Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Leda felt that deep, wonderful exhaustion that one feels after a good work out. She'd spent the day working on her "quickdraw" so to speak. Several rocks in the preserve now sported slight marks of magical combat spells cast quickly. She felt she'd done rather well, now she just needed to work on precision. She'd warmed up by practicing saying certain spells very quickly, but articulately.

But now, she was relaxing on the couch, with a big cup of caf-pow, staring in shock at the television. Showtime was premiering a new show.

"And now, the world of 'Bordertown'."

"Fuck right the hell off." Leda gasped.

[Open like a common room.]