The gym, Sunday morning

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Fight Club was tonight, so Dinah didn't really feel like sparring today. But lifting weights was always good exercise, and today she was trying something new after her regular work-out.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

She stared at the weights, as she tried to figure out how much she could lift with her telekinesis, and what the upper limit was. So far? 300 pounds and counting.

[open, as gyms are]

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Hurley had come down to the gym to toss the basketball around a bit.

He sort of gawked when he saw what Dinah was doing.

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Dinah didn't notice for a bit, concentrating on lifting another weight onto the bar, then lifting it with a wobble that smoothed out after a bit. Up, down. Take a breath. Then she saw him. "Hey, Hurley!" Up. Down. Slower, but still working.

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"Duuuuuuuuuude," Hurley said, ever eloquent.

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Dianh couldn't help but laugh, then grin from her seat at the end of the weight bench, legs folded under her. "It's been a while since I checked how much I could lift. I think I'm getting better." Up, down. "We'll see how long I can do this, though. You weren't going to need these soon, were you?"

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Hurley chuckled a little and shook his head.

"I'm not much of a weight trainer," he said. "I was just gonna go throw some hoops for a bit."

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"Cool," Dinah said, smiling. "You play back in L.A.?"

Lift, pause, hold. 350 pounds. Okaaaaay.

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"A little," Hurley said. "I'm pretty good at Horse. Scrimmage, not so much."

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"I don't really play." Dinah added one more set of fifty pound weights on the bar, and took a deep, deep breath. "But I might need a break after this..."

Lift. Hold. Hold. Hoooooooold.

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"You want to play Horse?" Hurley said. "I'd totally be up for that, if you want."

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Dinah couldn't talk for a second, she was concentrating so hard, then she put the bar back down with relief. Unnnnh. "Yeah. That sounds good." She unfolded herself from the bench, and headed over to the court, shaking her head and blinking. "H-O-R-S-E, woo."

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"Man, seriously, that stuff with the weights is really impressive," Hurley said. "I didn't even know you could do anything like that."

He grabbed a basketball and dribbled a little.

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"What, the TK? Yeah, I started wondering how much I could lift. I mean, Tahiri and I throw each other around all the time, but she's tiny." Dinah grinned. "Not exactly a good measure. Oh, and I won't use it for this. Obviously."

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"Heh, you probably won't need to, anyway," Hurley said. "But man, I swear everybody gets special powers around here but me." He was joking, though. "You want to shoot first?"

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"Sure." Dinah went to the side, and backed up a little, then shot, making the basket. "To you! And you know, nobody in Support Services has powers either. There's lot of normal kids here."

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"Nobody in what?" Hurley said, fetching the ball. "Support services?"

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"You didn't see the posters?" Dinah bounced up on her toes, then grinned. "It's Morgana and Francine's group. Medical help, food, ammo, stuff like that, for whenever the next attack happens. They did CPR training last Friday."

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"Damn," Hurley said. "I work on Fridays. I'd totally go, like, otherwise."

He went to where Dinah had stood and went for the shot... and made it.

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"Wooo!" Dinah grinned, raising her arms, then went chasing after the ball. "Hmmm. Where from?" She went back to two-thirds of the way down the court, and gave Hurley a questioning look as she dribbled the ball. "Here? And you could always check in with Morgana anyway, you know."

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"I should," Hurley said. "And where you shoot from is totally up to you. That's kinda, like the part of game."

He thought for a second. "I dunno if I've met Morgana."

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Dinah grinned. "As long as it doesn't make you groan at me..." She aimed, and the ball circled the edge of the basket, circled, circled... and fell off. "Awwww!"

She folded her arms and said, "You'd know her if you saw her. She looks like a fairy-tale princess. Black hair, white skin, blue eyes, dressed from the Renaissance. She's Arthur's foster sister." She paused. "If you've run into him, I dunno."

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"You know, I haven't yet?" Hurley said. "I was supposed to, like, find out if he was single for somebody, but the only person I ever talked to about it got really weird about it."

Hurley fetched the ball and went and made a simple shot, not too far from the basket.

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"Ooooo, who?" Dinah said, wildly curious. "And he mostly is, for what it's worth. I mean. I know he's been with a few people, but nothing serious. And who'd you talk to?" She picked up the ball and dribbled it for a minute, then went back to half-way down the court, and made the shot. "Yes!"

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"Well, I asked Merlin about it," Hurley said. "He's a cool guy, but... I guess I rub him the wrong way, sometimes."

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"Hunh. That's weird." Dinah shook her head, and said, "Or maybe he doesn't like who you were asking for? He gets protective, sometimes. Since Arthur's his boss and all."

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"...Wait, what?" Hurley said, getting the ball again. "Boss?"

He was so baffled he hadn't taken a shot.