031. South Bound Suarez
[Today, Brock's in the gym. He is smoking a cigarette because he's weird/an asshole with no respect for anyone, and he's also dressed in a karate gi.
Strange things.
Apart from just standing there doing all of the previously mentioned, he's also dictating into the journal.]
This is Brock Samson. So awhile back, I mentioned I'd start training people in Judo, or whatever kind of close-quarters combat training you'd want. Then stuff got weird and stupid here, and I got busy. So.
Anyway. If anybody wants to do that, meet me in the gym.
I don't even know who's still here that expressed interest before, but new people can show up too. I don't really care.
[A pause, and then he figures he actually needs to say this. Because people in Paradisa dress like they are cosplaying 24/7.]
Just don't wear anything stupid when you show up. This isn't a costume party; I don't want anyone tripping on flowing robes or something and cracking a tooth.
[ooc. open in person or over the journal!]
Strange things.
Apart from just standing there doing all of the previously mentioned, he's also dictating into the journal.]
This is Brock Samson. So awhile back, I mentioned I'd start training people in Judo, or whatever kind of close-quarters combat training you'd want. Then stuff got weird and stupid here, and I got busy. So.
Anyway. If anybody wants to do that, meet me in the gym.
I don't even know who's still here that expressed interest before, but new people can show up too. I don't really care.
[A pause, and then he figures he actually needs to say this. Because people in Paradisa dress like they are cosplaying 24/7.]
Just don't wear anything stupid when you show up. This isn't a costume party; I don't want anyone tripping on flowing robes or something and cracking a tooth.
[ooc. open in person or over the journal!]