Fifth Floor Common Room - Monday Morning

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Marie was up early after being neglected by her player not doing much on Sunday. She decided to make a handwavy trip into town to buy supplies to bake muffins. She also bought juice and had a pot of coffee brewing if anyone wanted some.



[totally open! feel free to mod the various muffin flavors.]

The Dorm Roof, Monday morning

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Peter led the way to the roof and stopped just before opening the door. "Now remember, until I open this door, we have no way of knowing if there are rich dogs out there. Thus is the theory of Schrödinger's Millionaire Puppies. Let's find out whether or not they exist."

Peter opened the door to the roof.

[OOC: For bruiser_in_pink to start, but open after the initial revelation. If you're the kind of person who likes context for wackiness, here it is.]

Salle, Monday Afternoon, Post-Workshops.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Something...wasn't right with Sakurazaki. A signficant part of her felt that if she was so out of sorts, she shouldn't be concerned with training today, but another part of her knew that, if she couldn't work it out with the swing of Yuunagi, then it was pretty much hopeless.

Had she really overdone it this weekend with socialization, simply encountered too many people in too few days? Was it a feeling of some sort of impending doom, like something in her subconscious was telling her that something bad was going to happen? But it didn't feel like something bad. In fact, she was feeling incredibly good, once she got past the fact that she was just really, really out of it. Lighter, happier, a strange sort of fluttering in her chest.

Maybe it was a cold.

Still, something in her was very certain that it was something that she could not, would not admit to. Something that, when it came around in her line of thinking, caused her to nearly drop her sword. That couldn't be it....could it? No...of course not!

Needless to say, her training today was extremely distracted, signficantly not up to par.

[[swords' area's open!]]

The Gym, Monday Afternoon, Post-Workshops.

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Relocating from the salle to the gym, Sakurazaki almost immediately starts doing some quick stretches. As she links her fingers together and brings her arms up over her head to stretch them out, as well as her back, she grins at Ranma. //"So you're really gonna spar with me this time, huh? None of this constant dodging and blocking and refusing to go for an offensive?"//

[[posted for super-duper SP spar with ranma_sao, but open for all your gymly needs]]