Log:Gym Social

Roll Call 2013/05/05 	 Anthony Quinn Bard Jennifer Jessica Lia Scrapper Porter Riptide Toby 1

Champions Mush - Sunday, May 05, 2013, 11:57 AM

Steel's Workout Room can have its internal name and description changed by any player allowing this room can be used to represent any location needed in a training session run by Gym staff or anyone else hiring the facility. Settings can be saved and then re-loaded later. There are 25 save slots available.

Scene setting 15 has been loaded by Scrapper.

A superhuman gym. It looks like a traditional gym, just upscaled in all the obvious fashions. Treadmills that can handle hypersonic running speeds, weight sets that go up to a kiloton in weight, and all the other acoutrements of a gym. The floor is padded and comfortable to walk on, strong enough to handle the immense weights being slung about and the occasional droppage due to limits being reached. The computer monitors with force fields, protecting any whom look to have lost control of a piece of equipment to provide a safe and functional place for the supers of colonial bay to get a workout without requiring a villain to be present.

Scrapper has set the workout room on metagym mode and is giving herself a workout. Instead of her usual jeans, she is wearing shorts, a halter top and (gasp) tennis shoes.

Maxwell wanders into the workout room after seeing that its on Metagym mode. "Mind company or were you going for private time?" he calls out. He himself is dressed in shorts and a tank top, sneakers too.

Scrapper says, "I was hoping for a little advice. You are welcome to join me too."

Toby finds her way to the workout room, floating along surrounded by the pink a aura that marks her powers' use. She stops at the door however, and asks, "Oh, occupied?"

Scrapper grins. "I don't mind."

Well captain advice giver himself enters from the showers washing up his hair. In a tank top and jogging pants is MARCUS BARD. He looks about the gym to see what mode it is and waves to scrapper and man he doesn't recognize. A suit is certainly an odd thing for a gym though...

Scrapper grabs a towel and wipes the sweat off her body. She nods to Bard when he joins the rapidly forming party and says, "I was right, I am stronger now ... just not as strong as I thought."

Toby nods, and enters the room, looking to the others, and offering a nod and a smile to each. "Hey there. What's up?" Toby holds a cup of coffee with her tail, and she seems to be in a pretty good mood-like normal.

 Scrapper says, "Marcus, you on?"

 Bard says, "Do you really have to ask?"

Maxwell nods his head as he moves more into the place and then glances around. "Was there any particular advice you were looking for?" he asks and he is in shorts and a tank top. He turns and smiles giving a dip of his head towards Bard, "Hello." and then to Toby as well.

 Scrapper says, "I heard something odd and wasn't sure. Titan was identified teams only male member and nobody corrected him. I was worried you had quit and nobody told me."

 Bard says, "To be honest he is around for more of the interesting stuff than I."

Scrapper says, "I know this place has weights and treadmills and such, but Riptide the other day mentioned durability. Do you know if that is something that can even be measured? My thinking was when you took a hit you were either 'k.o.-ed' or you weren't, and that could vary by day. He wanted to prove himself after I threw myself between him and harm."

 Bard says, "Another man already?"

For those with sharp ears, there's a POP of displaced air. For those without, a few seconds later come several startled screams. Most of them are feminine.

In a very short time, Porter manages to disprove several common assumptions. First, safely teleporting blindly is not always "safe." Second, a person doesn't need meta abilities or rocket boots to fly. Startled women in various states of undress who use entire weight benches as dumbells also work. He sails through the women's locker room doorway (at least they were nice enough to open it first) and across the hall to land face-first on the (fortunately) padded floor of the workout room.

"There are a few ways. Measuring newtons before you can't pop back up easily is a way, certainly." Bard chimes in. "Or we can just punch you a bunch of times and count how many punches it takes." As someone sails over his shoulder through the other door to the other locker room. "Case and point." He points to the presumably peeping tom.

 Scrapper says, "Your little arranged date was just that: just one date."

 Bard says, "Pity"

 Scrapper says, "I've sent Lorelei a note requesting that she consider both Maxwell and Riptide for the team. I like Maxwell's healing powers and as for Riptide ... well, I like how he thinks."

[To Porter] Scrapper says, "See anything you liked?"

 Bard says, "You mean you like his biceps, right?"

Ghost enters from Steel's Gym.

 Scrapper says, "That's besides the point."

 Bard says, "Now I ask, were you hoping muscle man shows up here at the gym and sees you like this? It feels rather out of character to be honest."

Porter picks himself up off the floor and pats himself down. No blatant blood, no broken bones... It could've been worse. His face being red is about the worst of it, and not all of that is from landing on it. "Huh?" He looks over at the question. "Saw a couple towels and alot of fists... but that wasn't exactly where I was trying to be."

Maxwell chuckles a little, "If you are bruised or injured I could assist a bit, but I would reccomend being a little more careful." he does sound like he is a bit teasing.

Scrapper sticks her tongue out at Bard, despite the fact that he hasn't said anything to Scrapper and walks over to Porter. "Aiming for inside the lady's shower instead?"

Toby looks blankly for few seconds, and taps a button on the headset on her ear, "Really? Now?" Toby pauses, and shakes her head sighing, "Ok. I'll be there." Toby presses the same button again, and looks to the group, "Um, I need to run. Prometheus Labs wants to check in with me or something...Sorry!" With that Toby's speeding out of here.

Bard rolls his eyes. "Yeah I know the feeling. Occasionally find myself in there and running. Reason number sixteen why to wear a shirt here." He doesn't show it but surprised at how calm people are about someone of the opposite gender flying out of the womens restroom.

Maxwell smiles, "I wouldn't let the owners find out you were in there though, they might kick your butt." he shakes his head a bit and then looks over at the others for a moment and then back to the equipment as if thinking.

"Sorry!" Porter holds his hands up to try and placate while he apologizes. "It's not just me... it's this stupid thing." He lowers his hands to move his jacket aside and pat at the high tech belt that isn't there to hold up his pants. Or not JUST there. It probably does that, too. "It's tempermental... I wasn't trying to do anything like that."

The twins arrive, opening the door to the workout room and stepping inside.

Scrapper says, "Then your belt's AI has a dirty mind... or does it have an AI you can blame?"

Lia heads through the door to the workout room, though, she isn't even sure why she's here, she just felt like coming here. Perhaps Porter's luck brought her here? Who knows, either way, she offers a glance at everyone in the room, "Hi guys!" Lia looks to Maxwell, and the twins "...I don't think I reconize you." However, as she spots Porter, her attention seems to be drawn away that quick, given she goes charging towards him, aiming to pounce and cling to the (un)lucky man. "Porter!"

Bard nods to the twins. "Interesting to see both of you in the same location for a change." He moves and takes a seat on a work out bench. Not working out merely sitting down. He's now closer to scrapper and the man who was tossed from the women's locker room.

 Scrapper says, "Making sure I don't deck him?"

 Bard says, "No, just taking a seat. I think you'd be in your right to honestly."

 Bard says, "Just make sure he can take it first."

<Guard> Lia says, "Who are we decking?"

<Guard> Scrapper says, "I still haven't vetoed the idea but the last guy hasn't healed his broken jaw yet and I have no idea how tough this one is."

Maxwell cocks his head to the side, "A device that lets you teleport?" he asks curiously and then watches Lia come in and raises a brow before dipping his head. He sees the twins and gives a bit of a wave, "its been a while, good to see you."

Jennifer smiles, "I've retired, Bard. Going to be in the city a lot more from now on." She gives a general 'everyone included wave' and adds, "Busy in here. Hi, My name's Jennifer Markham. This is my sister Jessica, for those who don't already know me."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "The guy you are hugging, Lia."

<Guard> Bard says, "Decided to get a free peep show."

<Guard> Lia helpfully offers, "Let's not do that. He's not bad, if anything, his terrible luck got the better of him. Again."

Scrapper shakes her head and gives up on her original question ever getting answered in this crowd.

Bard smiles and offers a gesture to join him. "Then come over here. We need to catch up. Not now of course but sooner rather than later."

Jennifer 

''This young girl is smartly dressed in slacks and white blouse. She wears soft leather boots that protect her feet but make no sound as she walks. Her hands are bare and uncovered. She has long pale blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Her build is slim, athletic and her movements feline in smoothness. She has the appearance of someone who spends time outdoors. Her skin is tanned, with maybe just a hint of nordic ancestry visible although her eyes have an almost oriental tilt and the pupils of her eyes are oval rather than circular. ''

<Guard> Scrapper says, "You and Nordic twins: how cliche."

Porter's face reddens a bit more when Scrapper suggest the belt has a dirty mind after assuming Porter did. He shakes his head. "No... I don't think so? It just doesn't always work right. Yeah, that's what it- Lia?!" Porter is a bit overwhelmed and is slow to turn towards the incoming Lia. Figures she'd be here to see all of this.

Jennifer nods and goes over to sit on the bench beside Bard. Jessica stays near the door.

Maxwell does think of something and then looks over towards Scrapper, "They would be the ones to ask about the durability thing, its their place." he says and does move to where he can lift a little weights.

Bard places an arm around Jennifer, not like a lover but like a friend who is glad to see their buddy back. "So, saving the galaxy being passed on to one of the kids you trained? Seeking to settle down?" He chuckles. "Or wanting more consistant food?"

[To Bard] Jennifer says, "I can't say much of what I've been doing of late anyway. Most all of it is classified. So tell me what's happening in the city."

Scrapper holds out her hand to Jennifer. "Well, I grew a foot in the month since I saw you last."

Jennifer chuckles, "Settling down sounds good though, Bard. I'm twenty-eight. In personal time span. Not a youngster any longer."

"Who? Oh right! I'm Lia..." Lia offers looking at Porter, looking a bit flustered, "Um, yeah. I'm here!" Lia's accent sounds...different, more playful and carefree than normal. "How have you been?" Lia seems to be awfully nonchalant about forgetting her own name for a second or two.

Scrapper frowns at Lia's gaff as if it reminds her of something.

Bard adds. "She also doesn't look like a kid too. Besides that Lorelei has her own team of meta, titan and her broke up. Kittens and ants have been terrorizing the populace. The fae still don't like Lorelei. This guy just got thrown from the women's lockeroom." He motions to Porter. "I own a massage business, and there is a tiger who wants to jump my bones." He shrugs. "You know, the usual."

Jessica intercepts Scrapper and takes the handshake to leave Jennifer free to converse with Bard. "So I noticed. Been spending time on Undermoon?"

Quinn arrives without a blast of music, flash of light, or spectacular dive from the heavens on this occasion, the later being easily attributed to being inside a highly reinforced room. Instead he walks in, clanking slightly in his armor as he takes a look around at the rather large crowd that has assembled. "Someone decided to throw a party without inviting me?" he asks, his voice a bit metallic as it comes through his speakers. "I'm hurt."

Maxwell does listen a little as he works out, he has it on almost its lowest setting and then after a moment, the weight still goes up and down, but he has stop and isn't moving, well his body isn't. He flushes as he realizes what he is doing and lowers the weights back down and then stretches a little.

Jennifer says, "The Fae don't like Lorelei? Has that situation changed, or is it still that some of the Fae don't like her, Bard? I took a sword thrust through the shoulder because of that if you recall."

"Someone tried to steal her parent's marriage license. Others could tell you more. I don't speak of the fae in general just those out spoken few who keep being a pain in our side." Bard shrugs.

"Hey." Porter somehow manages to catch the chestful of pouncing, clinging pixie. "Yep, You're Lia, and you're here." He chuckles. "Where've you been before here?" The awkward in his words and red in his face from before both quickly evaporate.

"I think it's just that the fae have to show they are superior to humans in every way," Quinn says, "including the ability to be prejudice." His mask pops forward with the hiss of escaping pressure and then retracts. "After Lowers showed up and attacked the embassy they realized they were in danger of falling behind in the super powered idiot arms race and so had to send lady whats-her-face."

Scrapper looks between Jessica and Jennifer/Bard and smiles back at Jessica. "Must be nice having a wingman." She waves when Quinn arrives, "Isn't wearing the armor kind of beside the point for working out?"

<Guard> Scrapper says, "Twins and tigers and superhero porn stars, oh my."

<Guard> Bard says, "What's this about super hero porn stars?"

Jessica laughs, "We're one, Scrapper. One mind. Ever said, 'I wish I had a third hand'? Well I have a third and a fourth hand."

Quinn chuckles a little bit to Scrapper. "Well, if I want to work out I can just use more standard equipment," he says. "I was thinking to test one of my new systems here but I didn't realize it would be so crowded."

Bard adds "It also means if I do this they both feel it." He lightly flicks Jenn's ear lobe if allowed to.

Jessica says, "If you don't need all the room I can partition an area off before a force field, Anthony. And while I have this opportunity, I want to thank you for taking part in our recent mission.""

"Breaking, putting myself back together, breaking again, and ending up without a human half, or most of my memories of my past." Lia offers, shrugging, "The usual. I feel kind of...weird now, empty sorta. But, it's better than feeling crushing depression..." Lia seems fine with all of this, and seems much happier than usual, though, her empty feels seem to be protrayed through how...fake her expressions seem to be.

Lia offers a wave to Q as he arrives, "Hi!" Lia then turns to Jessica and Jennifer, "Mind linked? Huh. How does that work?" Lia also takes note of Scrapper's frown, "Hey, the lack of my human memories isn't too bad...It's a lot more peaceful now. My name was just a piece of my human memories."

Scrapper starts to say something to Jessica but can't quite manage to say it out loud. A blush spreads across her face. She finally manages to squeak out "Sorry I asked." before turning on Lia.

Jessica smiles at Lia, "It works very well. As you'll find a lot of people to testify if you ask them about me and my kin."

Maxwell nods and cocks his head to the side, and then glances over at Lia, "mind link, think like a cellphone that is in your head and connected to a certain person, I can set up a limited mindling between a group of people, it can be good for communicating."

<Guard> Bard says, "Oh do tell me what embarrassed you too much."

<Guard> Bulldozer Cecila says, "Porn stars what?"

<Guard> Lia says, "Porn stars?"

<Guard> Scrapper ignores Bard.

Jennifer turns back to Scrapper, "If you were about to ask what I think you were, the answer is yes." she says with a slight satisfied smirk

Scrapper blushes even redder.

<Guard> Bard says, "now some classification is in order"

Maxwell raises a brow and looks over at Lia, "Do you need help remembering something?" he asks and then smiles a little, "Its nice to see the place busy." he says and then shakes his head a bit.

Anthony says to Jessica, "You're welcome, and that's ok. Actually the design is kind of for situations similar to this. Something I was thinking of for situations where you've got some bad guys mixed in with a bunch of civilians, like a hostage situation."

<Guard> Lia says, "Let her go, she'll tell us in due time if she wants."

Jessica laughs, "It was nearly a scandal when I was in High School. Everyone thought my boyfriend of the time was double dating me and my sister."

Lia looks to Max, "I should be fine. I still know all of my skills and stuff, just, none of those painful memories about whatever was hurting me."

Bard adds. "Not to mention the awkward questions from Riot I got..." he trails off. "Yeah..."

Lia also offers a nod to Jennifier and Maxwell, for answering her question.

The twins look sad for a moment after Bard mentions Riot...

Bard offers a small snug.

Porter frowns at Lia. "You broke again? More?" Last he knew, he thought everything was fine, then. "You sure you're Ok?" Some of the mind linking comments register, mostly Maxwell's. He looks over at him. "You could help her with things? With the link thing?"

"My human half broke entirely, I think. So, it shattered, and now I'm just left with my pixie half..." Lia offers, shrugging, "I think I'll be fine, maybe."

Maxwell nods, "Well if you are having painful memories again, look me up, I can help with that a bit, possible even put in mental blocks." he looks at Porter and nods, "I am a psychic, fairly skilled one, both with a variety of abilities, I can perform psychic surgery as well, though that might come from also being a trained doctor." He dips his head, "Maxwell, or Psiforce, Doctor, Profiler, crime scene investigator."

Scrapper takes a few steps over to a weight bench and slams it on its upper limit she lifts so hard. "Oh, sorry Max" she says as she cranks the power level on the weights back up.

Scrapper lies back down on the bench and does a few six ton bench presses, calming and centering her mind as much as the physical side of the workout.

<Guard> Bard says, "Oh by the way, to everyone. Shameless plug here. I do massages as well as busk now. Interested (and actually have muscles. sorry Lia) I can see if I can set up a time with you."

"You know," Quinn says to Maxwell, "You keep saying you're a doctor but not what kind. I've been meaning to ask. I mean, I'm a doctor myself, but I'm sure not the kind you keep referring to."

Scrapper says, "Having a doctorate is not the same as being a physician."

<Guard> Lia says, "Actually, and weirdly, I just like the pressure from being touched so heavily...no massaging needed."

Quinn nods to Scrapper. "Not the same," he says, "but in this dimension it entitles people to use the term 'Doctor', and an awful lot of them do."

Bard says, "Well being a doctor doesn't mean that you have a PhD in medicine. It could be a doctorate in business."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "Lia, just a little heads up: I asked Lorelei to talk to you about what happened when we faced the giant ants. I was very disappointed."

"Sorry," Porter sighs to Lia, "I'm glad you're feeling better, but I don't know if that's really a good thing..." He nods back to Maxwell. "I'll remember that. She may need something sometime."

"I mean, I've sure that Dr. Destroyer didn't graduate from evil medicine school or anything," Quinn adds.

Scrapper says, "Who knows, maybe he did."

Bard whispers to Jennifer something

Jennifer says, "No, he didn't. Berlin Academcy of Science, 1937."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "No, I was thinking of your performance with the ants."

<Guard> Lia says, "Internal conflicts is what happened, I think. I don't know what they were though..."

Jennifer nods to Bard, "Is it urgent?" she asks in a whisper back.

Scrapper says, "Nineteen thirty seven?"

Maxwell laughs a little, "Medical doctor. I am a surgeon as well as I have a degree in Neurology as well, brain surgeon if you will, its what helped me design my implants." he shakes his head a little and then smiles, "I am also a psychologist and a pathologist, medical examiner. I hold quite a few degrees." shakes her head a little and then blinks and smiles a little.

Jessica nods, "Yes, Scrapper. He was in a cold sleep facility for almost sixty years and now he has his suit again that will sustain his life."

Bard shakes his head. "Not at all."

Quinn arches an eyebrow. "Interesting," he says to Maxwell. "Would you be interested in maybe doing some work on the side? I've got a foundation that I'm sponsoring, Wayland Technical Foundation. It's a non-profit that's dedicated to emergent technologies research for world improvement."

<Guard> Lia says, "I'm hoping I have such issues fixed...though, I'm not sure..."

Lia sighs at Porter and nods, then nods to Maxwell, but seems uninteresting in the conversation about doctors and destroyers. Lia looks a bit...unsettled now.

<Guard> Scrapper says, "When? We can't have that happen again when we face something actually dangerous to ourselves and our charges."

<Guard> Lia says, "When my human half disappeared, I hope it took those conflicts with it..."

<Guard> Bard says, "Never a good thought."

<Guard> Bard says, "Mostly because of what they say about assumptions"

<Guard> Scrapper says, "Well, any decisions on this matter are out of my hands until the princess decides to do anything about it."

Maxwell looks at Lia, "Are you ok?" he asks and then looks over to Quinn, "I might be able to do that, I haven't been needed as much by the police department, though I still do get called in on cases, being able to sometimes get glimpses of the past helps to get an idea where to look for evidence now and again." he smiles a little.

Lia shakes her head at Maxwell, "No, I'm not really. I've never been OK since coming here, always one thing or the other troubling me...I locked up the other day in the middle of combat because of some reason that I can't remember right now..."

Bard whispers to Jennifer again.

<Guard> Bulldozer Cecila says, "Dont worry I'll save you all when you need it"

Quinn nods to Maxwell. "No problem at all with that," he says. "Like I said, it's a non-profit so I assume that quite a few of the researchers there will have other things that they pursue. There's a little paperwork that involves research projects so that people don't use Wayland for doing the majority of the research on something and then just put the finishing touches on it elsewhere so they can market it, but since you're talking about police work and such that shouldn't pose any kind of problems. You'll be able to pretty much work however little or as much as you want." He glances over to the other assembled heroes. "I think it might be interesting if you were to offer some kind of counseling to the local meta community but really you would be fairly free in what you wanted to do as long as it wasn't something like weapon's research."

Jennifer whispers to Bard, Thanks, but no thanks on the massage. But the answer is yes. It's simple, Bard. There is no Jennifer. No Jessica. Not as individual entities. There's just me, Gemini. You have two hands. I have two bodies. It's the exact same thing."

"Maybe you shouldn't be trying to fight things?" Porter tries to advise Lia. "At least not until the rest of things are sorted out?" He shrugs and isn't really trying to tell her what she can or can't do. Doesn't mean he isn't worried.

Bard nods to Jennifer. "thanks for answering that."

Maxwell nods his head a little, "Well I am actually looking at trying to do just that, offer mental and physical assistance to the community, since I can heal with my mind as well." he shakes his head a bit, "Not sure what research I could do and the implants I designed currently work only for me, they would have to be adjusted to the brain of the person to use them, and all they do is enhance my natural abilities."

"I was thinking about that...at least, not until I can figure out how to use not-so-destructive magic. Or at least, until I learn how to tone down my level of power..." Lia offers to Porter, "I don't want to endanger others because of my own...inadaquence..."

Quinn nods to Maxwell once more. "Well, I don't really know that much about cortical implants," he says, "but I can see vast possibilities in them. Things for helping to control epilepsy or dyslexia spring to mind. Especially if they manufacturing costs and procedures can be brought down to being inexpensive enough for deployment to developing countries were the ongoing cost of pharmaceuticals to regulate such things becomes highly problematic."

Porter mood lightens up again. He chuckles and gives Lia a light hug. "I understand that. Storry of my life... but I can't say it's gone so bad lately. Things'll get worked out." There are alot of other conversations going on, but this one holds his attention.

"Yeah. Things seem to be looking up. I think I just need to give it time for my pixie soul to grow to be more than just a half..." Lia offers, and looks to the group, "Anyway, what brings everyone here today?"

Quinn gives a slight shrug of armored shoulders to Lia. "I was just stopping in to run a test on one of my new weapons systems," he says to her.

Maxwell nods and smiles, "I can be reached at the Police department, if you want to talk about it more later. I don't have any of my cards on me at the moment. I am hoping to start helping more agian. I just got back had to spend a year at a hospital to keep my medical certification. Its also what allowed me to have time to design my implants." He looks at Lia and smiles, "Just came to work out a little in one way or another."

Quinn taps the back of one gauntlet and a red holographic card appears above his palm. "Do you have a PDA with you?" he asks Maxwell.

Porter rubs the back of his head. "I just ... showed up. Wasn't where I was aiming for, but I guess it's all good, now." He looks around and shugs a little. "Though I'm not really one to workout, and I don't have any fancy things to test." He already knows his belt is half-broken.

Maxwell shakes his head, "Unfortunately not at the moment." he says and shrugs a bit and looks around at the others for a moment.

Quinn nods to Maxwell and closes up his hand, the card making a nice little crumpling and disappearing animation. "All right," he says, "I'll drop off my contact information with the police, though you can also reach me at Quinn Tower, which is where the Wayland Foundation operates."

Maxwell nods his head, "Sure, not a problem I think I can remember that." he says and then stops stretching. "So.."

Quinn gives a wave to Maxwell and Lia as well as everyone else. "Unfortunately I'm going to need to get going," he says. "Hope to see you all around." and with that he heads back out.

Scrapper finishes her set and looks over to Maxwell. "When it comes to mental issues, can you ever say somebody is 'fixed' if they have significant issues?"

Maxwell cocks his head to the side and moves over a bit closer, "What do you mean?" he asks, "fixed as in healed? or...what?"

Scrapper shrugs, "Given the lives we live: radical physical changes, combat, being whisked away to far off locations... I imagine some people handle it better than others, and those that can't ..." She shrugs again.

Maxwell nods, "it can be hard but I hope that I can be there for some of them. I might even be able to induce or block memories that are too painful, only with permission of course." he shakes his head a bit.

Lia stretches, "I better get going, I have things I need to do-I just stopped in for...I don't really know. Hope to see you all soon!" With that, Lia teleports away.

Scrapper frowns at Max, "How would somebody with altered memories know they gave permission?"

Maxwell shakes his head, "That is the thing, it would only be something that would be done with consent before it was done and in my case I would make sure that it was legal, getting it in writing, like a contract of sorts."

Scrapper nods slowly, "You always say the right thing."

Maxwell looks at her for a moment, "What do you mean?" he asks as he looks at her for a moment.

Scrapper shakes her head. "Sorry. I knew somebody who always said the right thing. I later found out it was because she erased memories and tried again if she didn't get the response she hoped for."

Maxwell shakes his head, "That is just wrong." he says and sighs, "I apologize and understand how such an event in the past can cause problems," he says and nods, "Well then the best situation would be if there was something you wanted to work through would be to find someone you are comfortable with and having them be a witness to any sessions."

Scrapper shakes her head, "No. It wasn't me I was thinking about. All things considered, I think I am remarkably well adjusted."

Maxwell nods, "Well I am willing to help others if there is someone you are worried about."

Scrapper nods, "I don't want to start any rumors by naming names, but I'll keep your offer in mind."

Maxwell nods, "Please do I want to help people as much as I can." he says softly and then smiles. "Anything I can do for you?"

Scrapper smirks. "No offense, but never."

Scrapper says, "... not mentally."

Maxwell nods his head, "Well keep in mind that I am a doctor and have taken oaths." he says and then nods and shrugs, "I am used to it, really, I think its why the force doesn't use me as often."

Scrapper nods, "Did I mention I recommended you to Princess Stephanie?"

Maxwell shakes his head, "No actually I hadn't heard that." he says and then nods, "Should I contact her then?"

Scrapper nods. "My recommendation wasn't glowing, given my own biases, but I did ask her to consider you. You are a healer, don't rely on magic and have combat training. That is a combo I don't think we can afford to ignore."

Maxwell nods, "Oh that is alright and yes, I don't rely on magic and sometimes that gives me an advantage."

Riptide enters from Steel's Gym.

Scrapper says, "The princess has healers at her command, but they are all magicians"

Maxwell nods, "Yeah, though I have to admit, I need to practice and get back into combat trim."

Scrapper smirks, "I'm not a good training partner. I hit hard."

It didn't take long for Riptide to find the gym, really, it's close to the beach and a single question from a beach goer got him here. So it is that his long white hair and short wetsuit is still dripping wet when he arrives leaving his purple skin glossy and healthy looking, for a fish anyways. He looks around and studies the equipment and whatnot curiously not yet noticing that there are others here.

Maxwell nods, "And technically I don't fight fair." he says and shakes his head a bit.

Scrapper tries not to light up when she spots Riptide, but is a really bad actor. To Maxwell she says, "What is fair?"

Maxwell looks over and notices the guy and dips his head and then looks back, "Well I can freeze someone in place by paralyzing thier mind, convince them they are seeing things that are not there, and do it from some distance away."

Scrapper says, "Where I was trained, those are considered standard tactics. They called it glamor."

Maxwell nods, "They are things that are hard for me to use on just anyone." he shakes his head a bit.

Finally Riptide spots Scrapper and Maxwell and he smiles broadly at the first. Lots of white teeth behind those purple lips and he heads over in that direction. Still hasn't learned about that tact thing and not intruding unless asked apparently. "The mind alterer." Riptide says as he approaches, cocking his head to the side looking somewhat surprised to see Scrapper being so social with him. His smile turns to a grim frown as he looks at Maxwell, "Release your hold on her or I will remove you from this world." He says seriously.

Maxwell turns and looks over at Riptide and shakes his head, "I have no hold on her," he says and frowns a bit bt at the seriousness he brings up his telekinetic forcefield with a thought.

Scrapper coughs to hide a smile and says, "Would this qualify as the kind of friend you suggested earlier."