voidtreckerexpress | Fight Club Open Log! (Catch-All For the Month of Imagination)

Who: Open to anyone! Make your own toplevel style~
Where: Training gym
When: Throughout the month of Imagination
What: Training in the gym. Unofficially known as "Fight Club". 47 absolutely does not call it that. But I do!
Warnings: It's a Fight Club! Sorta. Expect (hopefully friendly) violence, maybe some cursing, and whatever else. Free feel to add cw in your toplevels if needed.

Early in the month of Imagination, 47 makes an announcement on the ICP.

From: Training Gym
To: All Carriages

[It's the bald man in a suit again and if you've guessed what he's going to say before he starts talking you've been on the train for far too long like the rest of them.]

[Or come help train.]

[That's all he has to say this time. Short, sweet, to the point. The end. He'll be in the training gym for Q&A for the rest of the day and probably most of the week or until the next mission comes (at least). This is typical for him anyway.]

Make toplevels to your heart's content and tag around to each other freely. Whether your character is offering to teach or wanders in looking for someone to get them involved (or just to watch), this is a post for you! You may use this for any sort of open or even private threads if you so wish.

This log is for anyone who wants to participate in exercising, training, sparring, and teaching lessons. Some of the "classes" also involve things like yoga, meditation, and easier self defense mechanisms for anyone to learn. Magic users also use the facilities to practice their spells! Everyone get use to that crazy lightning storm going off around them as they fight the big bad monster of a training dummy! It's going to happen at some point out in the field, guaranteed!

Basically, if you want to learn new skills that could be useful on missions, come take a peek!

For a basic set-up consider this: the new training gym has all sorts of useful equipment for physical fitness such as mats, soft hand held pads for training with, training dummies, some balancing beams and even a springboard. There are large blocks for making obstacle courses or creating a unique battlefield, and two climbing apparatus next to the wall. Many people are found here daily training, maintaining physical fitness, and teaching others how to handle combat in one fashion or another. Others come and go more sporadically but all are welcome and everyone (typically) shares everything with relative ease. Many of the usual suspects will help accommodate whoever asks for help. Generally, there is just a lot of activity and a busy but fluid schedule around all the equipment and space provided.

[[ooc note: The typical Fight Club open log post has returned! Now condensed into one post with the ic announcement for convenience of yours truly. Here is the original ooc info post which may or may not one day get an update, and here is a list of training/trainers offered up. Feel free to continue to update either post with new character info! Or ask questions if you have 'em!]]

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Piccolo had endured much worse distractions from his meditation than her quiet humming. While not exactly in good taste to him, he wasn't really bothered by it enough to complain. The gym was loud usually anyway even when there were only a handful of people around.

It did bring his attention to her though. He knew he had been joined because he sensed the ki upon approach but he had paid it no mind. Now he concentrated further on the ki and gauged it, felt the calmness of it and knew she was also meditating, memorized the feel of it as another train passenger to keep track of while on missions.

Edited 2020-11-10 04:50 (UTC)

Unfortunately for 8, she is unaware of anything that Piccolo is doing. Rather, she is being quiet and introspective. Through she had been filling her days with work she had been neglecting this part of herself. From within the storm she had set to the side has started to break through, and the humming stops.

She narrows her focus, drawing her attention within the storm: the everything that worried her from being away from home. Her brow furrows and her mental self pushes against the storm. Yet is no good. With no task for her to focus on her mental self is being swept into the squall.

A sharp inhale is the only sound she makes as she returns to the conscious world. She sighs, defeated, leaning back as her gaze lifts to the ceiling, staring at nothing in particular.

He had heard that before. Many of his students went through it at least once, sometimes more than once if trouble hit. Sometimes it was just hard to concentrate on meditation when it was all too easy to get distracted by current events.

Piccolo opened his eyes slowly to look at the girl. He rarely had moments like those anymore but that didn't mean he never had them. But meditation was so ingrained in him that he tended to use it as an escape from such thoughts. It was easier for him.

A moment passed. Then, "Do you need a distraction to get away from what's distracting you?"

Eight stopped, looking at the large green man with a flush of embarrassment. "Did I disturb your meditation? I'm sorry..."

Yes she could use the distraction, but that seemed counter to the point of this part of the gym. No matter what her current feelings were, the most important thing was to address what needed to be done in the present.

Which is part of the reason why the storm had gotten as big as it did.

"If I wanted to continue, I would have." Came the reply. Truly, he's not as disturbed as he may seem at a glance. That was just his normal look. But in honesty he'd had worse distractions come bother him than her simple ones.

"What's the matter?"

Piccolo was truly a god of the resting bitch face.

She's quiet for a moment, her eyes peering curiously at the purpose of his inquiry. If he was not bothered, then was he concerned?

"It's complicated." She huffed, which was true. Unfortunately she didn't know him well enough to divulge too deeply in her personal life. "And it's not something that can be resolved while we are on the train."

"Hmm." A moment passed. Then he nodded in acceptance. "If that's the way you feel about it. I won't pry."

It wasn't in his nature. Though if it became a problem he'd perhaps try again to find out more--in an effort to help. But for now...

"Is there something else you would rather do?"

It probably was concern if he was trying to alleviate it by offering to help (distract) her with something else.

"N..." Ah... but he was offering, was he not? Though she did not want to be indebted to anyone, to dismiss aid freely given would also be its own kind of disrespect.

She rolls the idea in her head, her tentacle hair twitching as she thinks. There was no way that meditation would have its desired effect, and chances were poor that the giant green man was the dancing type.

So... perhaps... "...I would not protest to listening to music."

"That is... if you don't mind...?"

Cue the almost visible question marks over Piccolo's head. Whether he was perplexed about what she was actually up to or if he was just confused as to why she was asking permission for such a thing specifically of him--he was a tad lost.

"...sure. The headphones aren't any louder than anyone else making noise in here," he said. He really didn't know what she was asking. And he was assuming; he didn't actually know if she had her own way of producing music but the train's provided option was headphones so he thought she meant to listen to them perhaps.

Eight smiled at Piccolo's request and goes to a small bag. She pulls out a cell phone in the shape of an... octopus?

There's a few finger swipes and she sets it on the ground. Before long it starts to play... the music of her people.

She seems like she's into it?

He watched her with mild curiosity. His ears flickered once at the sound of the music but other than that he made no indication on whether he liked it or not. It didn't seem to bother him.

His eyes darted up to look at her face and noted she seemed content. That was good. At least some of the tension was alleviated. And since he could easily ignore the music he was content as well with it doing its job to sooth her.

At this rate though he was likely to go back to meditating. Unless she needed him for something more? The distraction seemed to have worked for now at least.

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