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Don't Get Punchy
Dramatis Personae Hercules and Jack	2015-11-10 (Part of Flu Season TP.)
Location <XS> Men's Locker Room - B1
This is a locker room. It's pretty -- full of lockers. Rows of them. They're fairly standard, good for securing gear. Benches, too, for sitting on, or changing at. The showers branch off at one side, for those who need to wash up after training. The smell of chlorine wafts in from the pool, and the smell of sweat is often lingering about, too. Floating shorts are a pretty strange sight but not one that's new this evening. Jeans floating out of an open locker and seemingly pulling themselves onto a body that isn't there is just another indication that its Jack. The invisible teen is fresh from a shower and workout and slowly getting dressed. He's been spending some extra time down in the gym lately, trying to burn off energy and keep himself occupied. He had been planning on heading outside for a run but the rain and cold kept him inside. Hercules is fresh from shower also, having spent a few hours in the pool. The tall teen has been rather quiet and withdrawn lately with few exceptions. Padding silently on bare feet, his locker is only a few down from Jack's. He nods to the other teen, giving him a wave. <Hey.>, he signs, before turning and pulling his locker open. Herc pulls the towel from around his waist, and begins to dry off. There's a small, almost inaudible hum of greeting in reply to the signing. He can't really reply at the moment. The invisible teen glances over at Herc dries off and returns to getting dressed himself. A school t-shirt gets pulled on and then a light hoodie. Unseen hands fish a notepad and pen out of a pocket and Jack writes down a message. 'Hey. Feeling any better?' Hercules hangs the towel up inside the locker, and pulls out a pair of boxers to slip into. Seeing what Jack writes, the tall teen lets out a long breath and shrugs. <A little.>, he signs, <But not a whole lot. Hopefully I'll get the treatment soon. Not in a good headspace, you know?> His facial expression speaks volumes. Jack's shoulders slump in a slightly unhappy manner when Herc keeps signing. He follows as much as he can but eventually lets out a quiet sigh. He starts writing again, handwriting neat and quick. 'Treatment is alphabetical, isn't it? Not in a good what?' he holds the pad up for a few moments before turning it around to scribble another message. 'Still learning the whole signing thing.' Hercules ohs and gestures for the paper and pen, and starts to write out a reply. 'Sorry. I knew a little ASL from childhood, and the lessons they've been giving have helped me remember. Treatment is alphabetical, yeah, still. You'd have thought people at my stage would be the first. I hate feeling angry all the time. IT'S NOT ME! Sorry. I am not in a good headspace, if you know what I mean?' Telekineis floats the pad and paper over and Jack waits. He pulls his hood up while he waits and tilts his head to the side when he sees the message. He holds a sleeve out, waiting for the pad and then starts writing as well. 'Probably too many people sick for going out of order. And I get it. Being in a bad space.' Hercules nods to the other young man. 'I am sorry for my behaviour of late. Hopefully you can forgive me?' He rubs a cheek. 'How're you feeling? Not sick, yeah? I heard that Sergio is sick, how's he doing?' 'Just as long as you don't get punchy, we're cool' is Jack's reply message. The questions make him pause and consider how he wants to answer. 'I'm not sick. Serg is not doing good either.' Hercules nods and looks away for several long moments, turning to write a bit more. 'No, I won't get punchy. The bag was the only recipient of punchiness. Good to hear that you're not sick. I was thinking of stopping by your dorm room to play some chess with Sergio. Think he's up to it? I am pretty sure it would cheer him up a bit, he's rather good at chess and I think he really enjoys the game.' The empty hood shakes from side to side, Jack's shoulders slumping again. He writes another message and sighs as he holds his pad up. 'He's sleeping more than usual. And I know. He kicks my butt whenever we play.' Hercules slips into a pair of jeans, and throws on a Xavier hoodie. Turning to write, he reaches up to squeeze Jack's shoulder. 'Sleeping is a good thing, saves him energy to fight the disease. They'll get him the cure soon. He won't have to suffer. And maybe you and I should have a few games, yeah?' The tall teen grins to the other. Jack writes quickly. 'Going to make sure he gets down there when its his turn. And maybe, I'm not good at chess.' He looks up at Herc for a moment before writing another message. 'I should get going. Homework to do.' 'Alright. Say hi to him for me. And I never said I was any good at chess.' The large teen grins and waves. 'Take care and see you around.'