Self-Defense Club, The Gym, Monday Afternoon

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Today, Hoshi made sure that there were plenty of soft, cushy mats all over the gym for the activity she had planned. "Welcome back, everyone," said Hoshi. "Instead of working on offensive moves, today we're going to do more defensive moves. Back home, I used to study aikido, which is a form of martial arts that doesn't use a lot of kicks and hand strikes. The idea is use your opponents force to throw him or her to the ground. Your objective is to get control of the situation, not to hurt your opponent."

After warm-ups, Hoshi demonstrated a couple of forward and backward rolls. "I want you guys to pair up with someone else before practicing these moves," she said. "You should both take turns at attacking and defending. Oh, and if you're doing any of the moves that require falling, make sure you're working on a mat."

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Noonish

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Hurley was making himself grilled cheese sandwiches, but he had enough stuff to make them for other folks, too. He'd had a decent weekend, and was now totally over the whole thing with his mom being mad at him.

Besides, Ino had come up with a brilliant idea for when his mom actually did come to visit Fandom (if she ever did), so that problem was... no longer a problem.

He would sit down and thumb through a book on flowers after he was done cooking. But for the time, armed with his trusty spatula, Hurley engaged in his culinary urges.

[ooc: Open like a good common room!]

The gym [wee small hours, post radio]

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It wasn't like Ben was even going to try to sleep tonight.

Which was why he was down in the gym beating the ever-loving crap out of the punching bag.

He was pretending it was Jacen.