Salle, Wednesday Morning

[weetuskenraider]

No, Tahiri hadn't been here all night, although it would've been a reasonable assumption to make. She'd gone back to her room and caught a few hours of sleep, then come back down to set up with a pair of staves and the padding she honestly hated in preparation for the promised spar with Dinah.

She was feeling a little more stable today, thankfully -- it wasn't quite as quiet in her head as she'd have liked, but it was an improvement over yesterday.

And if she was moving a little bit stiffly at all from getting the hell zapped out of her by the remotes' stun bolts last night, well . . . she wasn't going to mention that.

[OOC: Expecting a much taller chatty blonde before she goes flyyyyyyying, but open salle is open. I'd post Jen today too but I'm waiting until I renew her paid account tomorrow. ;) OMG, thank you anonymous person. You didn't have to do that. o.o]

Third floor common room [afternoon]

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

It was chilly and cloudy--not ideal tanning conditions--so Claudia wandered into the common room with her giant makeup case and haircare supplies.

She stuck a poster on the wall:

"GET A MAKEOVER BEFUR YOU'RE PARENTS ARRIVE. FAKE TATTOO'S WILL REALLY FREAK 'EM OUT!"

She flipped to some random soap opera and waited to see if anyone would take her up on her offer.