Clint had planned on going to work today, thinking that the inside of the gym might be a safe place to watch the strange fog and keep an eye out for whatever the hell was happening to the island this time around. But when he got to the gym, the inside looked abandoned and desolate, and his key wouldn't even open the door ( Read more... )

Between one thing and another, Ahsoka hadn't really gotten round to putting the new lightsabers she'd built through their paces, or even taking a decent look at them...and she had enough self-awareness to realise she was bordering on actively putting it off, and she had to change that ( Read more... )

Jaina was still stuck in Fandom. No amount threatening, begging, yelling, bribing or more creative threatening had gotten her any closer to getting home. The one bright spot was that she could kind of make calls home, but after thirty seconds the connection would die. But as long as she wasn't completely cut off, there was hope ( Read more... )

It had been a couple years since Jessica had experienced Fandom's unique allergens, and there was plenty in between that last time and today that gave her excuses not to jump to conclusions. Maybe she couldn't concentrate because she finally overworked herself and needed a break. Maybe it was perfectly natural to be thinking sexy thoughts only a ( Read more... )

So after almost a week and a half of being buried under work a while lot of boring routine and putting as much distance between her and Utopia, not to mention classes, Laura was starting to feel more restless than usual. 'Might accidentally cut you out of surprise' levels of restless, actually. Which is why she had found her way to the gym, where ( Read more... )

What use would it be to give someone a knife without teaching him to use it? And Sparkle had asked, after all. Besides, Leto expected it would be a lot of fun, which made it even better ( Read more... )

Clint had listened to Tony's radio, and certainly noticed there was more than one of him - ah, the stuff of nightmares - but somehow that hadn't translated to anything in Clint's head until he got to the gym and noticed there were a lot more people than usual, and he didn't recognize most of them.

"Oh, it's one of those weekends," he muttered, ( Read more... )

The little LIGHTSABER SPAR IN PROGRESS sign was back up on the door of Atlas Gym. This time, though, no Skywalker was involved in the process ( Read more... )

A staff member had taken one look at Atton as he came in - scrape on his forehead, lightsaber clipped to the belt of his tunic - and taken out the WARNING: LIGHTSABER SPAR IN PROGRESS sign and hung it on the door of the gym. Atton muttered a thanks as he came to a stop on one of the mats, and stretched ( Read more... )

Mical had spewed some platitudes how 'recent events made it clear Atton might appreciate a break', which was as close as the guy could get to putting Atton in timeout. After all, while Mical had been handling mission control for a while, he wasn't officially in charge... and even if he was, well, Atton considered himself a free Jedi agent, not a ( Read more... )