The Salle, Saturday Morning

[arsenicmauls]

Roxie didn't know where she was, and she was pissed.

Though to be fair, that sentence implied causation, and that wasn't quite the truth: Roxie was almost always pissed, and, on this particular instance today, she did not know where she was. But really, the two were only vaguely connected.

So she explored. Whatever the reason that she was here, she could more than handle herself once she found out who was responsible -- she'd just beat them up within an inch of their pathetic life. So she wasn't worried or alarmed as she found her way down to a room full of exercise equipment and training dummies. She just saw it as an opportunity to decimate every single training dummy in the room until the floor was a mess of stuffing and and... whatever you called the outside part of a dummy.

That was her project for the morning. Roxie was a pretty productive gal.

[[second verse, same as the first: leaving at 9, SP most of the day, but i love SP lots, so go for it! open salle.]]

1st floor lobby- all day

[notconflicted]

The girl sitting in the lobby may have looked like Sia, but she wouldn't have any idea who you were talking to if you called her that.

She would, however, listen to whatever you had to say to her. Very, very patiently. Definitely all weekend. Maybe for nine seasons, even.


[Sia is now the nameless daughter from How I Met Your Mother. She'll be here all weekend, and very quiet. Open!]

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

There could've maybe been reason to freak out when you woke up in a strange room with no recollection of how you'd gotten there. But Helen was honestly just glad to be magically away from her freak show clusterfuck of a family. Even if it meant having to feed a strange cat who was very insistent that she pay attention to him.

And having done that, she'd set out to explore. Which had quite naturally led to stealing some fruit from the common room kitchen, before spotting the art supplies. And that, in turn, led just as naturally to spreading a bunch of the stuff on one of the tables and getting started on a collage with defaced Cosmo clippings and an ironic use of glitter, while snacking on fruit.

Now she was in her element.

[ooc: Open! Nat is now troll-haired Helen from Rampart.]