Gym: Tuesday Morning

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After waking up early for a five mile run through the Preserve, Worf spent an unusual amount of time having small furry creatures attack him from above.

While he found them to be of no consequence to deal with, Worf thought it would be better to continue his exercise routine indoors in order to eliminate any more interference with his routine.

Which is why anyone entering the room would find the Klingon practicing his mok'bara forms.

[open]

The Salle, Monday Afternoon

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Sulking wasn't a pastime fit for a king, and yet Edmund had found himself doing just that since his arrival in Fandom. There was only so much brooding Edmund could take from himself, so he made an effort to get up early and find the salle that Peter had mentioned.

He retrieved his sword from the weapons locker and, glad to have the feel of the hilt against his hand, started on a series of exercises. It simply wouldn't do to fall out of practice.

[Open as salles are]

The Grounds, Tuesday Morning

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It was reasonably early in the morning, and so a reasonably early Jeff was reasonably happily walked by a reasonably large dog on the grounds. Nana bounced cheerfully on her paws; Jeff scrambled not so cheerfully behind her, clinging tenaciously to her leash.

Thunk.

Something bounced off his head, causing him to slip and let go of the leash. "..." Jeff spun in place, searching for whatever had just--

Thunk.

He nearly went through his knees, his hands grasping for his head. "Is it oranges again?!" he demanded futilly of the sky, "I thought we just did those!"

Thunk thunk thunk.

Nana was reasonably having the best day of her life, cavorting with the drop bears and barking like an enthusiastically mad dog while her owner whined pitifully into the ground, shielding his head from the unstoppable onslaught of bears. "Worse than oranges," he whimpered. "Cuddly bears of death!"

[ open, but with some sp warning! ]

Tuesday After Classes, Gym -- Cheerleading Practice

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Savannah arrived at the gym after classes and started pulling out mats for practice. Once everything on the floor was set up just so, she turned her attention to putting up the tables. One table had the radio and sign in sheet, the other had the usual mixtures of fruits and drinks for refreshments

She had a clipboard of things she wanted to bring up to the squad. The fashion show in the Spring had been so successful that she thought they should start brainstorming for another Cheerleader sponsored event.


[[OOC: Now in the right place. *facepalm*]]

Third Floor Common Room [afternoon]

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Given her position in Narnia (and prior to that, the rationing in England), it had been a very, very long time since Susan had baked anything herself. Truth be told, she didn't precisely know how to bake anyway, but it seemed like it couldn't be that difficult, with people doing it so often here.

So, after finding the ingredients necessary (and some strawberry jam, though she couldn't locate any clotted cream), Susan painstakingly followed a recipe and had already managed one batch of rather nice-looking scones.

Of course, she was still partway through her second batch, and the kitchen was looking a bit frightful, and she was looking...considerably less regal than usual, with a bit of flour smeared across her forehead and some on her clothes, but still -- she'd baked!

She was exceptionally proud of herself.

[ooooooopen. come have scones! I want some now.]