☠ 058 ; action in the gym

[molotov]

[Molotov has gotten out of the practice of meditation, over the years. Being busy at home, being distracted in Paradisa, it takes one away from remembering to focus. And recent months have been the most stressful that she can remember. Between the still-contained horror from space, her friends leaving left and right, and repeated run-ins with obnoxious residents, Molotov needs to sink back into herself.

But Molotov doesn't turn to yoga or tai chi for her center. Running is helpful, but it's not enough. No, Molotov returns to her roots for meditation -- gymnastics.

Most people probably wouldn't understand, but Molotov finds tranquility in endless loops around the uneven bars, in holding a handstand as long as possible on the beam, in corkscrewing in the air from a simple jump on the floor.

In fact, she feels amazing when she takes a momentary break, sitting cross-legged on the floor and sweating. Enough so that she wants to extend the feeling. She grabs her journal, and opens it to write simply:]

Would anyone be interested in gymnastics lessons from an Olympian?

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Dictated

[assassino]

Molotov! As it so happens, I am presently away from the castle, but I will gladly be your student upon my return.

[molotov]

[There's hesitation. Molotov is no expert in men's gymnastics, and also she doesn't think Ezio will take it particularly seriously. But still...]

Where are you?

[assassino]

Camping! We are not terribly far out, but we are far enough.

[molotov]

Why are you camping, exactly?

[assassino]

Stephanie and Cassandra find it entertaining to "live rustically" while still bringing every creature comfort known to mankind. I am humoring them.

Plus it is nice to be with them.

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[wagers]

[Oh, hi not!mom. Vriska's looking in curiously, and...]

Hey, Molotov! [Have a stupid wave at that. Someone's just passing by. What do?]

[molotov]

[Molotov swings around the upper bar a few more times, then flips through the air to land on her feet.]

Hello, Vriska. How are you?

Written

[putuporshutup]

[Although the handwriting is vaguely familiar for some reason, Meg completely fails to realize who she's replying to. Nonetheless, the topic of gymnastics piques her interest. The girl she's currently possessing trained for years, so what the hell? Could be fun.]

It's been a while since I've done any training, but I'd be interested.

[molotov]

How long?

[putuporshutup]

[She pauses. It's certainly been a while, but it's not like she's capable of being out of shape.]

A couple of years. Might as well get back into it while I'm here.

[Decent answer. Complete bullshit, but it made sense given her actual capabilities.]

[molotov]

We can try it.

[putuporshutup]

Fair enough. Any particular time that works best for you?

Molotov

[samson]

Yes, but not the kind you're thinking.

[BROCK GO AWAY...]

Brock

[molotov]

Shut up. Go away.

Molotov

[samson]

What are you saying, you don't want to do cartwheels where I can see?

Brock

[molotov]

I am going to punch you in the face while you sleep.

Molotov

[samson]

Not a deterrent, Mol.

[freeslider]

You were in the Olympics?

That is so...COOL...

[molotov]

Da, when I was young.

[freeslider]

Which event did you do?

[molotov]

All of them. Fourth in bars, fifth in floor. I did not medal.

I thought I'd replied to this cries

[wolfchild]

What is gymnastics?

IT'S NOT OKAY

[molotov]

Gymnastics is a sport, one based in strength and agility and flexibility. Many flips and acrobatics. You can come see, if you like. I am in the gym.

[wolfchild]

[ she considers not going. she doesn't really feel up to it. but she's interested. ]

I guess.

[ a little later, she'll poke her head in the door. nymeria had been left behind. instead, a vulpix trots after her. ]

[molotov]

[By the time Arya makes it to the gym, Molotov is back on the uneven bars. She swings circle after circle, holding herself upright and upside-down as she switches hands, then sails from one bar to the other, back and forth. And she's fast -- the speed makes her feel like she's flying past the world.]