>>18112246LATER STILL, AT THE DOJO NOW.....
Some time after her meeting, Andi pulls up to the Dojo in her green truck and gets out with her duffel bag. The place isn't in use like it used to be, and aside from the defaced portrait of WWA World Champion Priscilla Divine ("we've still got more blue-eyed blondes with your 'attributes' on the roster than I can count," he'd said), it's looking rather new and shiny, with no signs of having been burnt down at least once. The equipment's all nice and new, and everything looks okay. She's able to find an empty room to claim, but only leaves her bedroll there for now - the duffel bag with nearly two grand in cash inside is a little too valuable to leave unattended.
It's pouring rain out there. It might be a good time to go for a swim in the indoor pool, but there was the duffel bag with all her money in it to think about; she wasn't leaving that unattended in a locker. Andi's phone is, of course, dead, though there's an outlet here to charge it. But it's little too early to turn in tonight, and she hasn't got any books or magazines: reading always takes forever and stresses her out anyway.
That pretty much leaves the gym, so Andi devours a couple of honey maple granola bars and resolves to putter around on the exercise equipment as one does when one doesn't have a clear workout plan in mind. After that, throwing a rubber ball against the wall and catching it when it bounces off, over and over again, keeps her mind occupied for the rest of the evening. The next few days will be important for getting established here in Spaghetti Town, for seeing the lay of the land, and deciding who to call out for that all-important first match.
It sounded like this sure wasn't gonna be easy. But hopefully it could be fun!
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