The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

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It was cold. There was snow, too much snow, and cold and no power. The power thing didn't bother Edmund in the slightest. He packed candles to light the salle, which he set up and lit, before retrieving his sword. He kept glancing at the door to see if Molly was going to come as he went through his practice routine.

Weight room, Friday afternoon

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As Priestly had mentioned to Amber yesterday, if he really wanted to have a chance when he tried out for cheerleading (and yeah, he was occasionally surprised to realize he really did want a chance), he'd have to get back into shape. At the very least, he wasn't about to let Prince Edward prance circles around him again in gym class.

So there he was, making use of the dorms' exercise machines, sweating literal blue streaks into the t-shirt sleeve headband he was still wearing from class earlier. He knew he should've used the waterproof hair color, today. . . .

To make sure he kept his energy level and pulse rate up (or at least encouraged a level of hyperactivity), he had a small boombox blasting Reel Big Fish at high volume.

He probably wouldn't say no to some interruption.

[ooc: open! link is to YouTube. Yes, Priestly's working out to "I Want Your Girlfriend to be My Girlfriend", because I think I'm funny.]