Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Night
It wasn't quite an ordinary night at fight club, since most of the mats were covered in tarps and three oversize kiddie pools were set out on the tarps. If you got close enough to look into the pools, you'd notice mud in one, jello in another, and a shallow slick of oil in the third.
Tyler had learned never to lose a bet with Ghanima, and the less said about that the better. She smirked from a corner in the back of the room and left the explanations to him.
"So we're doing special training today," he said dutifully. "Fighting in substances -- mud, jello, or oil. If that's not your cup of tea" -- and he, frankly, considered that only sanity -- "there are other mats on that side of the gym."
A pause as Tyler was interrupted by a chanty being sung in a very squeaky voice.
"Don't squish the pi-rats while you're at it."
[OOC: OCD is up. Ghanima modded with permission.]
Tyler had learned never to lose a bet with Ghanima, and the less said about that the better. She smirked from a corner in the back of the room and left the explanations to him.
"So we're doing special training today," he said dutifully. "Fighting in substances -- mud, jello, or oil. If that's not your cup of tea" -- and he, frankly, considered that only sanity -- "there are other mats on that side of the gym."
A pause as Tyler was interrupted by a chanty being sung in a very squeaky voice.
"Don't squish the pi-rats while you're at it."
[OOC: OCD is up. Ghanima modded with permission.]