Second floor common room- Saturday evening

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

Maddie had come out to the common room just for some mindless entertainment, which naturally meant TV. After flipping channels, she landed on something showing a movie called Goatnado, which was just starting.

So of course that was what she put on.

Even better, the little ad at the bottom of the screen declared it was part of Goat Week, where they showed their goats-as-predators movies all week. TV was amazing.

[Open!]

4th floor common room, Saturday morning

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Ichabod's cooking skills were rather limited, but he knew how to make tea, and he had made himself a plate with some bread and cheese to go with it. Taking a seat in the couch to eat his breakfast, he accidentally placed his hand on an odd object with buttons, and all of a sudden a picture burst to life on the wall, emitting voices.

The surprise made him jump, nearly spilling his tea, but Ichabod was not completely unfamiliar with the concept of moving images, as watching a movie had been part of a class this week. This was another movie however, one that involved two people standing in a kitchen, cooking. He frowned a little.

"What is the point of this?"

As he didn't know how to turn it off, he continued to watch, deciding that at least it was preferable to a story of superficial young ladies interested in clothes.

[Open common room]

The Salle, Saturday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle had been training pretty hard for the last week, and today was no exception. She was likely to pretend there wasn't a specific reason beyond boredom and being the only Shadowhunter the island had left, but... Yeah, it had to do with Flick's situation. And Isabelle wasn't the greatest strategist in her family, so she was focusing on her brute strength and her other physical skills. And that meant hours upon hours in the gym and the salle.

She'd already been here for a while today. There were some chakram on her belt, but for now, she was focusing on working with her whip. It was as much for her mental balance as it was to keep her skills in top shape. The whip was like a part of her body, a natural extension of her arm. There was something soothing about seeing it lash through the air and end up exactly where she wanted it to. There were a lot of things she couldn't control, but her thin electrum whip was not one of them.

Poor dummies. You were about to be missing limbs.

[ooc: Open post, for all your Isabelle and/or salle needs! And for reference, this is what the whip looks like.]