15773/Cooldowns are Important.

Cooldowns are Important.
Date of Scene:	05 November 2023
Location:	Gym - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	There are post workout plannings of a trip for winter break when it comes. Somewhere tropical is considered and borrowing the keys to the Blackbird is added to the plan.
Cast of Characters:	Storm, Boom-Boom

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Storm has posed:
Being part of the world's premiere mutant superteam means an everpresent chance for imminent, lethal danger. And while teaching at the school keeps the mind sharp, it doesn't do a lot for keeping in shape for the random Sabretooth rampages or Sentinel attacks. Fortunately, along with the school's athletic facilities, the X-Men have their own subterranean gym. And while Ororo Munroe might not be strong enough to need some of the more esoteric machines designed to let her friends who can lift buses get a workout, it /is/ a gym where she hasn't got to worry about a student begging for a chance to retake a test.

Which is why she doesn't have to worry about keeping a pair of earbuds in while she works out. After all, her teammates are all graduated.

She keeps a steady pace on the indoor track, hardly trying to beat Quicksilver's record, but judging by the gleam of that dark skin, and the dampness making her dark grey tanktop cling to her back, she's definitely got her pulse going, steady rhythm of her shoes striking the floor sounding out, a dark pair of lycra shorts filling out her outfit.

Boom-Boom has posed:
While Ororo pounds feet against the running track. There's another mutant in the gym. It's leg day for Tabitha Smith, and the blonde is set up on the hack squat machine. The diagonally oriented framework meant to provide the work and weight with less chance of getting wonky on balance or collapsing with too much weight beneath her.

Especially since she can move way more weight than most women her size can.

She's not throwing tonnage about but several hundred pounds are set up on the machine as she sinks down and then back up, making sure to never go too far, as much an effort in itself as coming back up.

the blonde herself dressed in some clingy red yoga pants and a yellow sports bra. Contact lenses removing her normal need for glasses while there's chance they might fall off. Ponytail pinned between her and the backrest of the machine as she comes up on the last couple reps of what might be the last set for this machine. "Thirteen... Fourteen... Fiftneen!" she says aloud before locking the machine up so she can rest.

Storm has posed:
Ororo's pace slows, until she's jogging in place nearest to Tabby on the track, flashing a warm smile and giving a genuine little round of applause for that finished set, head whipping to ensure none of those snowy white locks dangle down into her vision from her scalp. "Tabitha, so lovely to see you. I see we were both struck by the urge to get a workout in."

She offers a little roll of her eyes, murmuring dryly, "Admittedly I've been slacking off lately. We haven't had any world-threatening disasters. Or even mansion-threatening, and so... well, I hate to admit it but I've been letting my focus slip."

Her arms cross in mock seriousness as she sighs out, "It's really much easier to /tell/ people that it is okay to not always be on guard than it is to do it myself." She frowns and clicks her tongue softly, "Perhaps I should steal Scott's car. It seems to be the traditional way to unwind, no?"

Boom-Boom has posed:
It take Tabby a moment to actually climb out of the machine and when she does she wobbles quite noticeably. She's strong, a side effect of growing more resistant to her own explosions, but even she has limits.

"Hey 'Ro! Needed to burn off some excess energy. Can't boom in the Danger Room just yet." currently occupied as it is.

"And my other outlets aren't available currently either." she adds a little more playfully.

"Well, there's probably something gonna threaten mutant existence down the track. Always is. If anything still pays to keep these bodies looking FAB!" she adds and leans back on her feet stretching out her abdominal muscles with a visible flex of that six pack. "Means the kids here don't have to put up with as much crap as all used to when I was a student here." she adds and chuckles. "Thankfully I get to be the cool teacher that doesn't assign home work down in the garage." she adds and laughs.

"How long since you last hotwired a car anyway? Ehh, we all know where he hides his spare keys anyway. More fun is joyriding in the Blackbird." she adds with a look that almost seems manic.

Storm has posed:
Ororo laughs softly and narrows her eyes, staring down the bubbly blonde, "Is that a request for me to arrange some unseasonable warmth and sun so you can lounge by the pool as an 'outlet'?" She clicks her tongue in mock disapproval. "Though the next time something smashes the pool, we really /should/ budget to have it rebuilt indoors for year round use... we've got the pool down here but it's a little... functional to really promote relaxation and lounging no?"

Ororo goes into her own stretching, lifting one foot and then the other, knees bending until she can grip her ankle and tug her leg back and up. She might not be Psylocke levels of flexible, but it's important to keep limber.

Her eyes flash playfully and she grins, "Actually not that long. It wasn't Scott's, but... I put it back where I found it. I even left a twenty in the glovebox! It was /practically/ a rental."

She sighs and bounces her weight foot to foot before slinking towards Tabby with a playful eyeroll, "Oh yes, we were /so/ much more demanding back when you were still in classes. And the mansion was uphill both ways and the cafeteria only ever made tuna casserole..." She quirks an eyebrow and murmurs dryly, "You know, I never think of borrowing the Blackbird... it's always getting shot down, and I mean... I prefer a more... free and easy personal flight, you know?"

Boom-Boom has posed:
Good gym etiquette is to replace the weights you use and wipe down the machines. Wiping is easy, her towel nearby does the job for that. But the weighst take a little time not so much because of the weight. More that it gets awkward lining them discs up so they can have the arms of the rack line up and go through the holes in the center.

It's a pain doing that more than one at a time.

"I did that a while back. I was not so gentle putting the car back. But the owner was definitely a huge racist. Porsche like that, he was clearly overcompensating." she admits to grand theft auto.

"I liked the tuna casserole. Should drop hints to Vanessa for that for dinner sometime." it's the sort of simple food she grew up with before she ran away from home as a kid.

"It gets shot down because how often do we have to turn the cloak off to air drop someone or do funky air support tricks. Even if we do a winter or spring break. Haul somewhere sunny but not too hot out. Where you don't have to work your mojo and enjoy a vacay!" she suggests.

Storm has posed:
There's a soft little noise from Ororo, that might just be a laugh as she hums out, "Well, I suppose we could borrow the Blackbird and offer a free beach vacation to some of the other women, hm? We'd only need it for the day, and well... there's no guilt in making a tropical beach just a /little/ more warm and sunny, hm?"

She seems to consider the idea for long moments, and then reaches out to give the blonde a playful little squeeze on the shoulder. "Yes, I do believe you've struck on a fine idea Ms. Smith. A tropical beach vacation for us. I'll make sure to reward you for your brilliant idea. I mean, more than of /course/ ensuring you are the number one guest on the trip."

Boom-Boom has posed:
There's the beginnings of a plan. "Just a bummer I can't tan." the blonde looks down her bare arms and chuckles. While she's not unhealthily pale it's enough that freckles are visible in places up along her shoulders as much as across her nose. "And that was before I could engulf myself in plasma without a blister. The fun of being an Appalachian girl." she says at her own expense.

"So yeah, we assemble the troops. Maybe drop the boys in Atlantic City or Vegas, which ever is on the way to our destination. Let them go get lap dances on the Professors' dime. We can go sunning, surfing, and sipping mimosas on a nice private beach!" it is a good idea. And at least giving the men something to do on their own they don't feel left out.

Storm has posed:
Ororo laughs softly, "Now now, tanning is not everything Ms. Smith. You look quite fine exactly as you are." She quirks an eyebrow and murmurs dryly, "Oh, I hadn't considered the boys. I assumed there would be a hockey game on, which would occupy Logan, and I'm sure Henry would be quite happy to simply have some quiet around the mansion while he... handles science somehow or other. And I'm sure Scott could spend time coming up with more and more training programs for the Danger Room. But I suppose they can have fun as well."

She hums out and clicks her tongue softly, "Well, if we're going for mimosas, we'll certainly have to invite Ms. Frost, being the expert on them and all. I'm sure we can pass the invitations around by word of mouth soon enough. Say... immediately after we refresh ourselves from some well-done exercising, hm?"

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Obviously Emma is on the invite list. Kitty, Illyana as well. List is as long as your legs!" Those really are some long legs Tabby is pointing out as she grabs her towel again and starts draping it over her neck to do some cool down stretches. Mostly lots of side lunches and thigh and calf stretches.

"The freckles help sell the trailer park southern girl look." she adds and chuckles. It's just very, very small spots of tanning. "That probably comes with my natural hair color." there are very few that actually know what that is.

"Refresh, this is good. Heap of water, shower, long ass soak in the nearest hot tub! Maybe we should consider somewhere with hot springs as much as beaches for a destination." she considers as she bounces up and down, shaking out the rest of her muscles. "But now, Jacuzzi, human made will do the job we need!"