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Jeanne very happily took the advice to take a water break - passing out from heat exhaustion seemed like exactly the opposite of what she wanted to do. When she was given her partner's name, she moved towards the other woman, giving her a polite smile.

"Doin' good so far?" She asked. Chatter, though, would have to be short, at least for now, so she slipped back to the actual work grounds and dropped down.

Apparently the warmups had worked out all the remaining kinks, because pushups came pretty easy.

[[10 + 3 strength mod = 13]]

Bo (Teamwork) got a 2!

When they finally stopped, Bo could feel his last beer rising up in his throat. He was dimly aware of Kaatje saying important things. Did she say his name? She might have. He wasn't sure. Because just as everyone else started to assume the position for push-ups, Bo ran to the nearest trashcan and assumed his own position: puking mightily into it. If that had been one of the work out events, he might have done better.

Grabbing a cup for water, Bo swished and rinsed and swished and rinsed and swished and rinsed. He peeled his filthy t-shirt off. Yeah, it wasn't exactly warm out, sure, but he was overheated and drunk and lived a large portion of his life shirtless anyway. Somehow Bo was still fantastically tan and ab-laden. It was one of his ever-present strengths.

But taking his shirt off was not an attempt to "bring out the guns." It was an attempt to "not pass out."

Ever the team player, the tall blonde boy jogged back to the group, his shirt left beside the trashcan. "Sorry, I'm having a sympathetic pregnancy with a friend, and she must be having morning sickness," he said with an ease of silliness that did not match his moments ago puking.

"We can do this!" he cheered to those around him. Falling to the ground, Bo attempted to do the push ups that he so frequently did when he played basketball, swimming all of it. He did one very, very, very slowly. His arms were trembling. On the second, Bo collapsed face first into the grass and muttered, "Cap'n, she's going down~"

He'd get up again. Eventually. Just not for this event.

Still -- TEAM PLAYER! He turned his head to the side and coached, "Go, you! You can do it!"






Maggie (Constitution) for a 8!

Maggie scooted right over to the water station immediately. She had brought her own water bottle (it matched too, she matched, EVERYTHING MUST MATCH) and filled it, downing it in quick sips. For all her intent to stay ~perfect~ in her appearance, sweat was already prickling her scalp, making some lightweight hairs begin to frizz.

The young teen allowed her to be shuffled toward her partner, a girl identified as Paris. "Hi, I'm Maggie. I don't think we've met," she said, stifling the urge to ask the other girl 20 questions both about personal life and senshi life.

"Ugh, push-ups," she muttered to herself, also to Paris a little. "I am used to doing the girl version..."

With a shrug, Maggie flipped her ponytail backward and began pumping out push-ups. It took a few corrections on her form, but once she got going, Maggie found it relatively easy to push up her body weight. She made it all the way to 24 before her arms began to tremble and she came down on her knees. "That was a lot!" she said, grinning. "Maybe I am not an awful senshi after all?" The jury was still out.

When the call came for push ups, Orah wilted a little bit, sliding a glance at the other people around her. It was a pretty obvious way to start the day off, but that didn't make it any easier. At least she got a small break to go and drink something... taking to heart the advice to keep hydrated. She didn't personally know what happened if you got dehydrated, but she assumed it wasn't anything good.

When her partner was announced, Orah moved towards the girl named, offering her a warm smile and an offered hand in greeting.

"Hello! I'm Orah. Its really nice to meet you." She said, brushing her hands off on her capris. "Um... if you're ready we can do those push ups. I'm not sure how many I can do, but I'll try my best." A laugh broke from her as she gave some distance between them and got down on her hands and knees.

Straightening out her body into the proper form, Orah set to doing her pushups, though it was an efort to get through them. Her arms burned steadily more and more and finally she could do no more, sighing as she flopped down on her stomach. That had been a few more than ten... surprisingly. Still, her arms felt worn out from the effort as the young woman rolled herself onto her knees and sat back on them, shaking out her pony tail so it hung straight down her back.

"Nice to meet you," Maggie replied brightly, mimicking some of the post push-up stretching she saw another girl doing and eyeballing every male within sight for a few seconds too long. "It's so cool to be out with others. Like us." Pause. "You know." She even kind of winked.

While Paris was doing push-ups, Maggie had taken out her iPhone, shot a quick photo of her tennis shoes, slapped a filter on it, and posted it to instagram: #swimsuitseasoniscoming. Whatever. She was a product of her generation. The girl was still polite enough to put it away when her partner finished. She didn't even bat an eye at the fact that Paris had done considerably less than her. Socializing was the main reason she had even decided to come to this event.

The question of how long she had been in the senshi game was an easy enough one to answer. "I mean, I've definitely been around awhile," she said, puffing up before she had any idea that she was talking to an eternal senshi with 6 years of age on her. "But my mom had me move to California with my dad and stepdad for a little bit because the city was so dangerous. Superhero or not, I'm still a minor so there wasn't a lot I could do." It had been something she resisted at first, but being a Cal-i-for-nia girl had its own appeal. And since she'd been back, it wasn't like Maggie was SAVING LIVES on a daily basis or anything. She had the potential to be a great senshi, but it was hidden under a thick layer of the self-centeredness of adolescence. Maggie paid more attention to the details of Kim Kardashian's wedding planning than she did to the DC Nightly News.

"Anyway, I guess it had been like a year, but I've only actually been going out as Superhero Me for maybe... three months or so?" That was with some rounding up.

Taking another swig from her bottle, she turned the question back around: "What about you?"

Paris could not suppress the amused smirk that twitched onto her face, though for the sake of not appearing as if she were poking fun at or patronizing the girl, she brought her hand to her face and disguised the reaction as a quick cough that blended into a forced yawn. Maggie's time spent in uniform was admittedly unimpressive, but then Paris had not exactly had the most auspicious of beginnings. She had no right to judge.

In any case, she thought it said something that Maggie had bothered to come here at all. Being a Senshi wasn't all about experience and dedication. It began with effort, and this was a better show of it than Paris could admit to demonstrating three months into her Senshi stint.

“Oh, it's only been about three years for me.”

Only.

It felt like longer.

“Maybe a little more. I don't know how to count the time before I actually awakened since I knew there was stuff going on, just didn't have any magic yet,” Paris said. “Wasn't all that great at it at first. Probably still not all that great, to be honest. I keep my head down, try to stay off the radar, mouth off every once in a while, but you've gotta keep things interesting, right? You get used to things after a while. This sort of stuff helps. Kinda starts to creep into your life, though. Like, half my friends are Senshi. And even the ones I didn't think were Senshi? Senshi. I swear, I think I've only got one normal friend out of the whole bunch, but knowing people makes it easier.”

She moved around as she spoke, unable or unwilling to remain still. She shifted in place, continued to stretch, did a few pliés, and when she wasn't doing that she was gesticulating with her hands, all friendly peppiness and wound up energy.

[ Round 1 ] 7-1: 6

Colin had meant to arrive early - as was his custom - but some rather unfortunate circumstances had detained him and he ended up coming in late. He filled out the sheet, chewing his lip a little because he'd only ever told one person about his little alternate self...and that person hadn't been powered. But he had come to see what he could gain from this, so he decided to throw himself into it with a will. He was trusting these people with not only his life, but that of his family as well.

And as trusting as he could be, this was still a stretch.
Name: Colin Hargrove | Email: chargrove@gmail.com | Ph# xxx.xxx.7813 | JLCN: Silence

Good enough for government work, right? He looked past the table to where everyone was stretching - knee lifts. Ookay, that he could do. Quickly he found a place behind some boucey looking girls, noting a few faces that seemed crazily familiar - oh god oh god, Paris!?!? She was here!? Stoppit Colin, focus. Focus.

He quickly caught up on the knee-lifts, he was feeling pretty good about it, though he was rushing some and lost a little of his usual form and grace.

When Orah approached Luca, she gave her an odd look. This girl was familiar, somehow... "Orah, right? Are you in Meadowview's choir, by any chance?" It was a shot in the dark, but since that was Luca's primary extracurricular activity, it was likely that was where she recognized the other girl from. Anyway, she accepted Orah's handshake, and watched her do her pushups. "Not bad! My turn now," she said as she got into position.

[Rolling! +3 due to Strength. Luca's score for this round is 6 + 3 = 9.]

Luca didn't do too bad herself. She was actually quite a strong girl despite her looks. She did her pushups with aplomb, managing a good deal more in a minute than Orah had. When she finished, she adjusted herself into a sitting position and took a deep breath. "Whew! I can totally feel the burn! This is great."