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Gym: Monday Evening

Pippi steps into the gym.

She probably shouldn't be here. She remembers somebody telling her at some point that when she feels like this it means she's hurt and "running on endorphins".

She was pretty sure she didn't care.

She considered the heavy bag for a moment and decided it wasn't what she was after.

Unfortunately, the speedbag was for tall people. Undeterred, she found a chair and brought it over to stand on while she worked the speedbag.

It is possible there could be smoke.

[[ooc: You know there's nothing like a good workout before bed.

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"Jesu Christo, Pippi. What did that bag ever do to you?" Pip said, stepping into the gym.

Pippi's head rolled around to look at Pippi as she switched to hitting the bag with one hand. She missed every couple of times.

"Nothing," she said, her eyes big. "It's just a bag... Isn't this how you're supposed to use it?"

"Yeah, well, you look like you've got someting on your mind, little Me-pi. Even with super strength, you are boxing the boxing of someone who is very unhappy with something."

"You're gonna be mad at me." she said finally leaving the poor bag alone.

"I got into a fight without you and Walter, yesterday."

She lifts off her left foot to step off the chair, but tilts precariously to the right.

Pip raised an eyebrow. "Well, before I start getting angry at you, what happened?"

"There was somebody pulling pranks down in the sewers or something and some people were going to check it out and I ran into them." she hopped off the chair and sat in it looking up at him with dilated eyes.

"So I went with them."

"So, the somebody pulling pranks fought back? Or were there still vampries down there?"

Pippi seemed amused for a moment.

"Oh no, he didn't fight anything. I'm pretty sure he ran screaming. And I don't think either of what we found down there were vampires... Did Walter tell you about the Concert?"

Pip shook his head. "I haven't seen Walter most of the weekend. Something told me it would be a good idea to stay inside most of the weekend. Don't really know what it was."

Pippi gave a small laugh.

"Let me know next time you get one of those." she said swaying forward before leaning back and drawing her knees up to her chest and rubbed the back of her head.

Biting her lip she said, "If I tell you? Promise you won't tell Walter without me?"

Pip tilted his head to the side. "... Sure. What happened?"

Pippi told Pip about the consert (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/740784.html?thread=28473776#t28473776) and what she overheard Phoebe tell Bel (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/744678.html?thread=28677350#t28677350) in the sewers about the people who were sampled (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/744678.html?thread=28678630#t28678630) and what the creature said when they stopped fighting. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/744678.html?thread=28726758#t28726758)

"And then." she rubbed her head again, "That's really tall ~~nazi shithead~~ guy showed up and I don't remember much after that until later... I think I walked back here and watched tv for a while."

"...Holy hell, Pippi. Have you been to the clinic? Memory loss is not a good thing. Especially considering that these were Nazis! Monster Nazis at that!"

"No. It didn't occur to me." she said resting her chin on her knees.

"Pippi, you're not invincible! You can take more damage than most of us, but you can be hurt! Jeeeesus. What did this guy do, throw you at a wall? If you black out, that's a concussion! Those are bad!"

"Come to think of it I think he did." Pip's words reminded her of something her father had said all those years ago, which was why she was in here. Trying not to think about it.

"I'm sorry. I'll go to the clinic if it happens again... I didn't realise what was going on."

"I only ever argued with my Papa once. Really, out right, vehemently argued with him. But he was the Parent, and he was the Captain, and the Hawk is his ship. So he got his way. And in all this time I've thought... No, I've known deep down that he was wrong." She hugged her knees tighter.

"But I was wrong. And he was right."

Pip slammed the bag again and sighed. "And? What was it that he was right about?"

"We were more or less neutral during the war (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweden_during_World_War_II). I thought we should take a more active role. Papa disagreed and instead we pretty much went into hiding. Papa said that when insane powerfull people were looking to build a 'master race', the best thing a Longstocking could do is not get noticed. Because there have always been people who would... Do exactly what happened."

"... Jeeze. From the sound of it, he was right. But..." Pip shook his head. "I dunno. I mean, just because others might use your gifts badly doesn't mean you should hide them forever. You have to stand up for what you believe in. Especially against people like that."

He hit the bag. "Your papa was probably just trying to protect his little girl."

She smiled up at him.

"That's pretty much what I said." she stood up on the chair again and gave the bag a punch herself. "I think we were probably both right in our own ways."

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