The Salle, Saturday

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Cassndra hadn't spent much time in the salle, really. It had always seemed too... public somehow (despite the fact that she sometimes practiced on the roof or the lawn, both fairly public places). But she'd been feeling restless lately and... public might well be good. If she were lucky someone might show up she could spar with.

Until and unless that happened she planned to simply go through her morning routine.

[ooc: Open and stuff!]

The stables: Friday night

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It was cold tonight, cold enough that Karal was wrapped in his heaviest cloak as he made a warm mash for Trenor. "You're not nearly shaggy enough for this weather, are you?" he asked as he tipped the mash into Trenor's feed bucket.

Trenor's only response was to bury his nose in his dinner, which could have meant anything, really. Karal leaned on the stall door and scratched under his forelock. "You're going to need at least a blanket, possibly a hood as well," he decided. "These stables are nice enough, but they're not up to the Temple's standards. They're not even heated!"

Trenor snorted, possibly in agreement, possibly because he'd been eating a little too enthusiastically, and Karal tugged affectionately on one of his ears. "Silly horse."

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Third floor commoon room, Saturday night

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Jim decided to check something out.

If he had hot chocolate ready and was blasting Journey - and not even the good Journey music, but the worst of Journey - would people be repelled by the music and stay for the hot chocolate, by drawn by the music and stay away from the hot chocolate, or completely ignore one or the other entirely?

Jim had no clue.

[OOC: Journey songs and hot chocolate fully moddable.]