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Archer had found the Training room. It was a nice light room with many areas for people to work out sperately or in groups. mats, punching page, weights and other equipment was placed neatly around the room. In one corner archer had changed into a t-shirt and sweats combination and was busy doing some heart training on a bike as he read a small book on various detective methods. He seemed lost in his little world for the time being, as he flipped the pages and peddled at a fast pace.

Shane had been hearing it for a while, the steady bustle that was new people moving in. Good thing too, was getting a bit bored by my lonesome, and haven't found Eponine again to have a chat. Wandering the base, he glanced into the training room and spotted a new comer. A male, well thank god for small mercies, Shane was all about enjoying the female... presence, but god did they need some more testastarone around these parts.

Pushing the door in and entering the room, he let the clean air of the room engulf him. For some reason it always seemed that this room though, always busy, had a sort of... sterile peace to it... kind of disconcerting really.

Walking over to the changing area, he entered one of the stalls and stripped his normal wear off in exchange for sweats and a tank. He took a moment to scan the room for the right equipment. Free weights, easy enough.

Picking up the 30's to start, he began to do some curls. And then he saw the young girl twirl in and dancer her way across the room toward the other young man. Down boy, she's FAR too young for the likes of you.

Archer looked up as first one person and then another walked into the training room. He smiled at the girl who had come in first and seemed to have moved over towards him. The man he partially ignored as he walked in, now changed into a proper outfit for working out, and began on the free weights.

Archer smirked at this as he had always believed that a good heart and stamina would get you much farther then strength alone would. Pushing the man out of his mind for a moment he closed the book and began to slow down on the bike, ot stopping straight out for that would be bad for his heart.

"Can I help you miss?" he asked, softly over the whirring of the bike's wheels.

Laurel walked into one the rooms in the training area. She was finally sick of spending so much time to herself since comming to the HQ. The trip here and the shock of the building had finally worn away and now she wanted to see who else was around.

While rubbing the small gold heart she looked at the small group already there. She moved into the room and sat down on a bench that was close to the bikes that couldn't go anywhere.

She wondered to herself, "Why ride one that can't move?"

Eponine was humming to herself - in fact, the exact same song she had been singing when she'd bumped into Shane in the garden.

A few things had conspired to put her in this good mood: one, she had completed that mission and it made her feel very proud! two, she had finally finished reading the Les Miserables book! and three, she had not met a single person since the mission.

Which was a very good thing.

Of course, that would all end - about - wait for it - NOW.

As Eponine rounded the corner and found herself in the training facility, her mechanical heart nearly jumped out of her chest at the sight of so many humans. What were they all doing here? Was there a human magnet somewhere around?

Maybe...she should hide. And maybe they hadn't seen her yet.

Yeah.

Estrelas idly wandered the corridors, not caring really where she wasn't supposed to be.

Each door had different labels, some had none... Most were locked or looked too boring.

Voices! She now stood outside the gym door. Voices! So many languages! And she only knew her native Portugese and English!

She reached for the doorknob gently but pulled back her hand and with a strong high kick, bought her heel down on the doorknob and pushed the door out of the way.

She readied her usual angry glare and looked around.

...Stupid people. One was riding some sort of machine that stayed in the same place- somewhere, her mind whispered, BICYCLE.

Idiot. Why ride one that didn't move?

The diversity made her eyes water. There was a lovely woman with skin like her own, a face similiar to hers but brimming with cheer and emotion. There was a man with a flirty look about him. There was a man in overly proper clothes on the stupid bicycle that didn't go anywhere. There was a girl with hair- but pale hair that looked like spun gold. There was a girl with cards- Oooo, cards! Her parents hated them- anything forbidden to her, she immediately loved.

A movement nearby caught her eye. She turned around and nearly screamed- Another lady in tattered clothes and a hat had suddenly appeared behind her.

Moira smiled a little as she shook Shane's hand, and then nodded to him. "Yeah. I'm Italian." She watched him, and grinned a little, gauging the accent. She decided it was only fair to take her own guess. "Irish, I'm assuming?" The moment her hand was free from Shane's, the deck of cards began to shift from one hand to another. Mesmerizing as it was, the movement almost seemed to make Moira relax a little bit more.

Bored with standing, Moira sat on the mat next to Shane, glancing up at him with a slow grin. He was handsome, if nothing else that alone kept Moira's attention. But she wasn't just looking for a pretty face, she wanted a friend more than anything. Being alone in a place like the LOTUS headquarters wasn't something the social girl looked forward to.

Eponine had just decided to sneak back to her room, when -

She'd been noticed. Great. Whatnowwhatnowwhatnow?

Act...normal of course. "Hell. O. I'm...Eponine. How are you?" No! NO! "Who are you?" she corrected herself in a rush. So many humans around made her more nervous than usual.