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technohippie[Action 1: Just another lovely day here in this new town, don’t you think? Birds singing, sun shining, grown man wheezing loudly and pleading for mercy as he jogs with an android on his heels.
Now that things have calmed down, Quinn’s finally hoping to quit that 10-year-long smoking habit of his and maybe try to get in some semblance of shape that isn’t “stick-thin”. He’s managed to cut down significantly on his cigs, but he’s not out of the woods yet.
Maybe asking Dakki was the problem. It started off tame enough, some basic exercises and short jogs. But seeing she had a lot of work ahead of her, Dakki kicked it up a few notches and already has Quinn jogging for a few miles a day.
“Jogging” is a loose term though. Quinn sure looks like he’s jogging the way he’s moving, except he can only seem to move like three miles an hour. HE’S TRYING.]
A-Are we... almost... there....?
Almost! A little less than a mile, and you’re home! Don’t stop now, and don’t forget to breathe. Breathe!
[WHEEZE, WHEEZE. It shouldn't be hard to keep up if you cared to join/talk/harass/help.]
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[Action B: Later, at their destination in Quinn’s house’s yard, you’ll find the two of them there - Dakki looks concerned for Quinn, who’s just lying in the grass, a sweating pile of patheticness.]
Just leave me here to die. It’s okay. I’m ready, Lord.
Isn’t that a bit overdramatic? A good, hot bath, and you’ll be fine. I’m sure. I’ve seen much worse runners make it through the GUARDIANS academy....
[[OOC - We'll post an order once someone tags in!]]
Now that things have calmed down, Quinn’s finally hoping to quit that 10-year-long smoking habit of his and maybe try to get in some semblance of shape that isn’t “stick-thin”. He’s managed to cut down significantly on his cigs, but he’s not out of the woods yet.
Maybe asking Dakki was the problem. It started off tame enough, some basic exercises and short jogs. But seeing she had a lot of work ahead of her, Dakki kicked it up a few notches and already has Quinn jogging for a few miles a day.
“Jogging” is a loose term though. Quinn sure looks like he’s jogging the way he’s moving, except he can only seem to move like three miles an hour. HE’S TRYING.]
A-Are we... almost... there....?
Almost! A little less than a mile, and you’re home! Don’t stop now, and don’t forget to breathe. Breathe!
[WHEEZE, WHEEZE. It shouldn't be hard to keep up if you cared to join/talk/harass/help.]
---
[Action B: Later, at their destination in Quinn’s house’s yard, you’ll find the two of them there - Dakki looks concerned for Quinn, who’s just lying in the grass, a sweating pile of patheticness.]
Just leave me here to die. It’s okay. I’m ready, Lord.
Isn’t that a bit overdramatic? A good, hot bath, and you’ll be fine. I’m sure. I’ve seen much worse runners make it through the GUARDIANS academy....
[[OOC - We'll post an order once someone tags in!]]
