3d Floor Common Room, Early Tuesday Morning

[psi16.livejournal.com]

She was curled up in a ball at the end of the couch, a thermal blanket wrapped around her. Vacant eyes watched as the paid programming on a local channel transitioned to the local morning news. Her mind, however, wasn't on the tales of flooded creekbeds and roads. It was instead on the figure in black that had wakened her the previous morning.

( Logic told her that it wasn't really Bester... )

[OOC: Interaction with Lyta may be slow, as I'm at work. Otherwise, open for your 3d floor common room needs.]

Salle, By the Gun Range; Tuesday Afternoon, Post-Workshops.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

It didn't take a genious to try to figure out where Sakurazaki had disappeared to after archery. A part of her was still rather worried about her documentary, but training was so much more important than that. Bringing her camera with her (just in case) and an assurance that she was totally fine with settling for montage weapon demonstrations and reading off her historical notes helped settle her mind enough to centre her chi in no time.

Her arms were sore from the pure extent in which she had performed yesterday, though (basic training, in addition to obtaining footage and showing off to impress Jude was a lot for one session), so she works on the basic, repeative, overhead chopping excersizes that she always started with on the practise swords. The benefits of using an actual sword right now would be expontentially greater. With each chop, she could feel her muscles getting better, getting stronger, getting tighter. She was working up a sweat in no time; the rush of air from her sharp, precise actions felt amazing on her sweat-spotted face.

[[swords' area's open. no, she has nothing better to do]]

5th floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon: River makes food

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was hungry, as she had spent a couple of days under her bed. Well, she would have been starving if it hadn't been for the ice cream Buffy had kindly supplied her with. But now was time for proper food. River opened all the cupboard and brought out the biggest pan she could find.

Second Floor Common Room: mid-evening

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Parker's in the common room, channel-surfing mindlessly. She wants a cigarette. She wants a drink. She wants more shoes. She's in a weird, weird mood. What she doesn't want, is to go to Blue Cove.

Since she has no choice about that, she's looking for Z-Cases re-runs.

[ooc: open to any and all]

Gym, Tuesday afternoon

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip usually isn't one for katas. They usually require time he doesn't want to spend and, in his mind, don't really help you in a fight. "Please excuse me, but I need to go through the other three moves before I can block, would you hold on a second?"


Still, occasionally, he just feels like he needs to center his chi. Or something. Whatever chi is, anyway. Thus, here he was, on the mat, working on his second kata.


_{[[OOC: Gym's open.]]}