[Accidental Video] Let's get into physical

[usskickass]

[A camera switches on in one of the tea rooms. It's been transformed into a workout room, though the decorations on the walls and such remain just as ornate as ever.

Beiste woke up at almost exactly midnight and couldn't get back to sleep. Not that she wanted to. She didn't know what she wanted to do. Everything felt pointless. Boring.

She realized she hadn't worked out in a while. After setting up some weights, she realized it was the only thing she was interested in doing.

After several hours, her entire body was shaking with effort. Her shirt was soaked through with sweat and each lift of the barbell came with an exhausted grunt.

But she didn't want to do anything else, so the feed cuts off as she mutters a count.]

Two...forty...

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[pottershotter]

[James found himself in a similar predicament, but instead of throwing himself into lifting weights, he poured all of his effort into plowing through the next volume of the nice and accurate prophecies of J.K. Rowling, possible witch. He's on number six, or he was until he finished it about a half an hour ago. He's been storming around the mansion ever since, trying to figure out where Beiste is since she isn't in her room apparently. She's not in the kitchen either, or outside, so he starts methodically checking, well - everywhere else.

Finally, he flings open the door to the tea...weight...room and finally!]

Coach! Coach! I've been looking for you everywhere!

[Privacy? What privacy? This is a disaster and he can't contain his distress!]

COACH, SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!

[usskickass]

[Grunt.]

Yeah.

[She looks at him.]

Sorry.

[pottershotter]

[Horrified doesn't even begin to describe his face.]

Sorry? How can you be so nonchalant about this? Professor Dumbledore is dead and my son watches him die! And you knew about it and didn't say anything!

[He can't handle it. He ruffles his hand through his hair, but even that doesn't calm him down.]

I need the last book. I have to finish it. Please? Please?

[usskickass]

I-- [Huff.] --I didn't think you'd want to know, honestly.

[She would stop lifting and talk to him but-- well, she doesn't know if she can. Something tells her it'd be a dumb idea to stop, even if she can barely speak because of it.]

You're, uh, gonna have to wait until this event is over. [Pause.] Or for me to come back from dyin'.

[Both are possibilities.]

video;

[onsilksheets]

I'm guessing that this wasn't meant to be broadcast?

[video forever]

[usskickass]

[Beiste turns her head to where she's left her comm on the table, but her arms don't stop for a second.]

Nope. Sorry 'bout that.

[onsilksheets]

No, it's okay. I feel like I've interrupted something.

[usskickass]

I don't mind talkin' when I lift. It's just a little embarrassing to be watched when you don't realize it.

[onsilksheets]

Understandable. I know I wouldn't want certain things that I do to be broadcast to strangers.

[usskickass]

Yeeeeah. But after you're here for a while, you'll get used to it. Just kinda comes with the territory.

[She replaces the weight on the rack and immediately starts doing crunches-- which is probably good considering her arms were shaking so hard she could barely get the weight into the rack.]

Have we talked before? I'm Shannon Beiste.

[onsilksheets]

I've only been here for about a month.

[She has been acknowledging what everyone had told her about this place and their personal experiences within it. The information she received would probably prove useful to her in the future..

..or at least Bela hoped it would be.]

No, we haven't. My name is Bela Talbot.

[usskickass]

Nice to meet you. Hope you're getting along okay.

[onsilksheets]

You too. And thanks. This place hasn't treated me too badly.

Couldn't sleep?

[usskickass]

Couldn't sleep. Couldn't do anything but work out...

[She is aware this is probably an event but she has no idea how to fight it.]

[onsilksheets]

Perhaps something is making you do it. An unseen force in this place.

Have you tried to stop?

[worldsaway]

[Thor is utterly amazed and impressed by this.]

Outstanding!

[usskickass]

Uh-- thanks.

[She blushes a little.]

[worldsaway]

I am impressed. Is this a midgardian training technique?

[usskickass]

Liftin'? Uh. Yeah. Why, people don't do this where you're from?

[worldsaway]

Not quite like this, No! Are you a warrior? You're rather well trained!

[usskickass]

[She laughs, embarrassed.]

I'm a coach. A-- a trainer, I guess. Kinda. More of a strategist.

[worldsaway]

A strategist? [Don't mind that curious noise.] Do you train warriors?

[usskickass]

Athletes. Football players. I don't suppose you have any idea what that is?

[worldsaway]

I know of athletes. My experience with football is minimal, but I've heard of it.

[usskickass]

I'm a football coach at a high school. Nothing major, but I've got a few championships under my belt.

[She can get a little smug when it comes to this, at least.]