Salle; Monday Afternoon

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

After recovering from eating doughnuts with Leo, Luke decided a workout was probably in order. He was probably gonna end up going down to the salle anyway out of sheer boredom but he liked having a reason to be down there. Gave him something to work to.

He spent some time doing some simple exercises before getting into practicing against the dummies. As per usual when he was working alone, Luke sort of went into autopilot when it came to training. He sliced through the dummies easily and with a lot of skill, but his head was off somewhere else, thinking about everything from the work he had to do back home to Katniss's problems to what the hell he was gonna eat for lunch later. Before he knew it he had worked up a pretty good sweat and the dummy he was wailing on was worse for the wear.

After a few minutes he took a break and wandered over to the practice swords, inspecting them to see if they were good enough to teach with or if he'd have to go back home and steal another one.

[The salle is open, of course]

Third Floor Common Room | Monday Evening | 3/21

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

It was with morbid fascination that Peter Bishop found himself on a common room couch watching professional wrestling on the television.

He was honestly confused a bit.

"Wait, there's only one of these companies still around?" he said, having tried to flip between the old feuding promotions' shows. "Huh. Guess the future has its other improvements too."

Yes, he was talking to himself. He had extra popcorn and soda for anyone else interested in seeing oiled-up men in tights wrestle around a ring.

[ooc: Open common room is open.]