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[boutant]

[ Ariadne is most definitely not in her room; in fact, to those who may recognize it, she is definitely in Simon and Seth's apartment. She's definitely not wearing anything that belongs to her, either; she's got one of Simon's shirts on, the collar currently crooked as she presses some ice to her shoulder. There's a bruise in the shape of a horse hoof there. When she speaks, her voice is louder than normal, like she's trying to hear herself. ]

I really want to apologize to everyone whose pets or... selves... I may have tried eating over the weekend. I was all cheetah and couldn't stop myself. To the owner of the now-missing chickens, I'm willing to pay you back, if you'd like.

[ She shifts, only to grimace, hand moving to her ribs for a moment. Ow. ]

Someone please tell me Waffle's okay. I'll be home soon, once moving stops hurting so much and the ringing in my ears goes away.

Comments

[signatures]

What did you do?

[orangetoughguy]

Pressed 175?

[signatures]

Why.

[orangetoughguy]

Why not? I didn't break anything.

[signatures]

Why would you bench press 175 pounds.

You could have killed me!

[orangetoughguy]

I had a spotter.

[signatures]

You ought to have asked me what my norm was first before even trying.

Who do you think I am, Steve Rogers?

[orangetoughguy]

For the record it wasn't with Steve so you have cred there intact.

[signatures]

I don't care about cred for lifting weights.

I care about the fact that most of my muscles are on fire.

[orangetoughguy]

I had to fight a cheetah, that wasn't a walk in the park either.