Saturday Morning - The Gym

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye yawned and stretched as he entered the gym. Inside there were people. Outside there was snow. All in all, not a bad deal. He was wearing his usual maroon bathrobe, but underneath was stuffed with layers. Just in case. Not that anything would happen today except snow, of course.


[OOC: Saturday gym post! Feel free to use this for your gym special snow shelter needs. And somebody get me some coffee...]

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[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Satisfied that Commander Appo had things under control, Tex headed back into the gym. The troopers had been up all night keeping the town and its citizens save and she figured finding them some food was onnly fair. Most people seemed to be sleeping, but there was a man in bathrobe up. She stopped, tilted her head and looked at him.

"School uniform?" She sneered.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye looked at the hulking mass in armor. "Compensating for something?" He countered.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"No, augmenting." Tex said simply.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"You couldn't have augmented with something a little more colorful? Perhaps a light blue? Powder blue? Periwinkle?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex took a step closer. "I'm not a grunt. This is black ops. Got a problem with that, Red?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Black ops? That reminded him of Colonel Flagg. "That depends. If you're going to make me close my eyes so you can leap out the window, make your undetected escape and let the cold air in, then yes, we do. If you're going to join me for a cup of whatever passes as coffee around here, then not at all my tankified compatriot against the snow. I'm Hawkeye," he said. "I'd offer my hand to shake, but I'm afraid you might crush every bone in there, and that's a lot to fix."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Tex," she considered the offer for a moment. "Make it whiskey and you're on."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"A woman after my own heart. There's no whiskey in here, but I happen to have a bottle stashed away for a rainy day. Or, in this case, a snow day. Wait here, I'll be right back." He disappeared down the hall.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex watched after him and then looked around the gym. Everyone seemed to have settled in alright and she couldn't make out any of the people she needed to arrest. There were boxes in one corner and she approached them to see if there was any food in them.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye returned a few minutes later with a bottle and two glasses. He headed back over to Tex and offered her a glass.

[theharperisgood.livejournal.com]

Harper snuggled under his blankets as he tried to avoid the inevability of waking up.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex accepted the glass and put it down on a box so she could take off her helmet. "I need food for my troopers," she said as she picked up the glass and took a sip. She nodded in approval and took a longer drink. "Not bad."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Half-asleep, Callisto wandered into the gym to do some drills in preparation of today's excursion, completely forgetting that there were people sleeping there until she tripped over Harper.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Not a bad drop at all. Not my regular drink, but not one I'll turn down. As for food, I think the cafeteria will be open soon. We've got a replacement chef, so the food's actually half-edible."

[theharperisgood.livejournal.com]

The very nice dream Harper was having was interrupted as something warm, soft(ish), and female landed on him. Grinning in his sleep he wrapped his arms around whatever it was. ""

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Callisto growled, as she jabbed the sucidal idiot feeling her up in the ribs. "Let go of me!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair bounced back into the gym balancing two boxes filled with the last of the wool scarves, socks and gloves from Chile to hand out. He may or may not be humming camp songs quietly.

[theharperisgood.livejournal.com]

"" Harper murmured as he slid his hands down to get a better handle on the situation.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"They don't need fancy food, they're used to rations." Tex arched an eyebrow. "What's regular then?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto was less disturbed by this guy grabbing her ass than whatever it was that was pressing into her thigh. She bent her head bent near his ear.

"WAKE UP BEFORE I CASTRATE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"The weird, the wacky and the downright 'what the hell?'"

[theharperisgood.livejournal.com]

Harper continued to grin sleepily as he blinked his way to consciousness. "Uh...hi."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

There were still things touching her that shouldn't be unless they were attached to Angel. "You have five seconds to remove your hands from my body before I remove them from yours. One."

[theharperisgood.livejournal.com]

The threat to his continued survival finally registered with Harper, and his hands leapt away from the scary blonde as if they'd been burned. "Umm...hi..." He scrambled out from under her. "I'm Seamus...Seamus Harper, and you are?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like you fit right in here," Tex smirked.