The Gym: Tuesday Morning

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Worf started off his day with his usual jog around the island and then ended up back at the gym.

After spending a few minutes pummeling the punching bag he then went over to the mats where he started practicing a new mok'bara routine. And while each movement seemed precise and almost graceful, Worf seemed a little frustrated with his progress.

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The gym [early evening]

[momslilassassin]

After a few good hours of wallowing, Ben made his way down to the gym to work off his tension in a more productive way.

The punching bag might not be all that appreciative of it, given the way the chain was squealing each time Ben hit it.

[OOC: Open like a gym!]

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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Tony'd been getting pretty good at the Come To Me spell but he needed to practice with longer distances and heavier objects. That's why after rehearsal he was at the far end of the second floor common room, staring at a ten pound bag of flour.

He took a deep breath, focused on the object and spoke the seven syllables of the spell. The flour flew off the counter, up into the air and suddenly exploded. Flour drifted down like snowflakes all over the room. Tony swore.

Welcome to an early Winter Wonderland.

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Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

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It had been entirely too long since Aravis had truly appreciated her insomnia.

Which was why Tuesday evening found her curled up on the couch with a truly spectacular and moddable array of candy before her, and her dog lounging at her feet. Aravis hadn't settled on anything to watch, so she just plaintively flipped through channels, appreciating a few seconds of each program.

[open like a CR.]