The Gym / Saturday, September 4 / Morning

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Azula chose a quiet corner in the gym and began setting-up. She rolled out a mat meant for sitting and placed a tall candle holder and candle at the very center of the mat.

After she was done Azula sat down on the mat, crossed her arms and began to wait.



(For furnaceface but open gym is open!)

Salle | Afternoon | Sunday | September 5

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It was safe to say that Percy had been looking forward to this since he and Luke had made plans. It wasn't just getting to fight someone that he could go all out against, it was getting to fight Luke. Every single time he'd come up against Luke in the last three years, it'd been when Luke had a gang of monsters and minions at his back.

This would be one on one. When he'd met Luke, he'd been easily bested, easily shown up and easily embarrassed. He'd learned though and he wasn't the same person now as he was back then. Percy didn't know if he could beat Luke but he knew he'd give him a tough fight.

For now, he was taking some easy swings at the practice dummies, warming up with Riptide while he waited for his cousin to show up.

[Percy's only gonna be fighting Luke but the salle is totes open for conversation and practice!]

Outside the stables - Early afternoon

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After his visit to the library, Faramir decided both Baru and himself would be grateful to stretch their legs and go for a ride around the island. Mindful of the warnings he'd received about invasions, he'd donned his leather armour and had retrieved his sword from the weapon's locker. The weight was familiar and reassuring, but those were thoughts that seemed to more belong to Boromir than to himself. Perhaps he was thinking like his brother to compensate for his absence.

Baru was eager to see him and he led the horse outside to enjoy the sunlight. When he returned inside the stable to retrieve the saddle, Faramir found that the saddle was currently occupied. By a disembodied hand who seemed to be doing some sort of dance. His hand fel to the hilt of his sword and the hand stopped dancing.

"What are you?" he demanded, even if reason told him that a hand without a mouth could not speak. Still, the meaning was clear as the hand made itself small, shivering a little.

Faramir frowned and he wondered if this would be one of the harmless, but embarrassing invasions Bruce had warned him about. "If you do not threaten me, then I shall not harm thee," he told the hand.

It instantly perked up, jumped off the saddle and grabbed one of Baru's brushes, dashing towards the doors with it where it was hopping impatiently for Faramir to follow. How it kept its balance holding a brush that was bigger than himself, Faramir did not know.

"Perhaps I'm merely losing my mind," Faramir told himself quietly as he picked up the saddle and followed the hand.

[Open, of course.]

The Roof [Sunday, Afternoon]

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Effy was still keeping a low profile. The last month had been messed up enough that getting herself to the point where she wanted to spend much time around other people had been a mission and a half. But, she'd picked herself up to at least seeming like she was alright and back to her normal self. It was better.

Then things like this happened, waking up to a disembodied hand next to her alarm clock actually wasn't her idea of fun, and they seemed to be everywhere. Creepy was what they were, and she retreated to the roof in the idle hope it'd be less... handsy, up there.

Which it kind of was. But she was still left eying this one that was edging its way towards the pack of fags she'd put down on the edge of the roof as she lit her cigarette. "Fuck off, you can't even smoke." Yeah, she could just put them away, but there was something more fun about getting to shoot the Thing dirty looks.

[[Open roof!]]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening | 9/5/2010

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It was with great hesitation that Elphaba turned on the TV in the common room. While the roving hands did quite vex her, she was not wishing to spend any more time this weekend cooped up in her room.

While a trip outdoors seemed the best idea, she had seen the unattended television and had felt compelled to come investigate it. She reached gingerly with her verdigris fingers, switching it on with a careful press of the button. She found the remote and sat down on the sofa, exploring what each button could do, what wonders the television could deliver.

Except Elphaba didn't really think of the television shows as wonderous. For her, it was more like traveling the terrible trappings of television. She couldn't stay on one channel for much longer than a few minutes, but she felt the need to look at each and every one.

[ooc: Open like a common room!]

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Eve

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James threw the ball.

One of the disembodied hands caught it, passed to another, who/what threw it back at the squire. He had been doing this for a good half hour now to the half dozen Things scattered around the Common Room.

He had intended to spend a quiet evening on a well-stuffed chair reading some material with a bowl of popped corn, but he was distracted by the...Things.

True, it had been rough in the beginning (he had thought them parts of Black Slayers, and almost set one on fire before he was convinced), but now the were..if not friends, then handy to have around.