The Salle; Friday Morning [ 07/23 ].

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Without class today and considering how much he'd been exercising his brain through his research, Alexander was up early this morning (as he was every morning, really, a habit hard and fast from years of waking before the crack of dawn), and had headed to the salle for a bit of practicing. He had woefully been neglecting his forms and, as he found a foil to work with, he amused himself with thoughts of his master back home, shaking his head in dismay at the prince's neglect.

It was a little strange at first to go into battling an imaginary opponant rather than his master or, on the rarer than she would like occassion, Rosella, but he soon got a rhythm going that had him in smooth practice and movement.

"Parry! Parry! Thrust! Block!"

And, yes, he called them out. It helped him to remember, since he'd only known them for such a short while, and, so far, he was mostly alone, anyway.

[[ open salle is open! ]]

Chupa Chup Campfire, Friday evening

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Today, Kurt was blue and fuzzy. He also has a strange man handcuffed to him who had dragged him out to the campfire with chocolate and graham crackers and marshmallows.

"HEY EVERYBODY!!!" the man yelled, waving. "Come say hi to Kurt!!!"

Kurt tried to hide behind his hands, and was just glad he'd managed to talk his image inducer out of doing this at the MAIN campfire. "Why are you doing this?!?!" he asked. "You're supposed to be disguising me!!!"

The image inducer poked Kurt in the chest. "No, what I'm supposed to be doing is enabling you to talk to people without one or both of you running away scared. Hence the s'mores."

"Enabling me to talk to people by disguising me!!!!" Kurt countered.

"Eh, I've heard it both ways. C'mon, be a good sport!"

[Open campfire is open!]