Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[. . . Well last week sure was a bloodbath. A bloody, accidental bloodbath. Even with two groups trying to save you, it might start to feel doubtful that you'll ever get out of here alive. Not to mention that Randy almost killed you all on an angry whim and you're still stuck in this madhouse with him of all people.

But hey, there's a silver lining to every cloud! You get a new floor that's not a nightmarish deathscape! Aren't you glad?

18 people remain]

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gym

[stanbyme]

[Stan is so ready for this gym that he's even wrapped his hands with bandages from the first aid room - pre-emptively this time, instead of hurting himself and having his girlfriend bandage him up.

And he comes in and sees one of the girls wailing on the punching bags, and he turns back to leave to give her some privacy, except in doing so he accidentally kicks one of the barbells, sending it banging to the floor.]

Crap- uh, didn't mean to interrupt.

[astronomics]

[ Jyn gets a little startled by the barbell hitting the ground, but other than turning her attention towards Stan there's not that much of a reaction. ]

Don't worry about it. Stan, right?

[stanbyme]

That's my name, don't wear it out.

[He gives her a showman's grin.]

You mind if I take on one of the other bags?

[astronomics]

Knock yourself out. The more the merrier, right?

[stanbyme]

Long as there's a bag to spare.

[He steps up to one of the other punching bags, and takes a pretty typical boxing form.

His first two hits are solid and quick, and definitely powerful for a man his age.]

Never been in a gym with a girl before, thought I'd ask before butting in.

[astronomics]

I've never been in a real gym before, to be honest. Just the training area Saw built when I was younger.

[stanbyme]

I ain't been in the real deal since I was... What, seventeen?

[Another set of good, firm hits.]

...Don't ask how many years ago that was.

[astronomics]

[ She's back to hitting hers too! It's... her form is much less like... she's not super trained, it's much more loose. ]

Wasn't planning on it. But I have to say, I didn't think I would miss having a punching bag this much.

[stanbyme]

Me either. [Whap whap] Me and my brother got one on our ship. Helps a couple of old men stay limber, which let me tell you ain't an easy feat when you're sleeping in bunk beds out on the open ocean.

[astronomics]

I can imagine.

[ Whap whap whap ]

So you're a sailor, then?

[stanbyme]

Since a few months ago. [Whap whap whap whap]

It was a... [pregnant pause, whap whap] dream of ours since we were kids. Stanley and Stanford, intrepid adventurers sailing the seven seas in search of new world wonders and treasure beyond our wildest dreams.

[The force of his punches slows down a little bit, to match the fond smile on his face.]

Y'know, a late start's better than no start.

[astronomics]

Good for you. I think... being a pilot might have been fun, had things turned out differently for me. [ whap whap whap ] Though I suppose I do have time to find something new to do with my life now.

[stanbyme]

[He stops to give her a small smile, and then goes back to wailing on the punching bag.]

It's all about taking chances when you get 'em.

[astronomics]

I suppose it is.

[ She sighs, examining the punching bag for a second before going back to Jyn Smash on it. ]

Especially the ones you had no idea you would get.

[stanbyme]

...Yeah, I know that feeling.

[astronomics]

[ She sighs. ]

Has Leia told you anything about what happened to me by her time?

[stanbyme]

No, she ain't.

[He didn't. Know you two were from the same world.]

I take it it ain't good, though.

[astronomics]

About two seconds after when I was pulled here... I die. It's what I was expecting before I came. So now it's been over a month and... I'm still coming to grips with the fact that I might have a life in front of me now.

[stanbyme]

Sounds like the right time to find someplace quiet, open up a bookshop, maybe write a memoir and sell it as fiction.

[It's an honest, if slightly flippant, suggestion.]

[astronomics]

[ Jyn smirks. ]

Not a terrible idea. That's... huh, that might actually be the direct opposite of forgery.

[stanbyme]

A story so true there's no way it could be real.

You, uh, you going home with your gal?

[astronomics]

Wherever she wants to go, at this point. We'll see.

[stanbyme]

Good for you. When you find something like that, you gotta hang onto it.