Deck | Friday After Lunch

[wheeler_360]

Marshall had a sheaf of printouts with him, a collection of pages on proper exercise and stretching that he'd printed out from a link sent to him by Corrine after he'd emailed her to ask her to ask Vaughn to check his email, since he hadn't gotten a response from Vaughn and figured that he probably just wasn't, y'know, as obsessive about checking

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[lockestheway]

"I see someone is trying to get straight A's in zombie class," Peter said. He'd stepped out onto the deck about a minute ago to catch some air, and-- well. It wasn't like he remembered Marshall's name from introductions, but he recognised the face.

And he was still hoping to make some connections with important people who didn't associate with his time-displaced little brother.

[wheeler_360]

"And Outdoor Fitness," Marshall replied, making a face. The words were, in Marshall's mouth, almost a curse.

The guy definitely looked familiar... "... Peter, right? Or Pete? You're in Attitude with me, too, I think?"

[lockestheway]

"Peter," Peter corrected, conversationally. He nodded. "Yes. With that loud-mouthed sadist. Though that covers a great deal of the faculty..."

Hey, shared pain over teachers was an excellent way to convince people you were 'bonding' with them.

[wheeler_360]

Marshall nodded. "I thought the teachers at my last school were bad, but at least there the principal was only part of a conspiracy, not trying to kill us with zombies."

Yeah. He'd be a little while getting past that.

[necroslacker]

As Sam was passing by, he glanced over at the deck and spotted the familiar kid doing what looked like stretches. After a minute more, he realized the familiarity came because they were in the same brutal class on Mondays.

"Prepping for a marathon?" he asked idly as he climbed up onto the deck. "Or something less heart attack causing than that?"

[wheeler_360]

Marshall couldn't help but laugh a little. "That depends," he said, "on whether or not a PE class and a class about the zombie apocalypse are more or less heart-attack inducing than a marathon. I definitely felt like my heart stopped in the zombie one."

Give him a minute, Sam. He'll recognise you soon enough. Although your name may be harder to come by; he was focusing on more important things -- like breathing -- during introductions.

[necroslacker]

And now Sam was focusing on something other than the whole stretching thing Marshall was doing right in front of him. At the word 'zombies', Sam's eyebrows had shot up before he managed to control that immediate reaction.

"There's a class about the zombie apocalypse?" How had he missed that one? Granted, he probably would have had an unfair advantage but still. "The zombies real or just actors in zombie makeup?"

[wheeler_360]

Shaking his head, Marshall explained, "They've got some kind of crazy holograhic classroom thing. The 'Danger Shop.'" Which, really, Marshall would love to examine in more detail when not getting attacked by zombies, fake or otherwise. "So they're not real, but they're a lot more convincing than actors. The teacher's got these, like, rules. For surviving. Rule number one is cardio."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy wandered out onto the deck to get some sun. "Hey Marshall," she said with a smile.

[wheeler_360]

"Mercy! Hi!" Marshall smiled back. "How's your first week been?"

[walkswithcoyote]

"Surpisingly good, despite the fact that someone thought it would be funny to sign me up for the two Monday fitness classes," she said with a grin. "How about you?"

[wheeler_360]

"Just the one on Mondays, thankfully," Marshall said. "I still don't know what my parents were thinking."

[Aaaaand I am off for at least a couple of hours. SP?]