immediately bares her teeth.

He still might not be forgiven for last night.]

[video]

[routemistress]

Oh! Oh! Me please!

[video]

[witness_this]

Here, or in the heat?

[Perfectly stoic.]

[cantcatchme]

[It's a few days before Pietro's up to his old routines again. But when he's ready, the gym is where he returns to first. He needs to move again now more badly than he has since the earliest days of his arrival. Helplessness and failure weigh on him.

He's on the treadmills, of course. But he's also started weightlifting, when Milkovich isn't on duty. He happens to be around, when she makes the announcement.]

Getting any nibbles?

[witness_this]

Yeah.

[She admits, with a nod of satisfaction. People will be showing up soon.]

Might have to break it into a few days.

late spam /o\

[gulosity]

[Sometimes, Lourdes is capable of doing as she's told. She comes to the gym at the appointed time, with her hair up and her clothing loose, her lips pressed tight together. She is still angry - very angry - and sad, no, desperate, wrapped up in the loss of what could have been if only she had planned things better.]

[But she is here for Furiosa, and so, when she sees her, she crosses the gym to where she stands, stopping just close enough that they can speak comfortably.]

What do you want me to do? [No greetings. Furiosa isn't a greetings type of person.]

\o/

[witness_this]

[She dusts her hands off, and stands to greet her.]

My inclination is always to start with getting a body off you.

[But she doesn't know how important that is, in her world.]

Is that what you most want to know?

latest spam 8c

[maytakecenturies]

[She works in the gym late nights, but even between her three jobs, it isn't enough, especially not lately. Work can be meditative in and of itself, and T'Pol is, if she is very honest with herself, in need of distraction.

She stays in the gym through the night shift, wanders back after Eggsy's left to exercise on her own and then just pick her duties up where she left off. She notices Furiosa, and her habits: it would be hard not to.

Not one for conversation, T'Pol never tries to start one. This morning, though, she catches the Imperator's eye and nods to her prosthesis.]

Have they seen that in the infirmary?

more the merrier!

[witness_this]

[Furiosa doesn't realize she's talking about the arm at first, and looks down at the spot on her side where there was a punctured lung, a few days back. She didn't think it was visible. Then;]

Oh.

[Right.]

It doesn't need seeing.