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whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

"Floor routine. Where the amateurs are separated from the pros. Points for style, and not hitting the moving lasers."

This week, the fun stuff was still there, but a little to the side, and a maximum number of soft mats were out, with a blue laser grid moving around across it.

There were ice cream sundaes on the other side.

"Now, I wouldn't expect you guys to be able to do this without setting off the bells the first time. But if you manage to hit less than three of the lasers while making your way across, you get the ice cream."

....she'd save making them go back for the spoon for another class.

[ooc: OCD going up!]

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

There were uneven bars set up everywhere, and Parker was demonstrating some of the basic moves.

"Pair up! You guys are going to need a spotter for this. There are cupcakes after you finish the new moves."

[ooc: OCD going up.]

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

Week 2 of Gymnastics-is-Life class, and the same set up was in the Danger Shop-- but with a bit more emphasis on various balance beams, stationary on the floor, or high up over nets and moving. There were also the rafters, if you cared to dare your way up there.

"Balance beams. Great for learning, well, balance. Also not looking at your feet. If you wind up in construction work, or doing any kind of outdoor climbing, this is going to serve you well." Parker gestured with one toe to the smallest beam, only three inches off the floor, on top of springy mats. "You might want to practice on this about ten times, before you move up to this one." She pointed toward the balance beam four feet off the ground, then started to demonstrate. "This might be easier for the girls than the guys, because you're trying to balance with your upper body. Guys have their center of gravity in their shoulders, so it might take some more practice."

A wider beam only 8" off the floor was also in place, as well as the moving beams on chains up above.

"Once you get comfortable, and haven't fallen off several times in a row, try something else. Maybe a cartwheel, maybe a handstand. I'll be watching each person, but if you want a spotter on the other side of the beam too, that's fine."

"And there are cupcakes today!"

[ooc: OCD going up.]

whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com

"Hello, I'm Parker, I really hope you meant to be here." She frowned a second and then said sternly, "If the moose sent you here against your will, you are free to leave. You don't have to humor the authorities. But I think you guys would get something out of this anyway."

Parker had sent out an email the night before, to meet in the Danger Shop today. And with Hardison's help, it was now a multi-layered playground of mats, rings, jungle gyms, hanging chains, and bouncy balls. The ceiling was open, with platforms staggering upward to a diving board onto a huge trampoline. Plus a smooshy ball-pit you could swing into on a rope.

All enhanced by being at half-gravity! Parker had been gleefully thrilled the day before to realize the potential in this for her class.

"Gymnastics is useful! It's good for your body, if you do it right, and don't break your face falling off a balance beam. It's good for your mind and your focus, if you don't pull a muscle in your butt. And it's good to impress people by putting your ankles behind your ears, like this." See?

"We'll get into more of that as the class goes on. And we're lucky! The Olympics are this year, so if they schedule stuff right, we might get a field trip to Rio to watch some of the events in August." Parker put her leg back down. "Today we're gonna start simple, with stretching. And some yoga poses. And me just generally figuring out how much help you're gonna need not to hurt yourself." She paused and added, "We'll use the rest of this equipment over the next few weeks, but if you want to explore it and ask for help today, I'm good with explaining."

"Oh! And if you don't know people, introduce yourself. Or don't. Or make up a name you want to be called, I have a few of those." She did a back-bend, then came up on her hands. "There's popcorn for everyone who at least tries. Sorry for last week, my boyfriend was a bear and we got distracted."

[ooc: comments ~~going~~ up!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

"Okay, it's been about over a week since anything freaky happened around here," Guy announced once people arrived. "And it's the last day of class for the term."

Those things may have been connected in some bizarre way that only ~~players~~ tiny blue aliens could understand.

"So, this'll be easy for you all. You're just gonna run laps around the gym." Yes. Easy. Weren't you all so glad to take this class? "I don't want to grade a final, so you're all not getting one. Plus, it's summer school."

Out of the kindness of his heart, folks! Really!

"Now get running."

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Today the guy was set up for playing basketball. Or, in this case, a less involved game of HORSE. Because he didn't have an entire week to go over the basics of the sport with people who weren't from Earth. Or this Earth.

It was all very complicated.

"Alright, kids!" Guy shouted, bouncing a basketball for a moment before stopping it. "We're going to play a game of HORSE here today. Break off into groups of two or more and grab a ball while I explain how this works."

Not at all a recipe for disaster there! "The first player can shoot from anywhere on the court," Guy started, gesturing out at the court where multiple hoops were set up. "If they makes that shot, then the other person has to duplicate the same shot from the same spot If the second person misses, they get the first letter from the word horse, an 'h'. If they make the shot, no letter is given and they get to shoot anywhere they want like the first person did. If you miss when you take the first shot... the ball goes to the next person to try."

Guy nodded at the class, as if shooing them on their way. "The first person to spell 'horse' loses. Got it?"

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

It was the last day of class, so what better way to celebrate this than with horribly humiliating sports?

Just be glad he never got it in his head about uniforms, people. They'd be green and tacky and possibly involve crab shaped masks. Yeah. Thanks for that one, Kyle.

"It's your last day here, so we're gonna do something fun." Fun-ish. For Guy. "The staple of gym class, dodgeball."

It was a thing now.

"So, try not to have too much fun before break. And for christ's sake, actually give it an effort."

He's looking at you, Reyes.

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

The gym this week was set up a little differently when students entered. In the center of the gym stood a stationary pole with a volleyball secured to the pole by a length of rope. Next to the pole stood the instructor. "I am told Tetherball is a fierce sport. Two players stand on opposite sides of the pole, one trying to wrap the tether clockwise around the pole while their opponent tries for counter-clockwise."

Ronon smacked the ball, sending it wrapping around the pole. "Hopefully it's more of a challenge with a partner. Get your uniforms on and find one. Let's see what you can do."

[this is all

slapbetcommish's fault]

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