Third Floor Common Room - Late Sunday Morning

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Chuck was up really freaking early considering how late he had stayed out last night. Freaking ridiculous. He would have slept in later but he was bombarded by weird-ass dreams that he really didn't care to analyze. Since sleep wasn't on the horizon any time soon, he decided to go the common room and see if there was anyone to bother. When it looked like he was alone, he raided the pantry for a bit to grab something that would go well with his scotch (he came up with Dunkaroos) and then sprawled out on the couch to find something on TV.

Ugh, there was a Rumor Gal marathon on. No thank you. He'd go back if he was desperate but he was not watching that crap. It was so unrealistic.

[Open, of course]

The Gym, Sunday afternoon

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Jaina had been feeling like she was slacking off in just about every area lately, partly because there'd been so much going on the last few weeks and partly because she'd been playing desperate catch-up with all the work she had been missing due to everything going on. So when she'd managed to get herself to a point with her work that she felt like she could take a break, she headed back down to the gym.

She wasn't the slightest bit rusty, but Jaina started off slow with the punching bag. It didn't take her long to get to her normal beating of the bag anyway, because if she didn't push herself too far the world might stop spinning on its axis or something. Besides, it felt good to do this again. She'd enjoy it while she could.

[Open gym is open, basketball is over and I am bored.]