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[Shelly here has been in this multidimensional office space wormhole whateveritis for some time. Enough time for his professional skills to start dulling. Yes, he can feel it happening, and that's no good. And just as he was beginning to despair about his desperate need for exercise and casually opening doors while thinking something among the lines of "Gee, wouldn't it be swell if there were a gym stashed away somewhere in here", he... finds a room that looks quite like a gym. What a wondrous coincidence. It has just about everything you'd expect to find in one, and even some things you wouldn't expect, such as life-sized dummies and targets.
Thank goodness, targets.
It would be silly to try and crack a dummy's neck, so Shelly is just preparing to train his aim - at the moment, this preparation consists of cleaning his (rather handsome) handgun. You know, just to make sure it's not rusting.
He forgot to close the door behind him. This can only end in humiliation.]
((You can opt to go bother Shelly, or you can just ignore a dude with a gun and, I dunno, do pushups or something. Up to you. Either way, if you're among the first people to enter, he'll notice you and panic. 8D;;))
Thank goodness, targets.
It would be silly to try and crack a dummy's neck, so Shelly is just preparing to train his aim - at the moment, this preparation consists of cleaning his (rather handsome) handgun. You know, just to make sure it's not rusting.
He forgot to close the door behind him. This can only end in humiliation.]
((You can opt to go bother Shelly, or you can just ignore a dude with a gun and, I dunno, do pushups or something. Up to you. Either way, if you're among the first people to enter, he'll notice you and panic. 8D;;))