The Gym, Monday Morning, Before Classes

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Lyta needed control. Her medication was merely taking the edge off of her migraine, and the ever-present pressure of other minds wasn't going to go away. Dragging herself out of bed, she cleaned up a bit and grabbed her yoga mat, headed for the gym. If she was lucky, it would be moderately quiet...at least quiet enough for her to get a grip.

[Open for your Monday gym-ish needs. Any interaction with Lyta will be slowplay.]

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

The last few Monday mornings had involved her racing across town to make her first class, still wearing her clothes from the previous night.

This morning? Not so much. So she went down to the gym to beat on something. And she had been doing such a good job of avoiding her roommate lately, too.