The Gym; Monday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Over the course of the weekend, after having managed to have gone a whole week without, Cal realized that he'd actually blown through half a pack of cigarettes. He supposed, on a general scale, that wasn't so bad, but, for him, with the progress he'd made and considering the reason why he'd gone through so much, it was a very bad thing indeed. So when he got to the gym, warmed up a little, and then got to his usual weights, he attacked his workout with a particular drive and ferocity that he assumed he'd regret tomorrow morning, but, for now, the adrenaline and sweat got his mind to settle for a while, and that was worth it.


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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Pushups. You could only get so far with just pushups. Which is why Jack was in the gym working on the guns.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal gave the guy from the roof last night a slight pause for acknowledgment, but, for the most part, it seemed that they each had their own objectives clearly in mind, and so he stuck to his, and left it at that.

[solo_sword]

Jaina had said she would be down here this morning, and so she was. "It's like the world's righted itself again or something," she said when she saw Cal already down here.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal couldn't help a wry snort of a laugh at that. "Thank God," he muttered into his bench press. Not that he actually felt that their interactions outside of the gym had caused it -- in fact, he knew precisely what had -- but that last off-kilter tilt that he'd been sliding down since Friday was starting to get a bit annoying and he could do with a bit of a righting of the world.

[solo_sword]

"How are you doing?" she asked, taking a seat on the mat. If Gladys was coming down, she knew she'd be putting more into her workout than usual, which meant she knew she had to stretch out at least a little.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I'm alright," Cal answered truthfully. "Rough weekend." There was a slight pause, filled in by a grunt of effort. "Real rough. But good thing about weekends like that is that they end. How about you? Didn't get any violent stomach cramps from allowing the questionable contents of a hot dog from entering your system or anything, did you?"

[solo_sword]

"Nope," she said, stretching out her legs and leaning forward to touch her toes. "I've probably had things that are a lot worse digestively. I'm good. The weekend was much better than the last one, so I'll take it."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Bad weekend the one before last?" Cal asked. "Maybe we're on a rotation schedule, which means this coming weekend's your turn to have a crappy one."

[solo_sword]

"Not allowed!" Jaina said, sitting up. "I'm going home this weekend, it's not allowed to be bad. Bad there means things blow up. It'll have to be someone else's turn."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Fine, fine," Cal allowed. "For the sake of things not blowing up, I'll either take double bad weekend duty or just sit and hope that this theory really is complete bull."

[solo_sword]

"I'm hoping for the second," she said. "Or push the bad weekend off on someone you don't like."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You know," Cal mused after a moment, "I don't think there's anyone here that I dislike enough to wish a bad weekend on them..."

[solo_sword]

"Ordinarily a good thing. But I think you might want to find someone you dislike before the weekend just in case," she teased.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I will definitely get to work on that," Cal said with resolve in his voice. "I'd ask for suggestions on where to start, since you've been here longer, but that just seems cruel."

[solo_sword]

"I'm also not a lot of help there," Jaina admitted, crossing one leg over the other and turning her upper half in the opposite direction. "I've had a stunning lack of conflict here. It's weird."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"So I'm not the only one who thinks it's odd how people just seem generally nice around here," Cal commented. "Good. I thought maybe I was crazy."

[solo_sword]

"Nope, not crazy," she said. "Everyone sort of... gets along. I sort of mark it into the same category as radio squirrels and tiny albino monkeys now."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

There was a bit of a pause for consideration after that. "Well," Cal said, reluctantly, after a moment, "I wouldn't exactly say gets along, myself, but the ones that don't certainly are few and far between...Still wouldn't wish a bad day on any of them, though."