[OTA] You So Fine You Blow My Mind

[uncutclarity]

There's a yoga studio in Diamond Castle, of course. Silas is a devotee, and that means that yoga has a higher profile than it did before he became King and she became Ace (and Jack, before that). She's not using it today, though. It's become the kind of place where people look for her.

So instead she's in one of the few remaining empty rooms in Diamond Castle, in Pincha Mayurasana. She's simultaneously singing, though, which is probably not the most zen-like thing to do. Especially when it's Mickey.

She probably doesn't care, though.

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[uncutclarity]

"We should encourage people who live near, but not in the Castle, to stay in their homes. The Castle itself needs to be reserved for those who aren't close already." She lays back, her hair pooling on the floor.

"And we have to be careful. Start restricting, and people might start panicking."

[diemwnt]

He has to lean slightly so he's certain she can keep tracking his hands, but the stretch (however minor) is probably good for him. It's amazing how painful sitting as many hours as he does now can be.

/More than they already are? We can't treat them like children./

[uncutclarity]

He should take up yoga. It's not as crunchy granola as most people think, after all. It's not even, at the core, about achieving inner peace. It's about training your muscles to do with the sitting that comes with pursuing inner peace.

"No," she says. It might be easier if they could. "What would happen if we said we had limited room, and they needed to consider their priorities?"

Nothing good, probably.

[diemwnt]

But who has the time? Besides the King. And the Ace. Whatever. Who besides them.

His face has gotten more appropriately honest since becoming Jack. There's absolutely a scowl briefly over his lips before he sighs.

/An incredibly long list of what our Diamonds consider to be priorities. Interesting social study, probably less than productive./ A brief pause to scrub his hand through his hair. /What are the odds we can come up with firm criteria before dinner?/

[uncutclarity]

No one has time for anything anymore. Including sanity, it seems, and her head thunks against the marble floor.

"Your right. I know you're right. I was just having a moment where I lived in a world where people were reasonable." And trees and houses didn't appear and disappear. "We missed dinner already. Might as well just ask Minnie to bring us something."

[diemwnt]

The shrug is brief and slight. It's not an entirely unreasonable world they live in; just a fairly emotionally-ruled one. Can't blame people for being people. Not even Diamonds.

/I'll send down while you finish up./

With. Whatever the hell it was exactly she was doing with the bending and the singing.

[uncutclarity]

"Have you ever tried it?" She arches a brow. It's not that she'd force him, but yoga lessons would be something to work on that, well, wasn't related to the possible end times.

She misses those things.

"It's meant to make sitting for long periods easier, you know." For meditation, truthfully, but it also worked for twelve hour shifts at desks.

[diemwnt]

It's not that it's not appealing, something that will make this horrible amount of sitting easier. It is.

It's just that his face never really leaves the shape of a line for more than five seconds.

/If it involves belting power ballads, I might be under-qualified./

[uncutclarity]

"For you, Cadogan," Avery says with a grin. "We can be traditionalists."

Silence. Concentrating on breathing. A true meditative activity.

[diemwnt]

The snort might almost have been a chuckle.

/The next time we take a break./

Look. A joke. Hilarious hilarity.

[uncutclarity]

Very good, Cadogan. She's so very proud, and she's so going to stretch her arms over her head.

"Have Minnie send dinner to my office. We can brainstorm there." She, after all, had chairs meant for getting comfortable, and they were going to be there for a while.

"Pip will make sure we've got a constant supply of tea."