[IT SEEMED LIKE ADVANCED DARKNESS THAT CAN'T BE DEFEATED BY SOMETHING SO SIMPLE AS ELECTRICITY IDK.
presumably the light's bout to come on in a sec so in the meantime she's gonna pick up the dumbbell ig? if she can? just rippin alternate one-arm dumbbell preacher curls here wheel snipe celly boys ferda.]
Immediately, they will both be able to confirm that, yes. They have found their way inside the Gym.
Though the floor isn't as fancy as the rest of the ship, the machines are a whole other story. Everywhere they look, they will find top of the line equipment. From the elliptical machines, to the treadmills, to the abdominal crunchers — and so forth. There is a section for yoga and pilates, as well another with punching bags and (anatomically correct) dummies. A boxing ring sits in the middle of the room, with benches to the left and right. Each type of exercise machine or tool has its own section, usually with enough equipment for five to six individuals at once.
At the same time, they will both understand where the voice they heard is coming from. There is a screen mounted next to each section. On it, Haymitch and Katy will be able to witness as a muscular, skimpily-dressed instructor demonstrate the equipment's uses and how to get the best workout. There's even a screen near the door, where the same instructor explains what kind of workouts to do for better sex, depending on your goals: work on these areas if you want to be able to hold someone against a wall, or try some yoga if you like being bent in half.
... Weirdly enough? They will both see the face of someone they love (romantically or platonically) in the instructor. But, hey. Katy can definitely pick up the dumbbell if she wants. Go get ripped, girl.]
[Hey, he sure does see Effie and wish he didn't! It's stupid, because it's exactly the sort of thing she'd do once upon a time, but it's a punch to the gut to see her there.]
. . . that's a sight.
[He can't quite take his eyes off it. He's missed her.]
Wonder why they thought a gym needed to be locked up?
[And for Katy, it's... Daryl, of all people. He's probably in some skimpy coveralls, somehow. She frowns, because what else can you do.
The dumbbell is no longer interesting so that's getting left behind as she goes to check out the screen near the door. She'll try to flip the channel if there's buttons for that.]
That's the question of the fucking year. Maybe because no one wants to see Dary giving sex tips.
[If there's no buttons, she's searching for a plug. BEGONE.]
[There are buttons, but no visible cords! If this thing is plugged in somewhere, it likely goes through the wall somehow. Furthermore, Katy can try to flip the channel all she wants but nothing will happen.]
He was at the fight with Tanis. Usually runs around in these dopey coveralls, hair like a mop.
[Thank god for memshare, though she's realize she didn't get to see Effie and it makes her a bit sad. Since the TV's a bust, she heads to try the door, the one they came in through. Why is this gym locked???]
[She is not super confident that that's gonna work, but she's not about to stop him, since they might be right and truly fucked. Instead, BACK TO THE SCREENS while Haymitch makes a mess.
She's gonna stand there a moment and listen to this voice. What are your fitnessing instructions, Daryl?]
[Haymitch hits the door with the dumbbell, and it bounces right back like a bouncy ball! If he doesn't move fast, it's going to smack him... Rest in pepperoni, Haymitch.
Since Katy is inspecting the screen near the door, all she'll see is Daryl giving the same sexercise advice in a loop. His voice is faintly static-ladened.]
[Thank god he has good reflexes. That didn't work, but that doesn't mean brute force is off the table. Glancing around, he then heads over to the equipment. Almost curiously, he climbs up on a treadmill, poking at a few buttons. Who knows what might or might not work?]
[Unlike the door, the dumbbell wrecks the shit out of the screen! The display breaks, spiderweb fractures spreading across the screen as the colors distort. The audio glitches, and the instructor's voice gets stuck in a loop.]
Something changes as Haymitch climbs up on a treadmill. It doesn't start up right away, but he will feel something slimy and cold wrap itself around his wrists. If he tries to move away from the treadmill, he will find himself locked into place. All across the room, the instructors displayed on each screen will stop their lessons. The lights will dim as the room goes eerily silent. When Haymitch and Katy glance at the screens once again, they will find that none of the instructors have a face.
Furthermore... They're all staring at Katy, following her movements around the room with their heads.
She will be overcome with a sensation not unlike panic. Irrationally, Katy will become convinced that she will die if she doesn't pick a section right away. Any section, except the treadmills.]
[WELP this is highly unsettling, but Katy's not about to pause to consider her options. To the (spins roulette) punching bags and stuff. Bam, she has won musical chairs.]
Katy selects the section with the training dummies and punching bags, and finds that her feet are now locked into place. The screens across the room will go black, though it doesn't seem like they've been switched off. White text will appear on the screens by the treadmills and the training dummies, while something else appears on the rest of the screens.]
WORKOUT ROUTINE SELECTED. YOUR INSTRUCTOR WILL BE WITH YOU IN 30 SECONDS. 30... 29... 28... 27...
[... Remember the faceless instructors from earlier? As the countdown begins, two of them will crawl out of the screens next to Katy and Haymitch.. They are horribly pale and moist, a stench like rotting fresh inundating the room as they shamble towards them. It doesn't look like they intend to kill or attack them, but... Well.
More text will appear on the screen after the instructors come to a stop next to them.]
WOULD YOU LIKE TO WARM UP? CONFIRM WITH YOUR INSTRUCTORS.
[Haymitch's wrists will still be locked in, and Katy will be unable to move her feet. So... What now?]
[He looks sickishly pale right now, his eyes locked on those figures. Mutts, or something like them, and sure, they're docile now, but that won't last. He keeps tugging at his wrists, but no give.]
Yeah. We would.
[It's low, and he nods to Katy: it'll be okay.]
Just do what they want for now. It attacks you, you strangle it. Understand?
[Oh, she should've brought a knife. She should have let the door stay locked. She shouldn't have suggested they start monkeying around with shit because this is far beyond what should be within the realm of possibility. It's a dumb thing to be hung up on when you're a month into this shit, but it's all she can think as she tries to unstick herself. How the fuck...?]
I'm stuck. Shit, I'm stuck. I can't move.
[It's panicked, but she's not screaming, not about to make an ass of herself over this. She looks to Haymitch and his advice should help, and it does, but it's not a good sign that he's telling her to go with it.
As cocky as she was over the trick with the explosives, she's absolutely going to defer to him now, though. She trusts him. He'll get them through this.]
Y-yeah, got it. Strangle it. I can do that.
[Does it even need to breathe? She's shaking as it stops next to her, and god, she wants to pull away but she can't fucking move. She's not taking her eyes off of it for a second.]
[Does it breathe? No, not really. Since Katy is focusing on her trainer, she will easily notice that its chest does not rise and fall. It is eerily still, its head turned in her direction.
As they've accepted a warm-up, a line of text will appear on their screens:]
WORKOUT INTENSITY LOWERED FOR WARM UP SESSION.
[And then the screen will flicker, before switching to an informative video. Haymitch's will, of course, explain how to get the most out of your treadmill... before segueing into information about how treadmills were once used as torture devices, and stories about deaths that came as a result of it. At the same time, his treadmill will activate itself. It is, thankfully, in the lowest of settings. The video explains that those who survive must be strong enough to remain steady, never missing a single step.
Katy's video will explain how to get the most out of your training dummy... It seems innocent at first, lacking the backstory presented by Haymitch — but the video shouldn't be Katy's greatest concern. One of the training dummies will animate on its own, shambling towards her and assuming a defensive position once its reached her. Katy will find that her feet are no longer stuck, but there's a catch. A shimmering barrier will surround the section she's currently in, trapping her inside. The video will wrap up by explaining that those who die are those who allow their enemies to knock them off their feet.
As Katy's video wraps up, the training dummy lunges at her. Luckily, the movement is sloppy enough that she may be able to spot a number of openings.
[Shit. Shit, okay, well, that's sure fucked up, isn't it? They should've switched, he could handle some mutant dummy, but her--
But there's nothing for it now. He can run, sure. He'll make himself run, because like hell he's lived through his Games and a rebellion just to die on a stupid treadmill. But he's keeping an eye on Katy, the tension in his body thrumming.]
Keep your body tight, keep moving around, circle it-- try to either hit him square in the face or knock him off his feet.
[It's called out sharply, barked out instructions meant to cut through the terror.]
It's just a Mutt, Katy. Nothing more than an animal, that's it.
[Probably. Maybe. His feet hit the treadmill evenly, a slow pace that he can keep up for a while. He hopes. God.]
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presumably the light's bout to come on in a sec so in the meantime she's gonna pick up the dumbbell ig? if she can? just rippin alternate one-arm dumbbell preacher curls here wheel snipe celly boys ferda.]
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Immediately, they will both be able to confirm that, yes. They have found their way inside the Gym.
Though the floor isn't as fancy as the rest of the ship, the machines are a whole other story. Everywhere they look, they will find top of the line equipment. From the elliptical machines, to the treadmills, to the abdominal crunchers — and so forth. There is a section for yoga and pilates, as well another with punching bags and (anatomically correct) dummies. A boxing ring sits in the middle of the room, with benches to the left and right. Each type of exercise machine or tool has its own section, usually with enough equipment for five to six individuals at once.
At the same time, they will both understand where the voice they heard is coming from. There is a screen mounted next to each section. On it, Haymitch and Katy will be able to witness as a muscular, skimpily-dressed instructor demonstrate the equipment's uses and how to get the best workout. There's even a screen near the door, where the same instructor explains what kind of workouts to do for better sex, depending on your goals: work on these areas if you want to be able to hold someone against a wall, or try some yoga if you like being bent in half.
... Weirdly enough? They will both see the face of someone they love (romantically or platonically) in the instructor. But, hey. Katy can definitely pick up the dumbbell if she wants. Go get ripped, girl.]
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. . . that's a sight.
[He can't quite take his eyes off it. He's missed her.]
Wonder why they thought a gym needed to be locked up?
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The dumbbell is no longer interesting so that's getting left behind as she goes to check out the screen near the door. She'll try to flip the channel if there's buttons for that.]
That's the question of the fucking year. Maybe because no one wants to see Dary giving sex tips.
[If there's no buttons, she's searching for a plug. BEGONE.]
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[Just give him a second, all right. He tears his eyes away from the display, frowning at her.]
Who do you see? Cuz right now, I see Effie.
[And she clearly doesn't, and honestly, at this point, sure, why not. Who knows how it's done. He really doesn't care at this point.]
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A friend of mine from home. Daryl.
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He was at the fight with Tanis. Usually runs around in these dopey coveralls, hair like a mop.
[Thank god for memshare, though she's realize she didn't get to see Effie and it makes her a bit sad. Since the TV's a bust, she heads to try the door, the one they came in through. Why is this gym locked???]
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[He lingers at the tv for a few more moments, but then loops around, checking out the rest of the gym, trying to see if there's anything unusual.]
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Well, presumably. She jerks at the door again, though of course it doesn't budge.]
We've got a problem.
[She crosses the room to go try the other door too, but p sure that one is also locked.]
Considering we needed a bomb to get in here...
[trails off ominously.]
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The other door is 100% locked.]
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He grimaces, but doesn't panic, not yet. Just strides over, grabbing a dumbbell on the way over.]
Move back.
[He is going to break it down with help from fifteen pounds of hot pink fitness equipment.]
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She's gonna stand there a moment and listen to this voice. What are your fitnessing instructions, Daryl?]
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Since Katy is inspecting the screen near the door, all she'll see is Daryl giving the same sexercise advice in a loop. His voice is faintly static-ladened.]
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[She's at a loss, staring down sexy Daryl as he tells her about sexy yoga.
...
So she. grabs a dumbbell and whips it at the screen.]
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[... So, you know, that's pleasant.
Something changes as Haymitch climbs up on a treadmill. It doesn't start up right away, but he will feel something slimy and cold wrap itself around his wrists. If he tries to move away from the treadmill, he will find himself locked into place. All across the room, the instructors displayed on each screen will stop their lessons. The lights will dim as the room goes eerily silent. When Haymitch and Katy glance at the screens once again, they will find that none of the instructors have a face.
Furthermore... They're all staring at Katy, following her movements around the room with their heads.
She will be overcome with a sensation not unlike panic. Irrationally, Katy will become convinced that she will die if she doesn't pick a section right away. Any section, except the treadmills.]
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[He hisses it as he jerks his arms, harder and harder, wrenching against the machine, trying to break free and get to her.]
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Katy selects the section with the training dummies and punching bags, and finds that her feet are now locked into place. The screens across the room will go black, though it doesn't seem like they've been switched off. White text will appear on the screens by the treadmills and the training dummies, while something else appears on the rest of the screens.]
WORKOUT ROUTINE SELECTED.
YOUR INSTRUCTOR WILL BE WITH YOU IN 30 SECONDS.
30... 29... 28... 27...
[... Remember the faceless instructors from earlier? As the countdown begins, two of them will crawl out of the screens next to Katy and Haymitch.. They are horribly pale and moist, a stench like rotting fresh inundating the room as they shamble towards them. It doesn't look like they intend to kill or attack them, but... Well.
More text will appear on the screen after the instructors come to a stop next to them.]
WOULD YOU LIKE TO WARM UP?
CONFIRM WITH YOUR INSTRUCTORS.
[Haymitch's wrists will still be locked in, and Katy will be unable to move her feet. So... What now?]
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Yeah. We would.
[It's low, and he nods to Katy: it'll be okay.]
Just do what they want for now. It attacks you, you strangle it. Understand?
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I'm stuck. Shit, I'm stuck. I can't move.
[It's panicked, but she's not screaming, not about to make an ass of herself over this. She looks to Haymitch and his advice should help, and it does, but it's not a good sign that he's telling her to go with it.
As cocky as she was over the trick with the explosives, she's absolutely going to defer to him now, though. She trusts him. He'll get them through this.]
Y-yeah, got it. Strangle it. I can do that.
[Does it even need to breathe? She's shaking as it stops next to her, and god, she wants to pull away but she can't fucking move. She's not taking her eyes off of it for a second.]
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As they've accepted a warm-up, a line of text will appear on their screens:]
WORKOUT INTENSITY LOWERED FOR WARM UP SESSION.
[And then the screen will flicker, before switching to an informative video. Haymitch's will, of course, explain how to get the most out of your treadmill... before segueing into information about how treadmills were once used as torture devices, and stories about deaths that came as a result of it. At the same time, his treadmill will activate itself. It is, thankfully, in the lowest of settings. The video explains that those who survive must be strong enough to remain steady, never missing a single step.
Katy's video will explain how to get the most out of your training dummy... It seems innocent at first, lacking the backstory presented by Haymitch — but the video shouldn't be Katy's greatest concern. One of the training dummies will animate on its own, shambling towards her and assuming a defensive position once its reached her. Katy will find that her feet are no longer stuck, but there's a catch. A shimmering barrier will surround the section she's currently in, trapping her inside. The video will wrap up by explaining that those who die are those who allow their enemies to knock them off their feet.
As Katy's video wraps up, the training dummy lunges at her. Luckily, the movement is sloppy enough that she may be able to spot a number of openings.
What will they do?]
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But there's nothing for it now. He can run, sure. He'll make himself run, because like hell he's lived through his Games and a rebellion just to die on a stupid treadmill. But he's keeping an eye on Katy, the tension in his body thrumming.]
Keep your body tight, keep moving around, circle it-- try to either hit him square in the face or knock him off his feet.
[It's called out sharply, barked out instructions meant to cut through the terror.]
It's just a Mutt, Katy. Nothing more than an animal, that's it.
[Probably. Maybe. His feet hit the treadmill evenly, a slow pace that he can keep up for a while. He hopes. God.]
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