The Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

[brat_inslayage]

As if Kennedy hadn't been on edge enough this morning for no reason that she could place, just a vague irritable feeling upon waking up that she blamed on sleeping funny so her arm had been half-numb for an hour, the fog that had been creepy and bothersome since she'd gone out for an early run in it still hadn't let up. Oh, yeah, and then adding to the fun was the more recent hello, your-friend's-a-demon bombshell to process, which had derailed any thought of even bothering to figure out which fog-covered spot of behind-the-dorms was where Reserves was supposed to be. If it was even meeting in this.

Which added up to hi, edgy Kennedy in the gym, taking out the thrown-for-a-loop wiggedness by going at the heavy bag as hard as she could, which was not as hard as she thought she ought to be going at it, and would it be too much to ask for the stupid bag to budge just a little more for all the effort she was putting into this?

Tuesdays were supposed to be a high point of her week. They weren't supposed to go all freaky-weird on her, damn it. But they kept doing that. So, hitting things. It worked.

[[i lack the brain for actual fighty today, sadly. gym post is open, and i warn you now, my brain is goofy today so you might get some trippy-ass (and possibly slowish until i get home) pings.]]

Behind the Dorms...ish, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Arthur couldn't see.

After an excellent morning spent with two insane madmen (if you could call either of them men), this was exactly what he needed right when he was planning to arrange the start of something that would hopefully let him blow off steam (and let's not talk about where the child was right now, shall we?).

He had absolutely no idea where he was about five minutes into trying to get to the usual spot. Sane people would have given up by now (and most of the reserves no doubtedly had), but he was Arthur fucking Pendragon.

He didn't do that sort of thing.

[[ arthur is here for one, but open if you want to have your character stumbling around looking for the reserves meeting ]]

The Roof, Tuesday evening

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

The afternoon's venture out into the fog had left Dinah jumping at shadows and mildly unnerved. So heading to the roof to squint out at far-off, smudgy streetlights to convince herself there was nothing out there seemed like a good plan.

...did you hear that?

[open, and getting more jumpy by the minute]

School Grounds [Tuesday, Early Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Having her day kicked off being presented with her very own squalling droid baby was hardly a fortuitous start of anything as far as Effy was concerned, and being cooped up indoors (or anywhere she could be found to have it handed back to her) somehow wasn't an option that appealed.

The fog out here might be creepy and unnatural, but then, to a certain extent so was she. Anyway, there was something about the atmosphere of it that intrigued her even while it gave her shivers, and so she'd taken herself for a bit of a walk in the grey and quickly fading light. Wasn't intending on staying out much after dark, because even she'd seen a few good zombie flicks, but until then she might as well make the most of a little fresh air.

Fresh, heavily fogged air.

[[Expecting one, buuuut it can be open before that, I suppose!]]