Atlas Gym: Saturday Afternoon [9/20]

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine knew there was trouble going down on the island, and normally that would mean you'd find her hiding in her room eating cookies and obeying "Stay the heck out of trouble" orders, but, well... she was out of COOKIES.

Clearly this constituted an emergency.

Thus the reason you would now find Francine walking past Atlas Gym carrying a large

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[thebuttless1der]

A frighteningly muscular arm, at that, attached to a body that was all just as muscular.

Except for the area known in technical terms as the gluteus maximus. To all appearances, that one didn't even seem to exist.

"Hi there," said Frighteningly Muscular Woman, smiling broadly in that 'ooo, shiny new project' kind of way.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine just stared for a moment - first at the arm, because, um, wow and then at the complete lack of gluteus thingimus. "Uhhhh, what? I mean hi? I mean what?"

[thebuttless1der]

The box of cookies got a Very Disapproving Tsk.

"Francine? Monica. Your personal trainer. You're here to work out, right?"

It wasn't actually a question. Because would you want to argue with those arms?

She noticed the staring and glanced behind her. "Something the matter? Do I have something on my pants?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"What?" No, and nothing in them apparently, either. "Uh, no, sorry." To the thing that wasn't a question, too.