The Salle, Monday Morning Through Afternoon

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Slashing the training dummies to ribbons could start to feel a little repetitive at times, sure, but that didn't stop Alec from spending at least an hour at it every day. Even as stuffing started to emerge from the many wounds Alec was inflicting on his targets, he kept at it, cutting and slicing away until well past the point when a normal human's arms would have gotten tired.

Even preoccupied, Alec was always very attentive to outside stimuli, which was why his head snapped up and he dropped his sword into a nonthreatening position when he heard a strange voice.

"...can we fight it by remembering?"

The voice was too clear and loud to have come from outside, but there was nobody in the doorway, or anywhere else in the salle.

"Hello?" Alec said uncertainly as he looked at his Sensor. But it didn't detect anything.

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1st Floor Rec Room, Monday, 7PM to 9PM

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When the clock struck seven sharp, something happened to the rec room. DVD players vanished, consoles disappeared. The television was no more. Anything that contained even the slightest trace of modernity became nothing; replaced, instead, with ancient furniture and ancient toys.

You might not be able to play Great Thieving Cars 5 tonight, but the bored among you could choose from an array of tops, dolls, knucklebones, bibloquets and hoops. And that was just as entertaining, wasn't it? Wasn't it.

Two hours later, the clock struck nine, and all the extraneous wood became metal and plastic again, as if nothing had happened at all.

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