The Salle, Sunday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Some people were having a weird weekend. But not Isabelle. Isabelle's normal involved getting up early and heading down to the salle. Sword practice, today, just so she didn't get too rusty. It wasn't her preferred weapon, but that didn't mean she wasn't any good at it. Hodge and her parents wouldn't have allowed that.

There were even freshly burned Marks black on her skin. Agility, speed, precision. It showed in the way she handled herself and slashed and stabbed at the dummy. And by the look of determination on her face, she might as well have been slashing at an actual demon while she went through her drills, Hodge's old instructions running through her head as she did.

It was not the Institute, but it'd do.

[ooc: Open! I'm gonna need entertainment all through my travels today, someone provide that.]

Second floor common room, Sunday morning

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil hadn't slept this poorly in ages. Whatever it was in his head - and it sounded like a nervous cocktail party whispering all over - had kept waking him up. Finally, he gave up and stumbled out to the common room for some coffee and cereal.

And maybe some bad TV. He couldn't really concentrate enough to listen to something good on the radio.


[OOC: Open common room!]

5th Floor Common Room: Sunday night

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy had in front of her a bunch of different types of locks and was working her way through them with a grin. She'd locked herself out of her room that morning and had had the oddest feeling that she could pick the lock with pretty much anything she could find. And she did!

Now Samuel had taught her to pick a lock, but she'd always needed her lock picks. This? She just seemed to know how to get into anything. Given what she'd heard on the radio it sounded like it might be one of those weird weekend-only Fandom things so she figured she'd learn as much as she could about it while she had the ability.

Which was how she'd ended up here with all the locks, more Chinese food than she could ever eat, and a smile. Hopefully, if she practiced, she'd be able to hang onto some of this skill.


[Open of course!]