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Who; Max Guevara and anyone else awake at the hours she is.
What; Testing herself in the gym.
Where; A gym! In Residential Zone 01, let's say, it makes sense.
When; A day or so after the mistletoe shenanigans, late night/early morning.
Warning(s); Nothing I can think of, maybe mentions of her background (harsh military grade training from very young childhood).
Max doesn't sleep often, so she's found herself with a lot of time to kill since arriving on Sacrosanct. The location of the gym in her Residential Zone has been noted before, but ignored since she's just escaped a place where she was forced to push herself mentally and physically day and night and has no desire to trigger memories of Manticore when she's just been taken out of there.
At least, she hadn't been until she realized that something was off about her. It's been subtle enough that she didn't notice anything was wrong at first, but as time has gone on she's noticed that the senses she usually relies on aren't as sharp as they usually are. She'd found herself caught off-guard more times than she was comfortable with, and those incidences with the spores have made her wonder if something else is wrong.
So she's in the gym, putting herself through various tests - weight lifting, agility tests (which essentially amount to cartwheeling across a mat and are being done in lieu of having anyone to spar with), and running on the treadmill. The results of all the tests are leading her to the same conclusion: she's not as strong or fast as she should be; not anymore. Or maybe it's just not here, but either way, she doesn't like it. It scares her, as much as she'll ever admit to being scared.
After about two hours, she's slumped against the wall as she catches her breath, and her hand travels unconsciously to her chest, fingertips resting on her sweat-soaked t-shirt where a scar lies underneath. Her mind spins as she tries to figure out her next step; there's obviously not much she can do about her physical state, but she wonders if there's a way to find out if it's happened to others here without giving herself away. Because sure, there are things here that are much stranger than what she is, but keeping that a secret is the only thing she knows and she wants to hold onto it for as long as she can.
What; Testing herself in the gym.
Where; A gym! In Residential Zone 01, let's say, it makes sense.
When; A day or so after the mistletoe shenanigans, late night/early morning.
Warning(s); Nothing I can think of, maybe mentions of her background (harsh military grade training from very young childhood).
Max doesn't sleep often, so she's found herself with a lot of time to kill since arriving on Sacrosanct. The location of the gym in her Residential Zone has been noted before, but ignored since she's just escaped a place where she was forced to push herself mentally and physically day and night and has no desire to trigger memories of Manticore when she's just been taken out of there.
At least, she hadn't been until she realized that something was off about her. It's been subtle enough that she didn't notice anything was wrong at first, but as time has gone on she's noticed that the senses she usually relies on aren't as sharp as they usually are. She'd found herself caught off-guard more times than she was comfortable with, and those incidences with the spores have made her wonder if something else is wrong.
So she's in the gym, putting herself through various tests - weight lifting, agility tests (which essentially amount to cartwheeling across a mat and are being done in lieu of having anyone to spar with), and running on the treadmill. The results of all the tests are leading her to the same conclusion: she's not as strong or fast as she should be; not anymore. Or maybe it's just not here, but either way, she doesn't like it. It scares her, as much as she'll ever admit to being scared.
After about two hours, she's slumped against the wall as she catches her breath, and her hand travels unconsciously to her chest, fingertips resting on her sweat-soaked t-shirt where a scar lies underneath. Her mind spins as she tries to figure out her next step; there's obviously not much she can do about her physical state, but she wonders if there's a way to find out if it's happened to others here without giving herself away. Because sure, there are things here that are much stranger than what she is, but keeping that a secret is the only thing she knows and she wants to hold onto it for as long as she can.