Salle, Sunday Afternoon

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There was only so long Tahiri could put off thinking about how her lightsaber skills were . . . not up to par, to be tactful about it. Not being one to think about these things without doing something about it, she decided to -- well, do something about it.

As she ignited her lightsaber with the familiar snap-hiss and worked her way through a few basic drills (these were so boring but she supposed she had to) she was grateful that she hadn't had to leave the building to do this. That would have required shoes.

[OOC: Open? Why, yes.]

The Gym, Sunday Evening

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Adam had been neglecting his workouts as of late and that was something he never would have done, were he home in Angel Grove. Then again, he didn't have Tommy or Rocky to keep him in line.

He trekked down to the gym, intending to work out for as long as he deemed fit. He had to make up for his laziness somehow. Stretching properly, Adam grabbed a practice staff off the rack and moved through some routines.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]