Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 31, 2024

[sith_happened]

Did the world need a gremlin running around the park with a lit torch? Probably not, but he'd showed up with a lit torch and Anakin had chosen the path of not arguing about it. "Welcome to Fandom Olympics!" he announced instead through his--as always--completely unnecessary bullhorn. "The events you are participating in were chosen at random last night by five porgs spinning a wheel on which all Olympic events were listed. I am calling it the most modern pentathalon!"

If the pause was for applause, he'd be waiting a bit.

"Listen for your names! No powers!"

TEAM TEAL
Vi
Eleanor
Arthur
Rey

TEAM WHITE
Kamala
Arden
Stewart
Gray

TEAM PINK
Steve M
Mariner
Thor
Yukuri

TEAM BLUE
Lydia
Jon
Lana
Steve R

TEAM GREEN
Navaan
Miguel
Dean
Beaker

Comments

Re: Pommel Horse

[x_wondrous_x]

Stewart stopped, crossed one foot over the other for a sharp turn to look at Arden again. He considered her cautiously, with reserved reluctance, but, ultimately, he relented.

"A few years ago," he stated, almost defiantly, "I served a short stint as a gym rat, at the behest of a couple of dear...aquaintences..."

The pause, and the way both his head and his smirk quirked suggested that perhaps they were a bit more than just mere...aquaintances...

"And with my recently obtained musculature and upper body strength, combined with my already prolific penchant for breaking it down on the dancefloor, well!" He swept a hand out in front of him, as if inviting Arden to follow to the natural conclusion. "Put two and two together, and the pommel horse," he tossed his head back, but it didn't do much to shake his long locks in the way he wanted, so he brushed them back a little testily with a hand, "becomes an obvious choice."

Re: Pommel Horse

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"A...gym rat?" Arden asked. "That's...someone who works out in the gym? I started going a couple of times a week now to get less...noodley."

Re: Pommel Horse

[x_wondrous_x]

"...noodley?" Stewart echoed, and oh, how Mr. So Caught Up in the Thought that Someone Might Be Mocking Him a Moment Ago seemed to have no problem at all with lifting a brow and smirking as his eyes drifted pointedly to Arden's arms and lingered in it for a moment.

"But yes," he then finally continued, "that is precisely a gym rat. Of course, even before then, I did often do quite a good deal...of business between my basement and the Basement....the Basement, eff why eye, was the local athletic facility..."

His eyes roamed over Arden again,more thoughtfully. "You hardly seem to be the...performance enhancing type, though."

Re: Pommel Horse

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"I'm really not," Miss I've-Only-Ever-Had-A-Bottle-Of-Hard-Cider said with a shake of her head. "And also, hey! I'm working on it, okay? I've already got some definition!"

Thanks to about three months of yoga and some swimming. Though 'tone' and 'muscles' were vastly different.

Re: Pommel Horse

[x_wondrous_x]

"Still quite the far cry away from what anyone would consider ripped or shredded or even yoked," Stewart pointed out, a bit smugly, considering all those terms had been thrown around un the heyday of his faint glimmer of jocktitude.

Well.

Jocktitude-adjacent.

Re: Pommel Horse

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Yolked? Was that a--never mind.

Now she was giving him a skeptical look and looking at his arms in his tracksuit. "Are you still ripped, shredded, and/or yolked?" she asked.

Re: Pommel Horse

[x_wondrous_x]

Yoked, not yolked. No L. Not everything had to be a bird reference, Finch!

"I don't know, Arden," Stewart said. "You tell me."

And that was how we all got Stewart stepping to have plenty of room to dramatically zip open his tracksuit jacket, turning as he shrugged it off, then twirling it over his head before tossing it aside. The black tank top underneath went through the same treatment until he was flexing demonstrably and lifting a brow that seemed to just challenge her not to be impressed.

The answer, as it was, was not quite as much as he was during his training, but he hasn't exactly been slacking off entirely since then, either.

Re: Pommel Horse

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Well how was she to know! It was the only kind of yolk she knew!

Not that she was thinking about weird words and etymology. Her eyes widened slightly as she really took in Stewart's physique and she couldn't help but flush. And glance away when she noticed she was, ah, appreciating his arms more than might be polite. "Ah. Well, okay then. Clearly yes. Good to know."

Was it, Finch? Was it?

Re: Pommel Horse

[x_wondrous_x]

Well, now that smug smirk stood absolutely no chance of leaving Stewart's face, especially since he was maybe just going to hold that a bit longer than strictly necessary, before rolling back his shoulders and taking his sweet time in fetching his dispersed clothing.

"I probably could stand to...tone up again, though..."

Re: Pommel Horse

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Look, Arden was steadily watching the others on the pommel for very important reasons, okay, and couldn't see how quickly (or not) Stewart was picking up his clothing.

"No, you're fine," she muttered. Did she think that? Or was that self-preservation? WHO COULD SAY.