The Gym, Tuesday evening

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Jessica had worked through most of her issues from the weekend. The problem, of course, was that getting past "most" still left "plenty." There was what Ben said about genetic decomposition, for one thing. It seemed unlikely, but there weren't exactly many experts for her to look into. She already knew of at least one Peter clone who aged up rapidly to his death after a period of stable aging. Who could really say it couldn't happen to her.

But then there was the identity stuff, which was just a whole other thing.

Screw it. She couldn't think about it right now and going out in costume was just not a fun idea for her at the moment, so she was going to set up a punching bag, she was going to make sure it wouldn't go flying if she really unloaded on it, and then she started really unloading on it.

It was better than thinking about things.

[OOC: Open gym!]