Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce was awake at the crack of dawn for his regular Saturday training. But that was earlier. Now he just wanted to relax. He sat down with a bowl of cereal and turned the TV, unaware of the horror that awaited him.

"The Golf Channel?" he asked himself. "No." When he tried to use the remote to change channels, the buttons were unresponsive. He got up to use the buttons on the TV, but those wouldn't chage either. When he tried turning the TV off, the volume just increased.

Resigned to his fate watching the Golf Channel, Bruce went back to his cereal and wondered if it was early enough on a Saturday morning that nobody would notice if he pulled the TV apart and started messing with the wiring. Probably not. Damn.

[OOC: I'm up early, I'm heading out for the day in like four hours, why not force Batman to watch golf tips and highlights?

Open to morning people but, as I mentioned, I'm out of here at 11 AM Central.]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Can I help you?" Bruce asked when he noticed the staring.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara gestured at the television. "Why?" she asked, not quite plaintively.

There were many questions encompassed in that 'why'.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"The channel won't change and the TV won't turn off," Bruce explained. "It makes for decent white noise in the background."

[wrongkindofsith]

And since Cara hadn't really bothered to learn that much about television, that only cleared up one of her questions. "Maybe you just haven't tried hard enough to make it stop."

Breaking the television was not the answer, Cara.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I've tried all the buttons on both the remote and the set itself," Bruce said. "We're just going to have to deal with it for now."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Couldn't you destroy its power source," Cara suggested thoughtfully. "That works. Sometimes." Other times it set in motion the potential destruction of the world and death of all living thing.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Destroying is probably a little much for a problem like this," Bruce said. "I could unplug it, but like I said, I appreciate the background noise."

[wrongkindofsith]

"But it's so...inane."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"That's why it's good background noise. It's not interesting enough to distract you from conversation or breakfast," Bruce said.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Except for the part where it sounds like there are suddenly more people in the room." Speaking of breakfast, Cara started going through the cupboards, emerging triumphantly with a packet of beef jerky. Mmm... meat. "That's more than distracting enough."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"If it helps, they're trying to keep their voices down so they don't disturb the golfer," Bruce said.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Unless the ball is going to run away if it hears a loud noise, no one with any skill is going to let talking ruin their aim." Of course, as far as Cara was concerned actually needing skill to hit a ball with a stick was debatable.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever golfed?" Bruce asked.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I have far better things to do with my time," Cara replied. "But I have hit more than my share of balls with sticks." Not that they were golf balls.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce was choosing to assume for the sake of conversation that she was talking about baseball or something like that. "You should try it sometime. It can be very relaxing if you go into it with the right mindset."

[wrongkindofsith]

That was a very good assumption, because asking her to elaborate would not lead anywhere good. "What mindset? Cara asked. "That a small white ball did something to warrant being struck with a stick?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"The mindset that it's silly to get angry if you can't hit the little white ball into exactly the spot you're aiming for," Bruce said. "If you can't do that, you might get frustrated."

[wrongkindofsith]

The more Cara heard about golf, the less sense it made. "What possible use could there be in hitting a ball to a specific spot? It's a skill that serves no purpose."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It's a game. It's for either fun or simply something to excel at," Bruce said. He preferred the second option, personally.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara would actually be inclined to agree with Bruce there. "Be that as it may, I believe already have enough ways to relax. Better ways."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"And what ways would those be?" Bruce asked. This being Fandom, there were far too many possible answers to that question beyond what he would normally be ready to hear.

[OOC: Heading AFK! SP?]

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shrugged. "Fighting, training, sex," came the matter-of-fact reply. "They're all very relaxing."

[OOC: sure! Bye!]

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

That actually ran the full range of possibilities Bruce had in mind. He was actually impressed that she hit all of the major things aside from meditation.

"Well, all of those have a higher adrenaline spike than you would probably get from golf, but I can't argue with the end results," Bruce said.

[wrongkindofsith]

That would be because the closest thing the Mord'Sith had to meditation was most definitely not used for relaxation.

"I've found very few people that can." That was accompanied by a far from subtle smirk.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

If he were being completely honest, Bruce wanted to ask more about the sex. But an opportunity like this only happened so often, and it could potentially be useful to him. "What kind of training do you do that you find it so relaxing?" He had to admit that his own training often left him more worked up than relaxed.