Gym, Thursday Morning

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Quinn couldn't remember how she'd gotten from the spot where those things took Puck away the night before back to the dorms. All she knew was that her lungs and muscles had been burning when she collapsed on her bed, and she spent the night crying her eyes out.

In the morning, she splashed cold water on her face, posted him to the board, and then retreated to the relative safety of the dorms gym. She couldn't solve this, but she could exercise until she was too sore and tired for thought. She got on the treadmill, setting it a few notches above her usual speed.

If she hadn't gone to work, if she hadn't called Puck to walk her home, maybe even if she hadn't encouraged him to swing a punch -- he would be fine. She couldn't get past that, no matter how fast she ran.

[OOC: Open gym post, with possible work-related slowitude.]

Fifth Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

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The entire world was falling apart around her ears, and Daenerys scarcely seemed to know what to do.

This morning, she had gone out to the stables to check on her silver, and take a ride about the island. And when she'd crossed too close to the descending darkness, and dismounted to examine it, it had only been a moment -- and then her horse was gone. She'd had to walk back to the dorms, her mind clamoring and tears threatening because she'd managed to lose one of the last few things she had from Drogo.

Now, though, she was composed. She'd immediately found all three dragons and taken them with her to the common room, where she began raiding the cupboards with an eerie calm. For the moment, she was going to feed the dragons whatever she could find, and eat something herself, and then see what else she could find to take with them wherever they went. Because obviously, an exit strategy was about to become highly necessary.

Not that she knew where to go. But still. Dany finally selected some cereal and curled up on the couch, turning on a television purely for the comfort of another voice as she held out little puffs of cereal for each dragon, and ate a few herself. She didn't know what else to do.

[and this super-cheerful common room is open, yes.]

The Gardens, Early Afternoon

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Cassidy was out in the garden again. It helped her think and it was easier to be working out here than to be in her room and feeling so damn helpless. The dorms had always been a safe haven before and being out with the land was helping in some form to keep her from being completely unsettled.

She was on her knees, digging out weeds from the cold ground and trying to unleash some of her power into the ground as she felt it needed. She was being careful not to siphon off too much power because she didn't know when she might need it to help someone. And, well, she really didn't want to get scolded by anyone for doing too much.

She just hoped that they could come up with a way to stop what was happening, soon. Every time she looked up and saw the dark clouds, she had to take a deep breath to calm her nerves again.

Everything would be all right, soon, right?