Salle, Wednesday Morning.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

Most people, when going down to the salle, tended to wave around Very Pointy Things.

Makita was not Most People on a good day, and today was definately a good day. She was dragging out the rather dusty and oft-ignored gymnastics equipment. The uneven bars and the balance beam got a good cleaning, first, before she kicked off her shoes and started going through a quick warm-up to stretch out.

A few minutes later her hands were chalked and Makita was up on the beam, going through a basic tumbling routine before working her way into a flight series.

[Open salle is open!]

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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James was one of those Very Pointy Things people, and was wearing his sword when he entered the Salle this morning. He stopped as he saw the equipment littering the Salle in place, and waved as he caught sight of a person inside.

(ooc: phoneping at work. Slowplay?)

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

People who actually had to practice which end of the pointy-thing went in the other person would just have to get used to sharing the space, now that Makita knew these were here.

She nodded in acknowledgment but didn't wave, since her hands were rather busy gripping the uneven bars as she propelled herself up and around, over, through, moving in increasingly complex and dizzying patterns under Proto's watchful modded! eye.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James applauded softly when she finished. "Impressive," he said, eyebrows raised.