fandomhighdorms | Gym, Monday Evening

After she got out of apocalypse class, Quinn called Coach Sylvester to politely ask what the hell she had been thinking by shipping her off to crazytown.

The conversation brought a few things to light. Namely: That the cheer coach had not gotten the censored version of the brochure.

Namely: That she thought it would be good for Quinn to deal with vampires, time travel, and aliens, because, as she put it, "I need a tougher captain if we're going to get anywhere your senior year."

Namely: That she didn't care at all if Finn ended up dumping Quinn while she was off fighting tomatoes with teeth. Which was just unfair, as far as Quinn was concerned.

Quinn decided the best thing for her to do would be not to think about it, so she pulled on workout clothes and went exploring until she found the gym. She cranked the stereo loud and put herself through a full cheer choreography rehearsal. It was a little hard pulling off some of the flips without a spotter, but Quinn didn't particularly care at the moment.

[OOC: Open gym post, yo.]

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The indulgence of the specials at Lacey's meant Scully was feeling guilty and self-conscious, so heading to the gym was definitely in order. She stopped to watch the girl she didn't know for a moment, then headed over to the treadmill. "Hello. That was very impressive."

"I know," Quinn said, raising an eyebrow at the short girl. (In truth, she'd been wobbly on a few forms and she'd had to fake some of the jumps with no one there to catch her, but that wasn't something she'd admit to just anybody.)

"I've worked hard at it. Are you a gymnast?"

"No. Runner," Scully admitted, then added, "Dana Scully. Are you new, or have I just not run into you before now?" Completely possible, given how often she geeked out in her room alone. Learning a whole slew of new people's names was a slightly daunting prospect. She tilted her head, studying the gymnast as she started up the treadmill, fairly certain she was from a 'normal' world, and wondering how she was handling it, if she was new.

"Quinn Fabray," Quinn said, reaching for her water bottle. "I'm new. You -- were in my class this morning."

She was making a point of noticing things like that. Until she figured out who was who, she needed to.

"How long have you been around?"

Scully squinted, then nodded, remembering her now. "I've been here two months. It's been-- different," she said cautiously, not wanting to freak Quinn out. "I'm assuming far too many people were far too happy to inundate you with all the ways this island is supposed to be weird, nearly immediately?"

She fell into a very light jog, one that would make conversation still possible, yet serve as a warm-up.

"Everybody has," Quinn said wearily. "And then I met my boyfriend's best friend from a different universe, which just kinda topped it off."

She gave Dana a wary look. "You aren't about to show me how your head can spin 360 degrees or anything, are you? My heart rate's fast enough right now."

Scully would have laughed, except for the fact she was sure someone here could do that, or pull off the illusion of it. "No, not even slightly. No superpowers. No particular bizarreness..." Ahem. She paused, slowing to a walk, and said, "I am from 1999, though. I'm still getting caught up with the new phones. As well as everything else. I take it you're from somewhere very normal?"

"Lima, Ohio," Quinn answered. She dropped to the mat to start stretching for a cool-down. "Don't worry if you've never heard of it. No one has ever heard of it."

"I was in first grade in 1999."

That made Scully feel even older. I was thirty-five, a forensic pathologist, and an FBI agent in 1999. While the girl she was talking to had been six or seven, at most.

"I'm from Annapolis," she offered in return, then added, "Navy brat. Are you a senior, then? Or a junior?"

"Junior," Quinn confirmed. It wasn't like ~~her mun~~ she'd done extensive math to figure out what grade she was in in 1999.

Her dad's job was boring, so:

"At home I was head cheerleader, but people don't even seem to know much about the squad here."

[OOC: Night, Sp?]

[ooc: night! SP yay!]

Scully picked up her pace again, thinking, then said, "I haven't heard them mentioned on the Radio since I arrived; maybe whatever cheerleading squad the school has is on break for the summer? But I'm not the best person to ask, since I've been here such a short time. Did you ask your assigned Big Sibling?"

Quinn made an exasperated face. "Yeah, I've been asking everybody. Nobody knows more than that supposedly there is one sometimes. Guess I might have to wait for September to find out anything."

She tilted her head at Dana. "So what are you into, besides running?"

"Science," Scully admitted readily. "I work at the Clinic as an aide. I'm going to be a doctor." She tilted her head back at Quinn. "And trying to figure out how this place works, so it doesn't drive me crazy. With only limited success, I have to admit."

"My rooommate's into all that science stuff," Quinn offered. "Do you know Claudia?"

She bent forward into a longer stretch as she contemplated the question. "I have no idea how the island works. I'm going for it being a plot to either kill us or make us stronger." She was only half joking.

Scully's face actually relaxed into a real smile. "Very well. She's a good friend. We try not to get into trouble together." And sometimes even succeeded! "And your theory makes as much sense as anyone else's," she added, sounding mildly exasperated. "If you don't have a breakdown, then the singing flowers and other nonsense can be pretty amusing."

"Flowers sing?" Quinn asked. "Great. So it's like Disney bred with every bad Syfy movie ever."

The girl's focus was interesting, though. "Do a lot of people get hauled away in straightjackets?" she asked, oh so sensitively.

"Not that I've seen yet," although it was one of Scully's recurring nightmares, yes. But that was from even before she came to Fandom. "Most people seem to just 'go with it'," quote marks in the air, "And hide if anything really dangerous is happening."

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