Saturday morning, the gym

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah's clothes were back! Her clothes were back! Wooo! All of them!

... which meant she'd have to give Arthur back his shirt. Sometime soon.

Right. Time to go work out some frustration on a punching bag.

Dinah dialed up the Crystal Method, and let loose on the bag.

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir had spent the last weekend in his room, for the most part, so he'd decided to make a pointed effort not to do that this weekend. As such, he'd ended up at the one place he used to visit every weekend.

Dinah, as such, got a wave before he put down his things and started kicking around a soccer ball on the other side of the gym.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah waved back, smiled at the guy she didn't know, and went back to kicking the bag, imagining it was a certain person's face.

Wham!

After a bit, she took a break, sitting down next to her gym bag and grabbing her water bottle. She pulled down her ear phones, techno chattering very low around her neck, and said, "Hey. I'm Dinah."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir knocked the ball against a wall to bounce right into his hands.

"Liir," he offered as he walked over, only a little sweaty. One hand was outstretched for a shake.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah wiped her own wrapped hand off on her leg, and with some caution, shook his, hoping she wouldn't get any flashes of info. The last couple times that had happened here had been a bit unnerving. "Amber's boyfriend?" It wasn't like that was a very common name. "I met her at Turtle & Canary this week."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

If she got anything, it would be a view of training Makejoy, since he'd been thinking of the next thing to teach the puppy.

"Yes, I'm Amber's," and he didn't put any other words to it. "A pleasure to meet you. New this semester? I ask as I'm not the most social of lads."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

A quick flash of an adorable black puppy, and that was it, to Dinah's relief. Her smile widened.

"Yup! Two weeks today. And boy, did I not know what I was in for. Disappearing clothes, washing and coffee machines that go on strike--" She shook her head, taking a drink of her water. "Did you know to expect that kind of stuff when you got here?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"My confusion had more to do with telephones, computers, and all the other tik tokityness people here take for granted," he admitted with a brief chuckle.

"My world isn't exactly... well, it's not much like this one, in some ways."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh. I know a couple people here who aren't used to machines either," Dinah said, thinking of Merlin. Ack. Merlin. Someone else she had to talk to. "So, where are you from? Do they have horses and carriages there, or something else? " She pointed to the soccer ball. "Did you play soccer there?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Gooseball," he corrected with a faint smile, "and yes. I learned a few months before coming here. And there's horses and carriages, yes. As well as talking Animals and animals. Oz is a bit odd, but it's home."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Gooseball. Okay. So you have animals that talk, and animals that don't talk?" Dinah didn't pick up on the audible difference there, but the phrasing helped her a bit. "I think everyone here is from somewhere odd to someone else, almost. Even the ones that are kind of similar. You'd probably hate New Gotham City. It's big and loud and dirty... but hey, it's home." The pride there was could probably be heard without the use of capitals.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Big and loud and dirty sounds very much like the Emerald City," he admitted, "but I think those are the same all over.

"And yes, we have animals and Animals. Magic as well, if that would be odd for you."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'm... getting used to it?" Dinah said, balancing her water bottle on one foot. "We have something similar, but not just like it. People with meta-abilities. And I've talked to Tony and Ronan about it." She took one last sip from her bottle, then capped it and put it back in her bag, getting to her feet. "Someone back home told me we have magic, but that it's mostly pretty difficult to do, and you'll barely ever see it." She stretched one of her arms, thinking. "Do you guys use it every day? The way we use machines?" She grinned. "Tick-tocks?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"There's a sorcery school at Shiz, but those are minor things, small enchantments. Witches and Faerie Queens and such are the thing of myths, now."

Now. He shook that off.

"Mostly, we just use manpower. We've got some machines, though. There's machines and then there's tik-toks and there's a difference between the two. No one'd call the Gilikin Railroad pleasure pfaithism, after all."

He looked around.

"But you're doing all right here?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela wasn't sure what drew her to the gym. It's not like she really needed to work out to stay in shape.

Still, she stood, leaning against the door jam, watching.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was punching and kicking in equal measure, her hands wrapped up in gloves, sometimes to the beat of the music coming through her iPod earphones, sometimes just pummeling it. It was nice. Relaxing. Comparatively speaking.

On one go-round, she saw Triela out of the corner of her eye, and nodded; then, when she'd reached a good rest point, pulled down the earphones and said, "Hey. I'm Dinah. Did you need the bag?" She didn't look dressed for it yet, but who knew around here.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I'm Triela." She definitely wasn't dressed for it.

"And, no, but thanks. The bag's a bit light for me."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah looked from the bag-- which had been nicely solid throughout her workout -- to Triela. Younger, shorter, and lighter than Dinah. But hey, Helena didn't look like she could pick up guys and pitch them over cars either. Not safe to make assumptions. "Oh." She nodded. "Not enough of a work-out for you? Do you use the weights?"

She bounced on her toes to the music coming out of her earphones, and swung her arms to get the circulation back in them.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Hand to hand's not really my style," Triela grinned a bit. "But you seem to be decent at it."

For better or for worse, Triela didn't know much at all about hand to hand combat.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" Dinah settled onto her feet again, smiling big. "I've only been in training a year. But I do it a lot." She noticed the grin, and tilted her head, curious. "So, what are you into?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"My training is primarily in firearms. I specialize in close quarters work." Her dry cleaning bills were horrendous, what with all the blood.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah nodded, taking that in, then said, "I know the basics of firearms, but not a lot. I should probably practice here, since they have a gun range." The words 'close quarters work' plus guns came together in her head, and Dinah stilled, watching the other girl. Naaah. She was ... really young, for the kind of image that provoked. "How long have you been doing it?" she asked, going back to a slow series of punches and strikes, slow enough to still hold a conversation over.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"About four years now." Which, considering how old Triela looked, would have meant starting at the age of ten.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Wow. That's ..." Hard-core. "Impressive." Dinah kicked the bag, elbow-strike, punch. Kick-strike-punch. She was all kinds of curious about this girl. But the mis-steps she'd made dealing with Arthur reminded her again that this place wasn't home, and wasn't like home for some people. "And not really common around here. Does everybody start young, back where you're from?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Just the girls at the Agency. The rest of the world is... pretty much like this one."

"And if you want to get into guns, there's a club. If you're interested."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah slowed a bit, thinking that over, then addressed the second part as she did a series of crescent and side-kicks to the bag. "Thanks. I might show up for that. I don't have any clubs, I'm just hoping to get a part in the play they've got in town."

Girls at the Agency. Ten-year-olds with guns. Not typical.

The Barbara in her head was sounding very, very worried. "Do you like being part of the Agency?"