86 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

[This was going to be Inmate filtered and then she realised she didn't care.]

I'll be in the gym most of today if anybody wants to fight. Spar. Whatever.

[She means fight.  Go unhealthy coping mechanisms!]

[Private to Prefect]

Drink?

[Private to Mozenrath]

Hey.

Comments

Spam since Luke lives in the Gym and they haven't interacted yet?

[notiaraincluded]

[Luke's presently putting up some weights that someone else was using and hadn't thought to put back when Shego walked in.]

Hey, need help with something?

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

No, I'm good.

[She's dressed for working out: black tank, green sweatpants, knuckles preemptively bound. She drops her bag at one side of the room and goes through the motions of setting up a training dummy. It'll do until she has a human volunteer.]

Spam

[notiaraincluded]

[He nods and goes back to straightening up the place, though he's finished soon enough and finds a spot to stand and watch her set up. He's seen the face around the Barge and over the network, but can't recall ever actually having spoken to her.]

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

[She's vaguely aware that he's watching her, and - that's creepy, but whatever. She bounces on her heels for a moment, then moves into a punishing but focused series of punches.]

[captain_jtkirk]

I found something I could only call the world's smallest fanny pack on my floor.

I'm assuming it's yours.

[gotgreenmagic]

....

Yeah, probably. Just throw it into a corner and I'll come get it later.

[captain_jtkirk]

I think the fact that it was in a corner is what made you forget it in the first place.

Private

[gotgreenmagic]

Nooo, the fact that I was hungover and still half-asleep is what made me forget it in the first place.

Private

[buywithme]

Absolutely, Sister.

Your place or mine?

Private

[gotgreenmagic]

Let's say yours, I've missed the opportunity to drink gin in a room full of alphabetized boxes.

Private

[buywithme]

All right, Sister! I'll see you shortly

[And sure enough, Prefect will have two glasses of Gin set out for when she gets there!]

Spam!

[gotgreenmagic]

[It's a gigantic relief to go see Prefect. They've been friends for ages, they hate all the same people, she would have gone to see him a while ago except it's taken a while to untangle Other Shego's opinion on Other Prefect from her own thoughts. She taps on the door of his cabin, calling through it.]

It's me, Comrade.

[Private]

[mightymorbid]

Greetings.

[Private]

[gotgreenmagic]

Are you doing okay between sessions? I know I push, but you need to tell me if I'm pushing too hard.

[This in lieu of 'sorry I've been kind of detached and borderline-douchey for a week or so'.]

[Private]

[mightymorbid]

Shego, I'm fine. A little sore, but that's just part of conditioning.

...What about you?

[Private]

[gotgreenmagic]

[A few moments of radio silence, then:]

I ditched Tim. Last week.

[darknessb4me]

I can spar.

[Totally neutral. We're absolutely not doing this because adrenaline makes it hard to think about the past or future. Nope.]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Certainly not. Thank you for understanding, Arthas.]

Awesome. See you in the gym.