As soon as she walked into the rec room, Quinn's mouth fell open. It was just...so much [i]more.[/i] Quinn's standard for a large space was the Central Plaza of the Aerie; the big tree sprouting in the middle, the restaurants off of it, it was just the largest open place that she could think of at that moment.

This was nothing like that. Or, more accurately, [i]that[/i] was nothing like [i]this[/i].

Twice the size? More? It was insanely enormous. She could barely even see the whole way down it. Boxing, fencing, Painting, theater...she paced through it, oddly conscious of the echoes of her footsteps as she went, looking back and forth, taking notes of the things that she was interested in. Mostly the boxing ring. She didn't know any real rules of formal boxing, but she did like sparring, and having that there suggested that it was at least a possibility.

And then, as she passed through these compartments, she finally came to the installation that dominated the room: a tremendous obstacle course. She stared, entranced; she'd never actually run an obstacle course, there was just no space on the Aerie. Still, she'd always wanted to. Her stomach growled again, and yet she found that it held no sway over her anymore, as she paced down further, trying to find the start of the course.

It took her almost ten minutes to walk all the way to the end of the room, and finally to find the first obstacle: a sloping ramp that led up to a hanging rope with which to swing over a broad gap. Beside the entrance stood a white bucket full of equally white dust: chalkdust, she realized, for grip. Patting her hands in it, she brushed them together until she felt about right. Then, walking back, she aligned herself up for a nice, solid run up. She took a deep breath.

Then she dashed forward, leaped from the ramp, grasped her hands around the rope, and...

"[color=FFE63D]Oof![/COLOR]"

...Landed an epic faceplant on the platform in front of her before falling to the padded mats underneath.

[i][color=FFE63D]Well, that didn't work.[/COLOR][/i]

Rubbing her nose and shaking her head, she scrambled to her feet again, walked back, and prepared for another run, eye narrowed and jaw clenched in determination. Hopping a bit to get her blood flowing, she ran, jumped, and...

"[color=FFE63D]Oof![/COLOR]"

...Faceplanted again. Well, at least this time she got her arms over the edge, saw the fragmented balance beams that composed the next obstacle. That was progress right? Once again, she leapt up, ready to go again.

She was going to make this rope jump if it killed her.