5th Floor Common Room, Friday afternoon

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Just a few weeks left in Fandom and still so much for Bruce to do. He'd spent many sleepless nights over the course of the semester mapping out sketchy places on the mainland where he could pick fights for some group fight practice - warehouses that served as bases for gangs, unruly bars, a couple dark alleys... - where he wouldn't be causing any issues that didn't already exist. Well, aside from broken furniture, perhaps, some broken faces, and maybe broken crime rings. He'd have to play it smart, but maybe with a little help he could get some good training in.

Of course, plotting this out only worked while there were no distractions. And there on the TV was a terribly compelling movie called, simply, All Animals vs. All Humans. Normally Bruce could have ignored this kind of science fiction animal attack movie, but the concept seemed compelling. All animals versus all humans? The stakes were high. And he happened to look up during a scene in which a duckbilled platypus venomous-foot-spurred a man to death. And how could anyone look away while that was happening?

Planning be damned, there was a giraffe on the screen now, and she looked angry. Bruce was hooked.

[OOC: What has two thumbs and got out of work early so he decided to post a CR like three hours earlier than he would usually be able to and based it around a Hodgman reference? THIS GUY.]

The Deck, Friday Afternoon (After Classes)

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The weather was nice out - normally Peter wouldn't be swayed from his work by something as simple as this, but frankly, well. He'd been spending the past few days in his room, working furiously, not consciously trying to sublimate the weekend in any way, shape or form, but accidentally ambling into it.

But while it was a little chilly, the sun was shining. And maybe he could use a breath of fresh air.

He took with him a cup of bad instant coffee, a doughnut and a tablet, pre-programmed to keep up with the latest news as it came up. Pulled up a chair on the deck and sank down into it. There.

Now he was relaxing.

...

His gaze dropped down to the tablet immediately.

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