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WHO: Lauri-Ell and You
WHERE: Civics Center (see Yellow 7 on the map)
WHAT: Fitness! Self-Defense! Contemplation of the Sky!
WHEN: January
WARNINGS: None

1. Do You Even Lift?

People had expressed interest, and so here Lauri-Ell was, continuing her self-appointed task of making sure the fitness areas of the training center was ready for learning. It had taken some time to find appropriate rocks to shape with her hammer to make into appropriate weights. Vines from the greenhouse were woven into jump ropes and ladder grids for agility training.

But really, the best part in her opinion was the simplest one. A large chunk of tree trunk. She'd brought it down with her hammer, broken up into a disk as wide as her shoulders, which she had rolled onto its side like a wheel before working the bark off of it. The thing wasn't fully smooth, definitely still rough enough to not just roll off on it's own, not to mention with hand-holds cut into the sides at regular intervals.

It was at this creation Lauri-Ell was at now, the disk flat on the ground, her fingers curled into the holds as she hauled it up onto its side before pushing it over. The noise of it crashing down was loud, but she didn't seem to mind. The point was working her muscles out.

2. Protection Matters

Her explorations of the civics center had found many things. In this case she had found the weirdest space that reminded her of her training days: a large, mostly empty room save for the seating around the edges. In truth it was a bit of a theater, but Lauri-Ell didn't see that. What she saw was a space to spar.

Lauri-Ell grinned as she moved into the room.

"I must turn you into a sparring space. I wonder how I'd pack sand. I don't think I can get a lower grav floor installed…"

3. Far From Home

Night. While Lauri-Ell had chosen a primary residence near to the residence of the Emperor and Prince-Consort, tonight had been a long one in the civics center, and her longing had driven her up. The ships could not give her the spread of stars she ached for. This, she decided would have to do tonight.

The woman looked up to the sky, the distant stars, and sighed.

"I miss the stars. It feels so strange, to be below them."

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"The Bachelorette?" Billy guesses, starting to get a little winded, but doing his best to power through.

"Fun to me...ummmm, comics. I like reading comics. And playing video games. Some table top, which...probably means nothing to you like 90% of what I'm saying," he laughs, "Pretty much anything with Teddy. That's always when I have the most fun."

"No, I do not believe that," Lauri-Ell says. But she would have loved that show. A woman choosing men. Yes, that was better.

"I do not know what comics or video games are. So yes, I do believe you are correct. But it is good you like your husband."

"He's hard not to like," Billy agrees with a warm smile, "It should really just be the litmus test for whether someone's an okay person: do they like Teddy?"

Hard no to like. And yet Lauri-Ell had seen things already to imply it's not fully true.

Which makes her wonder just how much the leaders of the Skrull and Kree did on that litmus test.

"Well, at least I am not bad," Lauri-Ell says. "He was good to me."

"I'm glad-" Billy doesn't elaborate past that for a moment, running out of steam and slowing to a halt as he tries to catch his breath.

"I don't...run a lot," he admits sheepishly, "Or jog..."

"What do you do to get around then?" Lauri-Ell asks, and she's already making out a mandatory fitness schedule for her Prince-Consort. One that should be implemented back home as well.

"...I walk? Or...fly, or...you know-" he ports from where he stands to about 5 feet to the left. "Unless you mean back home, and then... well it's a lot of the same, but throw in the train, and my bike and stuff."

"So you constantly skip leg day," Lauri-Ell asks, ahd her voice might be... slightly disparaging. She is not impressed, sir. "You will need to do better, William. How else are you to properly flee if one of these storms happen?"

"N- I mean- I still do the pilates and the yoga and stuff-" Billy defends, "Running's just...Tommy's thing. I only ever really got practice running from bullies in gym class."

"I am still not aware of what pilates and yoga are," she reminds him. "And Running is everyone's thing. Legs and core, they give you power."

Come on, Billy, know this.

Still, she looks angry over the idea of bullies.

"Well it involves some leg stuff, so-" Billy tries, giving a small pout. "...You're going to make me run now, aren't you? This is going to be a thing."

"I'm going to make you run now," she agrees with a wide smile. "Do so, please."

"Yeah, but-" He groans, seeing that pouts not going to get him anywhere. For all her salutes and title calling, she seems unphased by his puppy eyes.

"I did not know I was agreeing to running," he bemoaned, picking up the pace again.

Puppies are not things she has seen before. Sorry, she is not weak to them.

"If you wish to learn to fight and defend yourself, you must have stamina. Part of victory is having the energy to fight."

Billy will have to remedy this eventually. You will be hounded by puppies.

"I really should have skipped gym less, is what I'm learning."

Puppies would be cute, but she prefers Flerkin.

"Gym class?"

Yes, he really should have. Keep running. "After your running, we shall do Jumping Crosses."

"It- hhh- it's our physical...education class," Billy pants, "Bane of unpopular students everywhere."

He considers a moment before concluding- "Jumping Jacks?"

"Why unpopular students?" she asks, thoughtful. But then Jumping Jacks. What are those?

"Tell me what you mean?"

Glad for the distraction from explaining the horrors of gym class for students like himself, Billy slows, trying to catch his breath before answering-

"Like Jumping Crosses? Maybe? They sounded the same- uh- these-" He pauses and does a few half hearted jumping jacks to demonstrate.

Lauri-Ell watches and nods. "Yes, Jumping Crosses. That is what you are doing. Why are they Jacks?"

Questions that Lauri-Ell asks aren't always the most easily answered.

"Because- " Billy starts, but then pauses with a frown. Actually, he has no idea now that he thinks about it, searching for some guess even but coming up blank. "...I don't actually know. Maybe the guy who came up with them was named Jack?"

"That seems accurate," she decides with a smile. That's clearly the right answer. "Jack must have been fit."

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