Sock and Open RP: Yoga FTW
A notice appears around the school:
Feel stressed? Overworked? A little nuts?
Try YOGA!
Free class with resident therapist Molly Michon
Four o'clock, next to Greenhouse Three
Molly honestly had no idea whether or not anyone would show up to her little class. She’d never tried to teach yoga or meditation, but she’d done enough of each that she felt it couldn’t be too difficult. She planned to hold another kind of anger management course at some point, too--the more violent kind--but right now she herself was in a Zen kind of place, and felt like passing it on.
Fortunately, the weather was cooperating with her--it was cool but not cold, and the sunlight had taken on the peculiar, nameless quality that to her always spoke of autumn. She’d gotten the house elves to pick up what was in effect one gigantic yoga mat--it was really more like the things you found in high school gymnasiums than anything else. She sat on it and ran through the series of stretches she normally used for her sword practice, vertebrae popping like gunshots. Barefoot, in sweats and a tank top with her hair tied back with an old bootlace, she looked like an aerobics instructor turned guerrilla commando.
She’d hardly finished her stretches when she saw two people headed across the lawn toward her. One was a man not much shorter than herself, likewise clad in sweatpants and an ancient Guinness T-shirt, and the other was a small woman with the most bizarre hair Molly had ever seen--white, with a big black streak. They appeared to be arguing.
“I don’t even know what yoga is,” Susan said irritably. “Sounds like something you eat. Besides, we really ought to be working on the potion.”
“It’ll be good for you,” Shaun assured her. Personally, he had no desire to be turned into a newt again any time soon--it didn’t matter that he’d got better. Being a newt was definitely not on his top ten list of Fun Things to Do. “It’s all about harmony and peace and…harmony and stuff.” While he’d yet to see any truly spectacular demonstration of Susan’s temper since she’d un-Death-ified, he felt it was probably better to head things off at the pass, as it were. An ounce of prevention, and all that.
“Peace. Right.” In Susan’s experience, peace was something that happened to other people.
They approached the woman who must be the teacher--an Amazon of a woman, who had to be at least six feet tall. Susan instinctively distrusted tall people, and she had to make a conscious effort not to let that instinct color her first impression of the woman.
“Hi,” she said, eying the massive mat curiously. Apparently they were the first two here--a fact that didn’t make her happy, since it meant she didn’t have a crowd to hide in. “Are we in the right place for the…yoga?”
Molly nodded. “Yep. I’m Molly--I’m your instructor for today. Have you ever done this before?”
Both of them shook their heads. Shaun at least knew what yoga was--Liz had gone to the gym a lot, and he’d picked up things here and there--but he’d never actually tried it for himself. Inwardly he was worried that he wasn’t half flexible enough, but he knew Susan wouldn’t have gone if he didn’t.
Molly grinned. “Yoga virgins, huh? Well, that’s okay. We can start with stretches.” She beckoned them onto the mat, sitting and stretching out until her forehead touched her knee. “Just do what I do, and don’t worry if you can’t do it as far as I can. I did gymnastics for years.
Susan raised her eyebrows at the term ‘yoga virgin’, shooting a dubious and somewhat sardonic glance at Shaun. She sat gamely enough, however, mimicking Molly’s movements. Being both young and, let’s face it, not entirely human, she didn’t have any trouble matching Molly’s stretching, touching her forehead to her knee and clasping her hands around the sole of her foot.
Shaun didn’t fare nearly so well. He hadn’t gotten any real exercise since secondary school, and several of his joints creaked alarmingly. Molly looked up at him, concerned.
“Take it easy,” she said. “The point isn’t to hurt yourself.”
Shaun grimaced, easing up a bit. He continued to grimace all through the stretches, while Susan managed them without so much as a twinge, damn her. She wasn’t that much younger than him, but possibly more embarrassing still was the fact that Molly had to be at least ten years older than he was.
“All right, let’s see what you can do first off,” Molly said, standing and dusting off her hands. “I think we’ll test your balance. Do this.” She swung into an effortless, straight-back handstand, her wild ponytail dangling on the mat. Shaun gaped, and wondered just what the hell he’d signed on for.
Susan, on the other hand, surveyed Molly a moment and proceeded to copy her exactly. When she wasn’t distracted, Susan was completely self-possessed by nature, and a handstand was nothing compared to walking through walls.
Shaun made a face, and attempted to follow suit, with the result that he crashed into an inglorious heap. “…Ow.”
“Why don’t you try some more stretches?” Molly suggested, walking the length of the mat on her hands.
“Yeah, Shaun,” Susan said, making no effort to disguise the amusement in her voice. “You do that.”
Shaun scowled, but said nothing. He ran through the stretches again and hoped somebody else would show up soon, so he wouldn’t stick out like such a damn sore thumb.
((All my pups are up for grabs, so feel free to pick a victim buddy at will))
Feel stressed? Overworked? A little nuts?
Try YOGA!
Free class with resident therapist Molly Michon
Four o'clock, next to Greenhouse Three
Molly honestly had no idea whether or not anyone would show up to her little class. She’d never tried to teach yoga or meditation, but she’d done enough of each that she felt it couldn’t be too difficult. She planned to hold another kind of anger management course at some point, too--the more violent kind--but right now she herself was in a Zen kind of place, and felt like passing it on.
Fortunately, the weather was cooperating with her--it was cool but not cold, and the sunlight had taken on the peculiar, nameless quality that to her always spoke of autumn. She’d gotten the house elves to pick up what was in effect one gigantic yoga mat--it was really more like the things you found in high school gymnasiums than anything else. She sat on it and ran through the series of stretches she normally used for her sword practice, vertebrae popping like gunshots. Barefoot, in sweats and a tank top with her hair tied back with an old bootlace, she looked like an aerobics instructor turned guerrilla commando.
She’d hardly finished her stretches when she saw two people headed across the lawn toward her. One was a man not much shorter than herself, likewise clad in sweatpants and an ancient Guinness T-shirt, and the other was a small woman with the most bizarre hair Molly had ever seen--white, with a big black streak. They appeared to be arguing.
“I don’t even know what yoga is,” Susan said irritably. “Sounds like something you eat. Besides, we really ought to be working on the potion.”
“It’ll be good for you,” Shaun assured her. Personally, he had no desire to be turned into a newt again any time soon--it didn’t matter that he’d got better. Being a newt was definitely not on his top ten list of Fun Things to Do. “It’s all about harmony and peace and…harmony and stuff.” While he’d yet to see any truly spectacular demonstration of Susan’s temper since she’d un-Death-ified, he felt it was probably better to head things off at the pass, as it were. An ounce of prevention, and all that.
“Peace. Right.” In Susan’s experience, peace was something that happened to other people.
They approached the woman who must be the teacher--an Amazon of a woman, who had to be at least six feet tall. Susan instinctively distrusted tall people, and she had to make a conscious effort not to let that instinct color her first impression of the woman.
“Hi,” she said, eying the massive mat curiously. Apparently they were the first two here--a fact that didn’t make her happy, since it meant she didn’t have a crowd to hide in. “Are we in the right place for the…yoga?”
Molly nodded. “Yep. I’m Molly--I’m your instructor for today. Have you ever done this before?”
Both of them shook their heads. Shaun at least knew what yoga was--Liz had gone to the gym a lot, and he’d picked up things here and there--but he’d never actually tried it for himself. Inwardly he was worried that he wasn’t half flexible enough, but he knew Susan wouldn’t have gone if he didn’t.
Molly grinned. “Yoga virgins, huh? Well, that’s okay. We can start with stretches.” She beckoned them onto the mat, sitting and stretching out until her forehead touched her knee. “Just do what I do, and don’t worry if you can’t do it as far as I can. I did gymnastics for years.
Susan raised her eyebrows at the term ‘yoga virgin’, shooting a dubious and somewhat sardonic glance at Shaun. She sat gamely enough, however, mimicking Molly’s movements. Being both young and, let’s face it, not entirely human, she didn’t have any trouble matching Molly’s stretching, touching her forehead to her knee and clasping her hands around the sole of her foot.
Shaun didn’t fare nearly so well. He hadn’t gotten any real exercise since secondary school, and several of his joints creaked alarmingly. Molly looked up at him, concerned.
“Take it easy,” she said. “The point isn’t to hurt yourself.”
Shaun grimaced, easing up a bit. He continued to grimace all through the stretches, while Susan managed them without so much as a twinge, damn her. She wasn’t that much younger than him, but possibly more embarrassing still was the fact that Molly had to be at least ten years older than he was.
“All right, let’s see what you can do first off,” Molly said, standing and dusting off her hands. “I think we’ll test your balance. Do this.” She swung into an effortless, straight-back handstand, her wild ponytail dangling on the mat. Shaun gaped, and wondered just what the hell he’d signed on for.
Susan, on the other hand, surveyed Molly a moment and proceeded to copy her exactly. When she wasn’t distracted, Susan was completely self-possessed by nature, and a handstand was nothing compared to walking through walls.
Shaun made a face, and attempted to follow suit, with the result that he crashed into an inglorious heap. “…Ow.”
“Why don’t you try some more stretches?” Molly suggested, walking the length of the mat on her hands.
“Yeah, Shaun,” Susan said, making no effort to disguise the amusement in her voice. “You do that.”
Shaun scowled, but said nothing. He ran through the stretches again and hoped somebody else would show up soon, so he wouldn’t stick out like such a damn sore thumb.
((All my pups are up for grabs, so feel free to pick a victim buddy at will))