Girls with Guns [Wednesday after classes]

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Most of the time Triela found spending time on the shooting range to be quite good at focusing her attention. Not that focus was often a problem. Training, inclination, and Conditioning all combined to keep her from becoming too distracted most of the time. Which, really, was a good thing on the range since guns were not toys.

But she was still distracted by her most recent trip home, and that meant that while she was at the range and needing to focus, she was obviously distracted. She showed up early, which wasn't unusual, but then she leaned back against the wall and stared off into space. No special activity, or even tea today.

Unless someone else brought them, which would be cool.

The Gym, Late Wednesday Morning

[vanillajello]

Kate was in the dance studio at the gym again, just like she usually handwavily, woe was once or twice a week, doing her thing.

Dark grey leggings paired with a light blue top with lots and lots of tiny black skulls printed on it, and her hair in a loose bun. This was ballet, Kate-style. Her choice of music – from a seasonal gothic favourite – probably did nothing to lessen this impression.

She did her routine practice at the barre, at times breaking away from her series of positions to match a movement to the music. There may have been a choreography brewing in her mind.

There were tiny Christmas trees all over the studio, but she hardly noticed they were there since they weren't in the way. She concentrated on what she was doing.


[ooc: Open for all your gym/Kate needs! For once, I actually remember to post one of these.]

second floor common room | early evening | wednesday | december 2

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So, it was December. That had been obvious enough when Alex had woken up to find his room littered with tiny Christmas trees. Never one to be all about Christmas, he'd rounded them up and shoved them in Griff's bed. Out of sight, out of mind.

Of course, coming down to the common room proved no better. There were Christmas trees here and there too and they made Alex scowl. He ignored them for the most part, only paying them attention to toss them off the couch so he could flop down and sprawl out. Now, he just needed to find something to watch that wasn't a Christmas movies.

Seriously, he didn't want to watch sappy love stories or old men learning suddenly having a change of heart all because they got haunted. Pass. The television wasn't being much help and he eventually settled on a stupid game show he'd watched before.

Well, now he'd spend his time irritated at stupid people and their inability to solve easy puzzles. Better than Christmas cheer.

[cr's open, of course!]

The Salle, Wednesday evening

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Last weekend's trip to Taris had shown Zayne that he was still leagues behind his fellow Padawans. He was pretty sure he knew why his lightsaber skills weren't up to snuff. Despite training with different swords and practice swords made up to be similar to lightsabers, it wasn't the real thing.

Fortunately, Zayne had the real thing and a place to practice with the real thing. And that's why he could be found in the salle tonight, using a training remote Master Lucien had given him.

It was going about as well as you would expect. Zayne was discovering just how much it stung to get hit by the remote's blasters.

[OOC: Salle is open, of course.]