The gym, Sunday morning

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Fight Club was tonight, so Dinah didn't really feel like sparring today. But lifting weights was always good exercise, and today she was trying something new after her regular work-out.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

She stared at the weights, as she tried to figure out how much she could lift with her telekinesis, and what the upper limit was. So far? 300 pounds and counting.

[open, as gyms are]

The Salle, Sunday Afternoon

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You know, most people would head into the salle for weapons practice and just . . . go at it.

Not Gabrielle.

Sure, she'd come down, retrieved her staff, and gone to find a practice dummy, but . . .

"Oh, you want some of this, do you? Huh? Huh? Yeah? Let's see how well you --" Whack! Whackity-thud-whack! "-- like that! Huh! You're not so tough after all, are you? Hey, stop standing there like a dummy! Look alive, before I give you a taste of -- ha!"

Dork.

[OOC: Open, natch!]

4th Floor Common Room - Sunday Late Evening

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After Fight Club, Rose showered and then realised she was way too amped up still to think about either sleep or trying to reach Lissa again.

Instead she rummaged through the Common Room kitchen, finally finding a bag of microwavable popcorn and sticking it in to pop.

Five minutes later, the Common Room was full of the smell of burnt popcorn, and Rose was swearing at the microwave like it was all the machine's fault. 

Which it was.  Really.

[Open cause it's a Common Room, rabbits!]