The Gym, Saturday morning

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Kicking that fake goat in class yesterday had felt good. Kicking the punching bag repeatedly felt better, mainly because Bruce knew it was actually solid and not just some solid-seeming hologram. (Not that he would have kicked a real goat in the face, unless the goat started it.) Really, that was the end result of his more anti-social feelings most of the week. When you didn't feel much like dealing with people, you could just deal with an inanimate object that you could hit as hard as you could. And after that, normalcy could be achieved once again.

After a while, he was almost feeling relatively chipper! But he would be able to fake it way before then.

[OOC: I'm up way too early. Why not post? Open gym, with the warning that I'll be spotty later in the morning.]

second floor common room ; saturday afternoon

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It was shaping up to be a lazy, lazy weekend. In the past, most of Sam's weekends had been lazy so he was an expert in how to deal with laziness and even if he was trying to change his lazy, lazy ways, he still could take a day and settle down on a common room couch with some takeout Chinese food (noodles only, of course) and some inane action movie on television. His attention wasn't all that into the movie so he knew almost immediately when Brooke popped up beside him, stretching out on the couch like she wasn't dead.

"Frank's gotten cuter," she said, reaching over to try and take some of Sam's food. It didn't work.

"Yeah? Why didn't you pop up last weekend and tell him that? Bet he would have liked it."

Brooke shrugged. "Lots of people around. I didn't want to scare anyone."

Sam nodded because he could understand that. This place was weird but there were probably some guests that wouldn't expect to see the ghost of a murdered girl appearing to talk with her very much alive friend. Sam made a note to let Frank know about Brooke's compliment.

"I miss food," Brooke sighed, looking longingly at Sam's food. "I'd even eat Plumpy's food at this point."

Sam made a face at her. "Death has made you go completely nuts."

Brooke stared at him and for a second, Sam thought he might have said something wrong. Then, she started laughing and nodded her agreement. "Yeah, God, you're right. I can't believe I said that out loud. Gross. Gross."

"Gross," Sam agreed and quieted down, not really minding at all when Brooke stayed where she was. He didn't think she got a lot of time to watch movies like this anymore.

[Post is open! If you'd like to see Brooke, you're welcome to notice her. She'll pop away quickly. If you don't wanna see her, feel free to mod that she's gone. Radio's free to report that Sam was just talking to himself!]