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Camp gym, Friday morning

For once Aeryn didn't wake up obscenely early, though it's still really early. Which means she heads to the gym- big shock to everyone- gets out her gloves, and starts hitting the bag. She's also discovering it's more satisfying to hit things when she has a reason.

[I have some net access and some time this morning. Come play.]

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Jamie entered the gym in order to work on some of the skills his duplicate had picked up in California but stopped dead when he saw Aeryn working out.

Gathering his composure he waved hello at her and went over to the sparring mat to stretch out.

Aeryn's good at a few things, and one of them is pretending that everything is normal when she really can't do anything about a situation. So when she sees Jamie come in, she greets him with "Hey."

Jamie? Also bad with the pretending everything is normal but gives it a shot anyway.

"How are you?" he asked tensely.

"I was okay with the cabins, but I think I'm done with that now," she answers, letting the bag swing a little before hitting it again. "Other than that... You?"

"Good," Jamie said continuing to stretch out. "Have to say I'm liking the cabins though. What don't you like about them?"

She shrugs a little, studying the bag and deciding whether she wants to hit it. Not at the moment. "There are a lot of people," she explains. "I'm not used to that sort of setup anymore."

"Haven't seen you around much," Jamie tried to say casually but ended up cracking his voice. "What have you been up to?"

What voice crack? "Gym, classes, Meerkats, the usual," she says, not mentioning the boyfriend. Notice how sometimes she's nice. "I haven't seen you much, either. Though I think I did hear the party the other night, with the mudslinging."

"Well you know I've been keeping busy," Jamie said positioning himself on the mat. "And the mudslinging was just a spur of the moment thing. You know. Playing in the rain kind of stuff."

Jamie then tried to do a backflip and landed on his butt. He quickly scrambled to his feet his face turning a bright red.

The corners of her mouth turn up a little. "You might need to get a little more height," she advises.

Jamie's face flushed even more. "Uh. Yeah. Thanks."

Jamie positioned himself again and did a quick run and attempted to do a forward handspring and ended up falling on his back. Hard.

Jamie swore underneath his breath and then looked around the room looking a little confused.

"You all right?" she asks, more conversational than worried.

"Yeah," Jamie said looking confused. "It's just that usually when something like that happens there are more of me around."

Aeryn frowns, looking around like she's expecting another Jamie to just pop up. "Does it always happen?" she asks. "You always duplicate like that?"

Callisto totally wasn't moving in a slightly jumpy way that suggested she'd decided to substitute caffiene for sleep the previous night. She also didn't look the least bit disappointed to see Aeryn already using the bag. Really.

"Morning."

"Hey," Aeryn greets her, then watches her for a moment. "You okay?"

"Usually they appear everytime I hit something," Jamie said getting a little worried as he started whapping his fist against the wall repeatedly. "I don't know what the heck is-"

Jamie hit the wall particularly hard and finally a duplicate showed up.

"Man! Chill!" the duplicate said with a look of disdain at Jamie. "You're just uptight because of-"

"Yeah," Jamie said sharply. "That's enough."

"Who me?" Callisto drummed her fingers against one leg, as she looked over the practice swords. "Fine, just fine."

Aeryn raises her eyebrows, but at least there's another one of him. Weird to think, but okay. "All fixed?"

"You're just a little..." Aeryn tries to imitate the look on Callisto's face.

Jamie absorbed his duplicate before he could say anything else. "Yeah. Looks like it," he said looking a little disturbed. "Maybe I'll just skip my practice today. I'll see you around, Sun."

She nods, looking a little concerned. "Bye, Jamie," she says.

"Just a little excess energy." Callisto shrugged and picked through the swords. "Not used to taking it easy this time of year."

"Something special about this time?" she asks, kicking at the bag.

"Special?" Callisto squeaked and dropped the sword she was holding. "No, just it's the middle of the campaign season. Not that we ever really stop fighting just more intense in summer."

"Temperatures or holidays make people more prone to fighting?" she guesses.

"Little bit of the temperate thing," Callisto replied, crossing and uncrossing her arms. "But mostly it's a combination of better fighting conditions, plus the gap between the planting and harvest times means that there's more men available, and bigger armies can be fielded. Not just the full-timers."

Aeryn stops hitting the bag, stepping away from it. "Do you need that?" she asks.

"A bigger army?" Callisto said. "Possibly, but not right now."

"I meant the bag," Aeryn tells her. "Though armies are nice."

"Oh, the bag," Callisto nodded. "I knew that."

Aeryn steps further from the bag, because Callisto with a sword right now scares her anyway. "Have at it."

"Thanks." Callisto ducked her head and started punching the bag with a lot more effort than she needed to.

Aeryn watches her for a moment, and offers up her gloves. "If you need them," she says.

Callisto stared blankly at the gloves for a moment, before shaking her head and taking the gloves. "Thanks."

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