The Salle, Friday afternoon

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After asking around, Jan had found out where the students practised with their swords not dirty. It seemed to him that it would be a perfect place for him to practice his hornsmanship.

His stitches still itched, but the cuts were healed and he was sick of taking it easy.

The floor of the Salle felt odd under his hooves, springy, and it made a hollow sound as he paced around it, to make sure he knew exactly where the walls were. (He really didn't want to put a hoof through one.)

Satisfied, he squared up and swung at the practice dummy, danced back, and started to work in earnest, ducking and dodging and striking out with his horn. The dummy wasn't much of a challenge, but it was still important to practice.

[ooc: I like making up words! Open, of course, and Jan would love someone to fence with.]

Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday Afternoon]

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There wasn't much to do in his room. Weekends were nice but they could be kind of boring if he left himself think about it. So, he'd gamely foregone another nap to come down to the common room and prop himself up on one of the chairs.

If he was gonna be bored, he could do it where there was some form of entertainment. There was television, potato chips and that was all he really needed to cure some of his boredom.

[Open CR, of course!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Night [10/04]

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After his work day at Groovy Tunes, Hurley collapsed onto the couch in his floor's common room.

He was happy and content. With the TV set to some reruns of Good Eats, he was officially having a very good day.

[ooc: Open!]