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[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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[ YELLS?????? ]

[ annnnd here is olivia, one of the nearby spectators, looking torn between joining in the cheering crowd and — well. looking embarrassed about it all. she stands not too far away from sieglinde, whose broadcast is well-known by now. she's got leukos in her arms (that some might recall as belonging to achilles, the competitor with braided hair), while sapphire sits atop saffron's head, attempting to get a good look at it all.

should you happen to be around, you might hear her mutter to herself: ]

H-How can they stand it...? Everyone's watching...!

Why would you record this?

I fail to see what all the fuss is about.

[Olivia's reaction in particular confuses him]

[It's incredibly windy out, howling in fact, and Laedo is on his last round of patrols to pick up anyone who was trailing behind and couldn't make it to shelter in time--or who was too stubborn to seek shelter for her or himself.

That is why in delayed moment, the askan's voice is booming.]

WHO WON?!

[--With his priorities set in stone.]

Are we arm-wrestling, now!?

[SIGHS, so that's where he went.]

Idiot.

[ God damn, but Achilles is strong. Stronger than just about any man McCree's come across in his travels, strong as Jack or Gabe at their peak--and they're both genetically enhanced super soldiers. Perspiration beads along the back of his neck as he struggles to keep up; his muscles ache within just two minutes of this spectacle. But--he quickly realizes--it is a spectacle, now; so many people are gathered 'round, staring unabashedly at their respective rippling biceps. He's determined to give them a good show.

McCree keeps himself in shape, and though he boasts significant strength of his own, he's still, ultimately, just a man. Another few minutes of this contest and his good arm is down flat on the rock.

He grins at Achilles, obviously impressed. He can admit when he's beat. ]

Damn. You got me good.

[Serene is watching in the crowd, rooting for this fine show of aggression, but the little ping of a post on the network has her peeking to see who's commentating. She laughs as she realises who's the one making this film.]

Ha, you have a better view than me! Do you have a favourite? [She snickers brightly] Does that choice have anything to do with his skill~?

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[Humans.............. still elude him sometimes.]

Posterity?!

[It's Evan's indignation that's ruining Sieg's fun. Forgive him, smol science -- he's had a bit of a day. He's currently carrying around both his squidge and Ramir's, and it's a proper double armful of rowdiness that's been driving him up the wall.]

An arm wrestle -- I can think of plenty of things to record for posterity that we've done, but -- honestly, Sieg!

[The growing racket manages to draw Shizuo from where he's been staked out and smoking near the cave entrance. Curiosity winning out, he drifts over to the crowd slowly forming to see what all the fuss is about...still smoking, and probably filling the air a little in his immediate area, sorry nearby fellow spectators.]

Man, a lot of people around here really like arm-wresting... [Commented to nobody in particular, upon getting a look at what's actually going on. And then, mostly because this sort of feels like a thing you ought to root for somebody in (and he only knows one of these guys):] Hey, Achilles, try not to break that guy's arm or anything!

Sieglinde, I do believe you are enjoying yourself too much.

[He sat down to check the network during a lull in the storm and this is what he sees. Of course with Achilles being involved he has to comment because what an idiot. Though, Law himself is looking pretty stupid because he's lost his hat and now his hair is sticking up every which way, wind blown as it is.]

I wish I could say I was surprised that this is how you stragglers are choosing to occupy your time, but that would be a lie.
[He just shakes his head. No Law, you're the weird one for going on ahead.]

Though.... Your intentions here are quite dubious for someone so young, Sieglinde-ya.
[You are a very thirsty 12 year old is what he's saying, basically.]

Are you fucking kidding me — fuck, I'm missing everything! Tell them not to stop before I get there! And make them take their shirts off, it makes you stronger.

[The cave is not extremely spacious, so the sound of hootin' and hollerin' is very hard to ignore. Fiona's curiosity gets the better of her, and she's absolutely glad it did, because that is some glistening muscle action going on right now.]

Oh my god. [She touches her mouth, then gently... covers her squidge's eyes from where it's hanging out inside her coat.] Please tell me this is a normal thing that happens on missions.

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