Roof [Wednesday, Late Morning]

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One thing that could definitely be said about the roof, was that it was nothing if not refreshing compared to spending time cooped up in her room. Kate had no classes today, and given how she felt this week, the common room didn’t feel like it was the right place to be spending her time either. What were the chances it would be busy up here, really?

She’d brought a book, in case boredom did set in, but it’d been set on the edge of the roof and abandoned there, when it failed to hold her attention. Sometimes, you just didn’t want to read, or sit, or anything sedentary at all.

Even with the cooling air, she was still feeling the urge to fidget and twitch. So pacing. Pacing and muttering off a list of all things really, really unattractive. The Impala worm, food from the Grease Trap, giant toads...

[[open roof, twitchy necromancer.]]

Grounds near the stables [afternoon]

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Dany was at a loss as to how to rid herself of this nervous energy. It had gotten progressively worse as the week had gone on -- daydreams had been one thing, but at this point she was so distracted that nothing seemed to hold her interest long enough at all. Even her dreams had left her...restless.

She'd come outside, initially, to groom her silver in the hopes that it would prove enough occupation for her mind. Once the horse was groomed, though, she found herself braiding the mare's mane, and seeking out a blanket and her saddle.

Maybe a ride would prove helpful? Probably not.

[open to anyone who wants to catch her saddling up, with a hint of SP, but I couldn't resist. :)]

The Salle, Wednesday Afternoon

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Alex had all this excess energy lately and was having to wash his sheets every day, and had decided the best thing to do would be work it off. Through violence. So here he was in the salle, using a wooden practice sword to beat the crap out of some poor defenseless dummy that had never done anything to deserve such treatment.

Considering his godly level of endurance, and that he was a fourteen-year-old boy, he might be a while before he worked off his frustrations not dirty.

((Expecting one, but open salle is open!))

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

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Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so.

It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.

With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.

Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.

[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]