The Gym, Sunday morning

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After a series of good and/or at least interesting dates last night (where he learned some new things about some of his classmates, naturally), the knowledge that each of the Student Council candidates he'd given a little support to had done well (not that it was possible for them not to), getting to yell at someone about guns and having her back down, and a solid week of learning in class and out, Bruce was in a genuinely good mood today. He even had a slight smile on his face, and he wasn't faking it like normal.

Yeah, it was weird for him, too, so he was hitting a punching bag pretty hard. Maybe if he hit it hard enough, his hand would start to hurt and he'd be able to take the edge off of this good mood and he'd be able to get back to his normal state.

[OOC: Open gym!]

5th Floor Common Room: Sunday Night [9-18-11]

[walkswithcoyote]

Tonight was a good night for baking. Mercy had already made two batches of brownies and was working on chocolate chip cookies. The TV was on in the background, but she really wasn't paying attention to it. The baking was soothing her as it generally did, and once this batch was done, she might just put her feet up and relax with a cup of hot chocolate.

There were far more baked goods than she'd ever manage to eat, but she figured they wouldn't go to waste here.




[Open as common rooms are!]