The Gym: Monday Afternoon

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

It isn't that Mel isn't in a "mood" after what happened yesterday it's just that she felt that beating the crap out of the body bag in the gym would make her feel better.

Okay... she is in a mood. And the beating of the body bag? Totally not helping.

That wasn't stopping her from continuing to beat the crap out of it.

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Deciding that she needed some exercise, River wandered down to the gym in the afternoon. She raised an eyebrow at Mel and watched her assault on the body bag, while slipping down on to the floor for stretching.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel takes a break from the pummeling to wipe her forearm across her forehead and nod at River.

"Hey."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"There is a limit to how many punches even a punchbag can take," River said, leaning forward over her legs. "Have yet to find it myself."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel grunted as she started letting loose with another series of punches. "I'll let you know when I find out."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," River replied, stretching her right side. "I would appreciate it. Although sparring is more enjoyable."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"I've had my fill of fighting real people recently," Mel said smacking the bag again. "Right now I'm more interested in beating the crap out of something that can't fight back."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River looked up, then nodded. "If you ever need assistance, just ask." Not that Mel wasn't able to handle things herself, but sometimes help was preferable.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," she grunted as she gave the bag another punch. "I'll remember that."

She finally stopped punching the bag but had a dissatisfied look on her face as she grabbed a towel to mop her face.

"So what have you been up to?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Going to classes, longing for dancing, flying my spaceship, consuming too much apple cake." River stretched to the right. "And a surprising amount of sparring."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel slumped down against the wall and took a swig from her water bottle. "And that's a list of things you probably could only do in Fandom," Mel commented. "Who do you usually spar with?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"No one in particular. Practised knife fighting with Irulan, sparred with Cassandra who speaks words with each punch and kick, beat up Lee. Sparred with Kerrigan too." That last one she had lost.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Why are you sparring so much?" Mel said wrapping the towel around her shoulders. "Expecting trouble?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River hadn't considered it in that light. "Am working under the hypothesis that fighting under regulated conditions will leave me less likely to..." She shook her head and didn't finish the sentence.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Flip out?" Mel suggested.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

That was one way of putting it. She nodded. "Has happened before." She stretched forwards over her legs again.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Ever try chocolate or ice cream?" Mel suggested. "It's done the trick for me a few times."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Never noticed a connection, for or against," River replied, one corner of her mouth turning upwards. "The tentacled monster gets most of the ice cream though."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Is that the thing you've got underneath your bed?" Mel asked taking another sip of water.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Berthold." She sat up again. "Although he shouldn't eat too much ice cream."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Lactose intolerant?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"That's the assumption," she said. "The result is him eating our clothes."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"That's a real drain on the wardrobe," Mel noted. "What does he normally eat?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"That's a real drain on the wardrobe," Mel noted. "Where'd you find him?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Here when we moved in." It felt like the truth, anyway. She looked up at Mel with a grin. "He's a sweet monster."

[Bedtime for me, woe!]

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka wandered into the gym carrying some rather tiny-looking dumbbells, and blinked at Mel. "Yeeeeeah... I think it's dead now."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel gave the bag another big hit.

"You can never be too sure. I've had too many dead things come back to life."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"You gotta salt and burn them," Sokka replied, knowingly.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel snorted a little and socked the bag with a hard left. "Yeah. I'm not so sure that always works."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shrugged. "You'd need to take that up with Professor Winchester."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"I've taken his class," Mel said wiping her brow with her arm before going back to pummeling the bag. "Some things aren't always solved by salt."