let's get down to business

[whattaprick]

Who: Nightrunners and whoever wants to make use of the training yard for whatever reason.
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.

Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.

The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.

Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.

[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]

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[criticallyfucked]

Pumpkin's hypothetical grasp of abstract concepts aside, Foster seems... puzzled by Lapis' lack of intelligible response.

Well, her confusion is intelligible, but...

There's often a big gap between what Foster is thinking and what he's saying, but this time, he didn't actually share his epiphany aloud in any form. And, uh. Well, he doesn't realise that he didn't.

So his brow furrows, one back leg spasming with a short kick at a sudden throb of pain--maybe he shifted?--which appears to spur him to actual speech, if not... coherent conclusion.

"It's... not the same?"

[mirrortide]

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You said "Did you", and then just stopped talking." Like, what is Lapis supposed to do with that, Foster? It's a miracle she hasn't just flown off yet, but she's... actively trying? To interact with people.

As shown by this conversation, it's very hard.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster's response is a deepening frown, followed by an abortive attempt to get up--a really stupid abortive attempt, one that starts with him planting his paws on the ground to lift his upper body and ends with the decision immediately following that, the decision to gather his hind legs beneath him and wrenching pain in his hip (and down his leg, and up his back) that drops him to the dirt, bright-eyed and gasping and pawing uselessly with his forelegs, long claws buried in his hair.

"Ffffuck," he manages shakily. "Amethyst." He says next, which doesn't clarify much. "Like Amethyst, I meant." His entire purpose in trying to rise, honestly, was an attempt to deliver his question again, with clarity, with purpose.

Okay, so maybe Foster isn't the best person for Lapis to work on her people skills with--

[mirrortide]

"You mean a Gem?" Lapis asks, because she's hoping that's what he means. Also he seems to be struggling to get up, but, well. Lapis can sort of thankfully tell that's an issue, considering the weird as shit anatomy he's got going on.

In probably what counts as Lapis going over her altruism quota, she grabs up a sphere of water from the moat, covers his entire lower end with it, and lifts Foster up.

She also, notably, does not put him down either.

[criticallyfucked]

As a rule, Foster does not hold reality to a lot of expectations. Some of it could probably be attributed to the presence of magic as an everyday occurrence in his world, but... that actually has very little to do with it.

And yet Lapis not only manages to surprise him, she manages to briefly alarm him--or at least make him kick, spasmodically, legs splayed like he anticipates the need to struggle, or maybe swim. It's little more than pointless flailing, honestly.

Which again sends pain radiating from his hip, which makes him kick harder, and--well, anyway, she's not drowning him or even doing anything interesting and eventually he stops. But really, he hadn't even grasped what Lapis was doing, let alone why. Foster's instincts lean more towards taking the opportunity to drown himself than... anything to prevent that.

"I know Amethyst is a gem," Foster complains, frustrated.