The Salle, Saturday Morning

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Okay. Alec knew he'd been moving a little slowly yesterday what with the lack of caffeine and all, but somehow he hadn't expected it to last until today.

He'd been training for years, and he knew exactly how long his workout routine was supposed to take. The patterns he ran through with seraph blades were supposed to be quick, expedited by Shadowhunter speed and grace. Today he was just kind of... slow.

Actually, no, he wasn't kind of slow. Today Alec knew just how slow he was, proportionately speaking. Since normally his workout took two hours, and today he was only one-fifth done with his routine at forty minutes, he knew as soon as he glanced at his watch that he was going about two-thirds slower today and, barring variations in his slowed-down speed for the different parts of his routine, should finish around noon instead of the usual ten-thirty.

That was not something he was normally able to figure out.

He hurled a glittering seraph blade at a target, wincing as he discovered his aim was off too. Wonderful.

[[so, so open]]

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

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There was a pitching booth set up in the common room this morning. More or less. A couple of tables had been dragged into a corner, there were pyramids of canned vegetables set up for people to knock down, and there were a bunch of oranges in a bowl (do you know how hard it is to scavenge up baseballs on short notice?) next to a sign that read "HiT A tARGiT WiN A PRiSe".

The box labeled "pRYZeS" was shut, with Bucky standing on top. What was in it? It was a mystery!

"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and try out your aim! How good can you throw?! Win stuff! ...C'mon, dumbasses, what's taking you so long?"


[No, Bucky has no new powers this weekend. You should all be thankful for that. Enjoy the common room!]

Third floor common room [morning]

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Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...