Gym, After Workshops

[tyler_gone]

After creating condom art in sex ed, Tyler changed into workout clothes and went to the gym.

Only two days until the game. After some stretching and a few laps, he decided to work on his three-point throws, using an exercise he found online.

He's getting ... well. Not all of them. But enough.

[OOC: Open.]

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[threeweapons]

Alanna came into the gym, bouncing in a very nervous way.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler paused long enough to wave. "Hey. What's up?"

[threeweapons]

"The air is cackling." Alanna informed Tyler. "Also, we were going to spar, I believe."

[tyler_gone]

"Cackling? It's quiet to me," Tyler said.

Apologetically, he pointed to the ball he now balanced against one hip. "We were, but I can't until next week. The team is short on people and if I can't play Saturday because I get messed up fighting, we're hosed."

[threeweapons]

"Energy." Alanna specified. "And sure, no problem."

[tyler_gone]

"Like before a storm?" Tyler asked softly. "Or is this like some magic being purple?"

[threeweapons]

"Before a storm." Alanna nodded. "But possibly magical? I don't know."

[tyler_gone]

"Huh," Tyler said, a little nervous. "Weird."