[So. Hm. That meeting. Interesting all around, but what Flayn mostly got from it (besides listening and becoming very excited over possibly being in an ocean triangle that may or may not have real sea monsters in it) is that she would like to actually be of use to the conversations. She's never been able to contribute much but her own skills, even in war, and while in war that was useful, at the moment they don't need an immediate healer in a high pressure situation. They need eyes, ears, and keen minds.
With that in mind, Flayn goes to a place she hadn't had much interest in before: the gym! She is not STRONK, nor is she looking to get ripped, but no one seemed to say they had looked in here particularly, so to be sure that nothing is missed, she is taking her time investigating each and every piece of equipment. Every weight is looked at from all angles, and the smaller ones (think 5lbs) are moved to check if anything is hiding underneath them. The bikes are scrutinized, Flayn taking the time to crank the pedals with her hands like...like a crank winch. Like a thing you use to pull up a bucket from a well. The treadmills are investigated in a similar manner, no buttons pressed, just a short young lady using her tiny arms to push the belt inch by inch to check its entire length.
One could say this is a workout in and of itself! And boy, does Flayn feel like it has been. Afterwards, she takes a brief trip to the vending machine room and then retreats to the Party Zone with a newly-acquired pack of pens and a notebook, carefully copying down the information on the profiles from her device. It's just a way to get the information in her head, so she won't forget it, in a more familiar format.
Her handwriting is quite nice! It's got that old-timey script feel to it. On the table are some of her earlier procured vending machine snacks, which she nibbles at every so often. Even the Takis Freyja gave her are being eaten! It's just a nice, chill time. That said, if you would like some snacks and don't feel like going to the vending machines yourself, Flayn is happy to share.]
Investigation(?)
With that in mind, Flayn goes to a place she hadn't had much interest in before: the gym! She is not STRONK, nor is she looking to get ripped, but no one seemed to say they had looked in here particularly, so to be sure that nothing is missed, she is taking her time investigating each and every piece of equipment. Every weight is looked at from all angles, and the smaller ones (think 5lbs) are moved to check if anything is hiding underneath them. The bikes are scrutinized, Flayn taking the time to crank the pedals with her hands like...like a crank winch. Like a thing you use to pull up a bucket from a well. The treadmills are investigated in a similar manner, no buttons pressed, just a short young lady using her tiny arms to push the belt inch by inch to check its entire length.
One could say this is a workout in and of itself! And boy, does Flayn feel like it has been. Afterwards, she takes a brief trip to the vending machine room and then retreats to the Party Zone with a newly-acquired pack of pens and a notebook, carefully copying down the information on the profiles from her device. It's just a way to get the information in her head, so she won't forget it, in a more familiar format.
Her handwriting is quite nice! It's got that old-timey script feel to it. On the table are some of her earlier procured vending machine snacks, which she nibbles at every so often. Even the Takis Freyja gave her are being eaten! It's just a nice, chill time. That said, if you would like some snacks and don't feel like going to the vending machines yourself, Flayn is happy to share.]