Let's Get Physical...

[Martha Villiers]

The doors to the 24 hour Fitness Center opened and offered the promise of a longer and healthier life. Advertisements adorned the walls alerting people to the latest special offers on health supplements to gain mass...to brightly coloured gym wear...to highly specialized and nutritionally beneficial water.

Improvement. That's what is on offer.

Cheerful and professional staff offer a cheerful and professional greeting to any who enter the lobby.

Carpeted neatly. Decorated in subtle shades and the muted sound of shiny gymnasium equipment in motion can be heard.

Locker rooms, showers...sauna...main work-out room. All are carefully signposted. A dozen or so well shaped Mortals wander between locations with the confidence of the strong. Towels draped boldly over their wide shoulders - almost as a badge of their work-out.

Over in Studio B the Herald is happily expecting to meet and greet those who wished to attend.

Helped by Dillon she is working to help lay down wide blue foam crash mats on the clean floor. Carefully they place the mats to form a wider square pattern in the improvised dojo.

Martha, with her Blush of Life on for the benefit of the mortals, is dressed neatly in her gymslip, a simple white cotton blouse and her hair neatly tied with red ribbons into two twin tails. Her long gymslip stops at mid calf. Her flesh leg has a white kneesock on, as does her C-Leg. Only the kneesock has found itself rolling to the ankle joint. In deference to the dojo status of the studio she has left her simple black shoes by the door. Her hat and blazer are neatly folded over the sports bag resting on the floor at the side of her shoes. Her cane rests on top of the bag too.

At the floor by the side of the crash mats nearest the door are a dozen rubber practice tanto knives.

Tiny Martha smiles cheerily to Dillon as they move the last of the crash mats into place to finish the larger square of the training space. Straightening up to stand, she rubs hard at her back and hip and nods as she checks the geometry of the matting...a glance is offered to Dillon as if to confer with him to see if they have missed anything and she quickly checks the time on the clock on the wall over the door.


[[OOC: the tanto - http://www.foxairsoft.com/Cold-Steel...fe-p/31689.htm ]]

[Daniella Sage]

Daniella walks into the gym, not being sure what to wear to something like this, she decided on jeans, a white shirt and a pink long sleeved pull over. Over her shoudler she had a larger size purse, which had some of her workout clothes in case she needed them.

Seeing Martha and Dillon, she makes her way over, her foot falls are silent, she is actually wearing sneakers! Which, is one is paying attention, would notice she is a lot shorter. "Good evening Miss Villiers, Mr Connery!" she says with a friendly wave.

[Martha Villiers]

With a cheerful smile Martha offers a traditional bow typical of the sort used in a dojo to Ariana, Daniella and Lance as they enter. Clearly pleased to see Daniella, Ariana and lance. Martha's bright blue eyes widen and fix on Ariana's sleek legs that are on show in the interesting and modern looking shorts. A few blinks are made as she limps over to greet therm. "Good evening!" she chirps to Daniella and Ariana and Lance. "Good evening! I do hope you are all well! Goodness...I do hope we have time to try a lap of the track later!" she enthuses, all wide eyed...and sneaks another quick peek at Ariana's legs.

[James Calloway]

James Calloway made his way into the gym, wearing black sweatpants and a black t-shirt that read 'UBC' on the front in gold lettering. His skin was flushed with Vitae as he made his way in, the blush of life lending him a warmer tone than the usual cold, pale colour of undead flesh. The Carthian gave everyone a smile and a nod and said, "Good evening, everybody... it's excellent to see you all tonight." His Beast kicked and roared within as he met with Beasts new and old; he had not yet met some of the Kindred here. Settling down the rampaging rhinoceros battering down the gates with a sharp application of calm will, he extended a hand to Daniella Sage, offering her a polite handshake. "I'm James Calloway. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

Jim's muscle tone was plain in the gym strip, his large brawler's arms and muscular chest and abdominals filling the shirt most nicely.

[Chrisie]

The arrival of the new Beasts, even those she recognized, was always cause for a shiver in the spine and a grip on her cane. She looked from Ariana's legs to where her cane was...then with narrowing eyes to the arrival of Daymian and Jim. Her Beast needed to be stifled. She rubs harder and harder at her crippled thigh as she limps over to greet the arrivals with a bow. Her Beast is kept at bay as she focuses on her bow.

An approving nod is offered as she sees the shoes taken off. "Ah, just to remove doubt, sir: we aren't here for our regular LARP evening, sir!" she chuckles happily enough to Daymian, "Miss Villiers will suffice for the evening here, sir! We aim for a certain degree of informality when away from our LARP setting, sir, and a strict avoidance of alarming the civilians!" she adds with a happy smile and a very careful nod...a nod loaded with gentle and hopefully instructive meaning. A dainty hand rubs harder at her thigh again as she inwardly thanked nameless Cosmic Forces for the invention of roleplaying games.

[Dillon Connery]

Knelt in the corner, fiddling with the chain on a discarded punching bag, those that enter can see Dillon's broad back twitch just slightly with silent laughter, shaking his head slightly at the Masq breach and how it was quickly covered. They can feel his angry Beast, too. Growling hatefully at those it is unfamiliar with in a threatening challenge. Sensing the physical interaction to come, it wants blood on the floor tonight. Ever the snarling hellhound. Always forced back by its firm master.

The Gangrel Deputy had given Martha the thumbs-up after they'd lain the mats and went to see if any of the gym's other equipment was salvageable, but it seemed a no-go. They would have to be each others training equipment, tonight.

Standing and turning, finally, Dillon dusts his hands unnecessarily and shifts his look of intense concentration into a welcoming smile. Dressed all in black, technically he's still wearing jeans. They're the thin, stretchy kind, though; designed for this kind of activity. Even his socks are black, visible as they are because his boots are with his gym bag, tucked neatly beside Martha's little shoes.

"Hey everyone, glad you all could make it." He hoped the others could, as well. Nodding, with a humble blink, to Ariana's question of their well-being, Dillon wordlessly assures that he is right as rain. Well, by Kindred standards. "Ah, no Jiu-Jitsu for you tonight then, Miss Donovan?" Obviously an inside joke, he is referencing the conversation they had at the Journey concert, months ago.

[SrsBsns]

As the kindred file in, Lance's ever-present smile turns hard at the pressure of other Kindred, but he deals with it as he always does. By looking good and being confident. The little breach makes hardly a ripple in his attention, he notices it and marks a check inside his mind, but it's handled so quickly that he doesn't need to step in, which is fantastic.

The Daeva had equipped himself with grey gym shorts and a matching top for the evening. He looks at the Harpy and lets out a small, amused chuckle. "Have you been keeping secrets from me Miss Donovan? I didn't know you practiced. Mister Connery, good to see you again." He extends his hand to shake the gangrel's own with a firm grip, uninterested in a test of strength against the fellow deputy. "I had hoped I'd get a chance to spar with you a bit. Maybe our partners would like to watch."