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The Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

Another morning in the gym. Cal had a thought that if he kept it up like this, he might be overdoing it, especially when he considered the soreness tugging at his limbs with each small movement, but he also figured he had a class tomorrow and work Thursday, so that should make him slow down at least a little bit.

But he liked it. It was a good way to kill time that wasn't slowly killing him; it was a rare time when how his body felt matched the flow of hormones running through it. Simple, repetitive, almost mechanical movements, carefully sculpting out what for sixteen years he had no control over. And the work and the sweat and the physical strain put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.

So he was there. Another morning in the gym.

[[ open gym is open *pats the little obsessive one* ]]

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After finishing his stretches, Seely started with his lateral pull-downs, then, since he wasn't going to get many more chances to mess with newbies "What do you think of the island so far?"

One might think that, for the long moment that stretched out after the question had been asked, where Cal managed to fit in a few more slightly grunting presses, he was going to come up with someone almost intelligent and deep. Or at least something a bit more than, "Well. It's different..."

But, unfortunately, that was all Cal seemed to come up with. That he felt like sharing, anyway.

"Just wait until the gremlin bites start happening," Seely said cheerfully. "Keep an eye on Gavin and you'll see what I mean."

Seely was such a good friend.

"Gremlin bites?" Cal asked, quirking a cool eyebrow at the bar of his weights. "That any worse to the random changing into animals thing? And, what? Is this Gavin guy particular susceptible to them?"

"They make you think you're not yourself," Seely said. "Usually in the most embarrassing way possible. Gavin manages to get bit pretty often."

"I'll have to keep an eye out, then," Cal muttered. "For both."

Because he was having a feeling that, perhaps, where Gavin dared to tread, Gremlins were sure to follow, by the sound of it.

He probably wasn't wrong there.

"You can usually find footage of him too," Seely added, because it was just wrong not to bring that up.

Okay, once footage came into the picture, Cal just had to ask.

"What?" he stopped a second to quirk an eyebrow at the other guy, sitting up to reach for his water bottle. "This Gavin guy, like, spit on your mother or something? You seem pretty intent on filling the newbie in on his exploits."

Either that, or maybe the beefcake had a crush on this Gavin. One of those deep-seeded sort of things that you expressed only through things like this. There had to be something, for one guy to fixate so much on another guy to someone he just met who didn't even know the guy in question.

But Seely hadn't even brought up the falling off a horse yet.

"Nah, Gavin's good people," he said, shrugging. "It's just that the tin can on wheels really likes taping him and Luke when the gremlins get all bitey."

"Tin can on whe--" And then Cal stopped himself, cutting himself off with a shake of his head and another sip of water. "You know what? Never mind. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough."

Even though he was thinking he was pretty sure he didn't want to.

"You guys all just pretty much delight in trying to mess with the new kids around here, don't you? Half the people I talk to try to pawn off about five million stories on me..."

"Maybe a little," Seely admitted. "It helps that at least half of them are true."

"Maybe next time," Cal suggested, "you guys can put together a checklist, and then, it could be like a scavenger hunt, and the new kids could check off each story as they collect them, and then, whichever gets them all first, wins a prize or something."

"That sounds like a great idea," Seely said. "Of course,by the time they got the stories, they mightn't trust the prize."

"And that," Cal said with a nod and the slight beginnings of a smirk, "is how you weed out the good ones, see?"

Seely laughed. "I like the way you think," he said, then as if belatedly remembering. "Seely Booth."

"Cal Stephanides," he offered back with a slight grin. Another good thing about this place that Cal was picking up on was that his wry humor seemed to actually be appreciated. He wasn't exactly used to that, and wondered if the attention would turn out to be unwanted or actually surprisingly kind of nice.

"Good to meet you."

"Likewise," Seely said, grinning. "It's a good place, though, weirdness aside."

"Yeah, I'm liking it so far," Cal mused a little. "Everyone's actually kind of...personable and stuff. It's not what I'm used to, but it seems like a good change. I mean, that's almost weirder for me than, you know, little tiny invading things and people turning into crap."

Seely nodded. "I've been here since junior year, seen a whole lot of freaky stuff and the thing that still surprises me is making the Cheer Squad," he said. "I don't quite know how that happened."

"Cheer squad?" Cal quirked an eyebrow. "As in, rah-rah, pom-pom cheer squad?"

"Yeah," Seely replied. "Though the guys had to wear shorts instead of those little skirts."

Cal closed his eyes a moment against the barrage of imagery. "I wasn't even thinking that," he muttered. "Thanks."

"It's all part of the settling in period, eventually your mind stops breaking."

At least Cal had the benefit of knowing that if things got too bad, he might still be able to one-up everyone on the mind breaking at the end. Not that he'd exactly want to win that, but he figured he at least had good ammunition for it.

"I don't know," he mused, however, "I've been talking to some people who've been around for a bit who keep mentioning something still throwing them over."

"Yeah, but by that time, it bounces instead of breaking. You might need to get the dents out but otherwise..."

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