13200/The Workout Routine

The Workout Routine
Date of Scene:	05 May 2021
Location:	Gym - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Logan and Rogue share words in the gym.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Rogue

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Wolverine has posed:
    There's a blissful oblivion to the long distance run. A moment when the world blurs together, the rhythm of the repetitive sound inuring a person to he passing of one moment to the next. It's that moment when the steady movement creates that headspace as the brain relegates the movement and the exertion into a form of an auto-pilot and it frees the mind for thoughts more distant and reflective.
    In the gym it's easy to recreate that. The steady whir of the treadmill, the thump thump thump of footfalls, and the subtle low-toned beeping of the heavy support display is all that's heard in that expansive room. It registers the repeated impacts from Logan's heavy adamantium-laced skeleton, impacts that would eventually damage a normal treadmill but the reinforced one the X-Men uses can at least endure.
    Then there's a triple beep that comes from the small console, a series of lights flashing on as they signal the level of activity needed before Logan's run eases from a jog, to a quick walk... and then a stroll as he cools down. Until finally the machine beeps again and the angle lowers with a faint mechanical hiss as the hydraulics shift. He grabs the towel having off the support bar and wipes at his brow, not seeming winded, but definitely having been at this for a time.

Rogue has posed:
It's that exact thought for a clear headspace that brings Rogue to the gym herself. She usually tries to come when she doesn't think anyone else will be down here. That way, she can wear athletic shorts, tennis shoes, and a sports bra so she's not working out in her regular clothing. If the gym is empty, there's none for her to accidentally bump into or brush against and gain an accidental power for a moment or several.

She surely doesn't want to relive what happened at the lake that one afternoon.

Though she hears the steady thumping of someone on a treadmill, she glances over to see Logan pacing his way in a run on one of the reinforced machines that can handle his frame and all that it's worth. She pauses a moment, but then considers that Logan is only ONE person, and he's stationary on a treadmill rather than running the track. It'll be fine right? Right?

One can only hope.

Still, she first goes over to one of the pommel horses, using it as a means to do some warm up stretches. After all, powers alone aren't going to be worth a damn if she doesn't stay in relatively good shape.

Wolverine has posed:
    Finally the older mutant steps off the treadmill belt, his sneakers squeaking slightly as he gets clear. That towel wipes at his brow, his broad shoulders, his neck as he fans himself with the collar of his t-shirt. Yet his breathing seems at ease and normal, his voice as well lifts without labour heard in the rough rumble of it. "Hey, Rogue."
    Greeting offered he turns, nostrils flaring slightly for a moment as those blue eyes level on her. As for him he's wearing the typical gear used in the school for the athletics department. White sneakers, grey sweat pants, and a white t-shirt. Though the latter of those is stained with the sweat that comes from such long term exertion.
    A few steps carry him across the way toward that bench that rests near the door, or more accurately to the bottle of water that sits here. He tilts it back and takes a few swallows of water with his eyes closing. Then he recaps it and turns back toward her. "How're you feelin'?"
    Considering their last talk seemed to have her turned a touch introspective.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has one leg up on the pommel horse, her other stretched out behind her for a moment, holding that position before shifting and trading legs. That held a moment and then she shifts and bends herself over backwards and it's then that she hears the gruff voice of Logan greet her. "Hey Logan." It's offered with a voice that likely should be strained since she's stretched like she is, but she seems to pull off a rather normal flare.

She holds that position for a moment longer before straightening herself up and shakes herself out a bit. She feels /way/ under dressed for being in company of any kind, but tries to push herself past it since it's normal for people to dress this way when they're working out. Normal. Yes.

"I'm doing alright for the moment, I guess." This offered as an answer to his question. Last time they talked she was having a complex. The complex passes, and then a new one comes to take it's place. She's on a vicious cycle of them, but at least the issues are usually different. A glance over to him, she steps towards but not completely over to him. "Figured I'd come run the track. Clear my head. How're you?"

Wolverine has posed:
    "Good," The way he says that single word it just thuds there and offers no avenues for continuing the conversation. Like a big stop sign set out in the middle of the road. He even looks to the side for a moment, then back before he tosses that towel over his shoulder and rests his hands on his hips.
    "You seen Hank lately?" There's something preying on his thoughts, something mildly distracting that he doesn't offer quite yet, though perhaps offers some glimpse of it as he gestures with a nod toward the tread mill. "Somethin's been seemin' off lately. Around here." Though he might not mean the gym.
    He shakes his head slightly, then looks back at her directly. "Somethin' doesn't smell right, and I don't mean Deadpool's laundry." Which had been a nightmare unto itself.

Rogue has posed:
"Yeah, actually. I mean, not like today-today but...I spoke with him yesterday." Rogue goes right into the next topic of conversation when the first one is halted. Just the way things go when they talk to each other sometimes. "He's been helping me with something, and I been helping him by punching stuff for him. Don't seem like anything's been off with him but I...I could just be bias a bit." Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she tilts her head while folding arms across her chest. "What's up, Logan? You don't often show this much concern unless somethin' is really botherin' ya..."

Wolverine has posed:
    A hand lifts as if to stay her, or to allay what worries caused. Instead he just shakes his head a little, "Hard to put my finger on it, just this feelin' of potential. Not sure how to explain it." Then, as quick as he voiced it, he dismisses it in the next heartbeat as he offers a grunt.
    "Probably nothin'."
    He rests a hand on the pommel horse for a moment, then thumps it lightly. He turns and starts to move toward the bank of weight machines against the wall. Then pauses and glances over at Rogue. "Was gonna head upstairs," There's a slight smirk as he then adds, "Blue Jays game tonight." And instead of going towards those weight machines he starts heading to the door. Perhaps to give her the run of the gym considering the difficulties she sometimes faces dealing with her abilities.

Rogue has posed:
There's a frown that touches Rogue's lips before she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. As much as Logan rarely voices concerns, it's even harder to get him to talk about something when he doesn't really want to talk about it. She's learned not to push, though she probably could squeeze a little and get some more out of him. Watching as he heads for the weights and then as he seems to change his mind and decides to go upstairs. "Ya don't have to stop workin' out on my account. Ain't like I'm gonna run into you while you're liftin' weights..." She jabs before giving a chuckle. "Figured you'd still be watchin' the Stars play out for the Stanley Cup...or is Hockey not your thing anymore?" Another longer pause. "You plannin' on playing chaperone to the dance, or you plannin' on stayin' at the school?"

Wolverine has posed:
    "Ehn," Logan pauses as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants, looking a little annoyed. Well. More than usual. "Canucks lost, left a sour taste in my mouth." Which considering his usual enthusiasm it must've been a severe thing. Then he shakes his head. "Onea the reasons I was takin' a run."
    But then he seems to bristle a little though it's tinged with a smirk so might not seem like a severe thing, "Who says I was stoppin' on your account? Maybe I'm feelin' old and crotchety." As he says that he casually tosses the water bottle toward her, to let her snare it and keep it if she wants.
    "You come up, you make the popcorn though. Price of admission." Since he entirely runs the rec room and is the boss of her.

Rogue has posed:
"Yeah, that makes sense. Cause you'd probably need to take out a little frustration since your frosty boys lost." Rogue just smirks at that, jabbing a bit more at the Canadian before she just shakes her head. "I mean, to each their own. I don't really ever follow sports programs...which likely is the one thing that would get my southern card revoked if anyone found out."

"You been old and crochety for goin' on what, few centuries now? Like that's *really* gonna be a viable excuse. It's okay though. I get it. Don't no one wanna be around the chick that could potentially kill them with a touch." She furthers and nimbly catches that water bottle, cracking it open to take a sip.

"Ha. Nah. You enjoy your baseball game... I'll prolly run a few laps, shower, and go back to my room to read some more."

Wolverine has posed:
    At first his response to her casual affrontery is polite. A mild snort of derision given when she dares disparage his Canucks as he matches her smirk for smirk. Though now he leans back against a nearby balance beam, thick arms crossing his broad chest as he peers sidelong at her. "S'ok, I understand. Takes dedication to be a true fan."
    Since clearly she doesn't have it in her, of course.
    "Not quite two centuries." He does reply, however. Though there's a moment where his brow knits together and he looks down and to the side. Whatever thoughts are drawn from him has him biting his lower lip in consideration then his eyebrows twisting in reflection as he realizes just exactly how old he is. And she's probably more right than she knows.
    Shaking his head he snorts and replies, "I mean, I wasn't wantin' to say anything. But now that you mention I was leavin' cuz... well, you could use that shower."
    He clicks his tongue against the inside of his mouth as he winks at her and points, as if imparting some critical wisdom to her before he flares his hands. "Just sayin'."

Rogue has posed:
"Oh? And you think you smell like a bouquet of roses yourself? You just got done workin' out so surely the only thing you're smelling, is yourself." Rogue retorts, giving a grin and then shrugs as she walks over to the bench and sets the water bottle down. "Can kiss my southern white ass with that nonsense about needin' a shower, tell you what." That last bit mumbled before she stands up straight and sighs.

"Anyway. Circling back. You sure you don't wanna tell me what you think might be up? Cause if there's a chance somethin' bad might be on the horizon don't you think it'd be best to have other people keeping an eye on things?" Rogue asks, trying one last time to get more information out of the sweaty Canadian with no taste in sports teams.

Wolverine has posed:
    Setting Rogue off on a rant like that has him laughing. Not a loud thing, more that low deep rumbling he keeps in his chest that's barely heard if someone was right next to him. But she can recognize it for what it is. And, to be fair, he doesn't argue with her. He's probably pretty ripe right now.
    Though it's when she presses him on his vibe, he takes a deep breath and holds it for a time... then slooowly lets it out as his scowl becomes more pronounced, "Ehn, it's hard to explain."
    One rough hand lifts to push through that wild mane of his hair as he looks across the gym, as if his eyes could see through the walls. "You stay somewhere long enough and with a sense of smell like mine, you get a vibe for a place. When it's hummin' along in harmony or whatnot. S'like if you live in a place for long enough and the whole while you think it has blue wallpaper. Then you walk in one day and it's purple."
    He pushes off of that balance beam and follows after her a little, apparently holding off on the game for now. "Somethin'... discordant. I dunno, at first I thought maybe it was Wade. But now... dunno."

Rogue has posed:
"Well, I don't think anything different's been goin' on with Hank. He's seemed like his usual, cheery, scientifically confusing self." Rogue offers this before turing to spy Logan has followed her a few steps. "I can't speak for some others. It's hard when you don't see everyone that often. I mean you, Hank...spent some time with Bobby yesterday...Kurt. Y'all are about the handful I spend time with in any grand amount.." Which likely says something cause she hasn't really been hanging out with a few people on that list a lot, they're just people she would willingly spend time with. Jean and Scott as well.

"We'll just have to keep our guards up a bit and see if anything falls out of place when it's not supposed to. I hate to seem weary of our friends but...I also don't want anyone getting hurt by anything." Then again, it could be nothing, which extra caution wouldn't harm. She then motions to the track. "I, ah, should probably get my run in..."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah," Logan says, lost in thought for a moment. Two. Then he seems to return and repeats, "Yeah, you're prolly right." That said he turns and then starts back towards the door as he shakes his head as some thought likely intrudes.
    After a few strides he lifts a hand in her direction then turns to wave. "I'll catch you later, kid. You see anything you let me know." That said he stuffs his hands back into his pockets and heads toward the double doors that lead outside. He shoulders it open and when he's just passed through the arch he calls back in her direction.
    "Popcorn!" Price of admission.

Rogue has posed:
A moment is taken to watch Logan get lost in thought, but since he doesn't say anything, but shakes his head. Like he's trying to get rid of a thought, and while Rogue is curious, she won't ask. Instead, she watches as he heads for the door, waving bye at her. She sort of waves back, smiling at being called 'kid' and then takes a breath. Either way, once he's gone and she's got her mind back, she'll move to start pacing around the track. Starting with a brief walk, to a jog, until she's running laps for a while.