It was that time of year again, when Atlas seemed to make the most business, in the form of an influx of gym memberships out of absolutely no where from people who didn't even live on the island that he was likely to never see after January, although sometimes even mid-February. These Resolutioners found their way to Atlas in the hope of making the new year a much healthier and devoted one and eventually petered out of the habit, and Gladio didn't question it, but he did think it was a sort of fascinating phenomenon.

But of course he wanted to try to encourage as many people as possible to stick with it if he could, so today was all about making sure everything was ready to go and in good shape (heh) moving ahead, armed with a clipboard and a checklist, checking up on the equipment, on the stock of towels and cleaning supplies and stickers and Cup Noodle^TM, going over some class offerings with the staff, and overall just doing a lot of business-y stuff to prepare.

Not really the kind of thing he ever expected himself to be doing, much less kind of enjoying, but there was something kind of satisfying about it. Though he was mostly relieved when he got to the end of the list and could celebrate with a workout of his own.

Atlas is open!