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Salle [Monday, Morning]

This week was really not letting up, was it? If anything it was getting worse. Friday had been a nice distraction, and temporary solution, but that restless energy had popped back with a vengeance in no time at all. What was with that? Not that she was really complaining, because it wasn’t a horrible feeling, just... Confusing.

In an effort to ease the twitchy feeling, Kate was taking everything out on an unsuspecting dummy. In her mind, the answer to every problem was to kick things. Hard and multiple times. Slayer had been set aside for now, because as much as she loved some time with her sword, she just didn’t trust herself with anything sharp today. That required a little more concentration than her wandering mind was up to today.

Of course, it still didn’t really seem to be helping, but Gods be damned if she wasn’t still trying.

[[open salle, but with likely work-related SP from my end. ]]

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Some time after she was done with radio, Cara stalked into the salle.

She needed to hit things with her agiels, people-shaped things. It mightn't make the sneezing or the twitchiness go away, but it would make her feel better.

Apparently she wasn't the only one on edge. Kate paused in her assult to check out her irate fellow salle user.

It gave her an excuse to get her breath back. For all the energy this thing was giving her, it didn't extend certain limits.

"Morning." See how she left out the 'good', that was thoughtful, right?

Extremely thoughtful, Cara would be grateful if she wasn't so...this.

"Morning," she growled back as she drove her agiel into the throat of a hapless training dummy.

And now Kate was all kinds of appreciative of her own relative calm regarding this whole thing.

"I find cursing at them really helpful," she offered. Personally she growled at them in Russian, which limited the number of people who might actually understand her.

Cara was totally calm, in fact she was very calmly inflicting what would have been mortal wounds on the training dummy. Yes, calm, really.

"I don't think there's any foul enough," she replied, slamming the other agiel into the dummy's midsection.

Kate's lips twitched in a barely repressed smirk. "That bad?"

If she'd been sneezing like Cara, she'd probably be pissier this week too.

"It's these damn flowers." No, Cara, it wasn't just the flowers. "They make me sneeze."

She tried to let the sting of the agiels against her palms distract her from her other problem.

Yeah, this was bound to be a bad time of year for her, added oddness or otherwise, wasn't it? Kate's mouth twisted in a show of sympathy.

Possibly not something Cara wanted to discuss further.

"What's your weapon?" she asked instead. Her curiosity was piqued, she'd admit it. For all her weapon-related training, she didn't know those.

At least last year she'd had... Cara shut down that line of thought before it could go anywhere and make her mood even worse.

"My agiels? They seem to be unique to my world." And honestly Kate was probably all the better for not knowing them. "They're the weapon of the Mord'Sith."

"I have no idea who they are," Kate had to admit. One more thing they just didn't have in her world. "But I think I'd miss a blade."

She just couldn't imagine killing things with those being quite as effective.

Cara raised an eyebrow. "You're looking at one," she said dryly. Though the effect was ruined by yet another sneeze.

"Blades have their uses," Cara said neutrally. She decided not to mention that killing was not the primary use of an agiel, even though they were very good for it. Just to be clear. "Wielding an agiel takes great skill and practice."

Yeah, hayfever didn't exactly inspire fear and awe. Not that Kate commonly fell into feeling either anyway.

"I don't envy the dummy." It appeared Cara had both. "There are a lot of people around here with a a lot of practice doling out damage."

"Maybe." She wasn't going to deny there were... capable fighters on the island. "But not like Mord'Sith are trained to."

And that was a fun mix of pride and guilt to add into Cara's general mood right now.

Yeah, luckily enough, Kate chose not to probe just twitched a sort of shrug. She had her fair share of guilt, but any death she'd dealt out was quick, and justified in some way.

"Your world anything like this one?"

Cara snorted. "Hardly."

Well, that was expansive. Kate waited a moment, expectant, before realising that really was it.

"So... The grass is purple and you have three moons?"

Legitimate guess!

"Maybe not that different," Cara conceded. "It's hard to describe."

And in wandered Wesley, flustered and hoping to stab something rather hard with his sword in order to relieve some tension, when he spotted Kate.

"Hello."

Kate landed a last kick then glanced over at Wesley while rolling her shoulders.

"... Hello," she couldn't remember his name, but, "guy who does reserves." She had a photographic memory for some things, and swiss cheese for others.

"Wesley," he confirmed, awkwardly shifting his sword to the other hand in order to set down his coat. "And you're... Kate?"

"Got it in one," she confirmed, pulling one arm across her chest in a stretch. "Didn't realise I was so memorable."

Or, some people just have a better memory for names than you, Kate.

"There weren't too many people coming to Reserves for the martial training," Wesley pointed out with a bit of a smile. "Nor many who use the salle all that often."

Basically there were, like, three. So.

Well, okay true. Kate shrugged, and tapped her temple, "Next time." It was entirely possible she'd just keep calling him Reserve Guy because she could.

"And technically I was there for both sides." A slashy response just so happened to be her autopilot position. Magic a second choice.

"Well." Fine, Kate, be all logical. "I may have, ah, paid particular attention to those attending for the martial portion of it." Yeah, yeah, he was a little biased.

That was totally okay, so was Kate.

"Well, looks like you get to share a room with a lots of martial-minded girls this morning." Weren't you looking forward to that Wesley?

It was a dream come true! Sort of. The former Watcher thing made it a little weird.

"Quite," he said, with a wry sort of smile. "You seem to, ah, truly know what you're doing," he added, with a nod toward the dummy. "Have you had training apart from here, or...?"

"My father. He was big on me being able to look after myself." It was a little more complex than that, but he was also big on her not telling the truth. She'd had a weird upbringing.

"Back home sword carrying is more normal than I think it is here."

Wesley nodded. "I, ah, I was brought up taking sword lessons, myself," he offered in return. "As well as, er, marksmanship, archery, those sorts of thing, as part of my schooling. So, ah. My home world is... also a bit heavier on the weapons training than this one seems to be." Or he just ran in special circles. Mostly that one.

"The sort of world where people getting eaten by a troll on the way home, not such an unusual occurrence?" she guessed.

Possibly that came to mind because that was the sort of reason to carry a sword people in her world had.

"Sounds like a typical Tuesday," Wesley admitted. Look, the Hellmouth was special. "Is yours about the same, then?"

"The mages trapped the only troll in Atlanta in a sleeping spell under the Johnson Ferry Bridge. It hasn't eaten anyone lately."

But yeah, it was about the same.

A beat.

"Interesting," Wesley said after a moment. He made a mental note to ask Giles whether Atlanta was on a Hellmouth. "Er. Apparently there was an issue with a troll in Sunnydale a week or so ago," he offered. "But as I understand it, he was, ah, transported to an alternate dimension quickly enough."

So... yay for that.

It was entirely possible that Surreal was looking to murder a training dummy and splatter the walls with whatever passed as its intestines as she stalked into the salle before her shift at the Magic Box. She needed to get out the twitches, and she needed to do it now, before she ended up breaking any merchandise.

She was less than thrilled by the number of people there, but it didn't stop Surreal from offering a grunt in greeting before proceeding to go hand-to-bag in an effort to cool her nerves.

Kate eyed her a moment. "You've not got a case of the sneezes too, have you?" She was not always wise to knowing when to stay quiet, no.

"'Sneezes?'" Was everyone on this island loosing their mind? Surreal shook her head. "No, just restless. Bored."

"And the day's only just starting." So it was bound to get... something.

"I think it's going around." This many people needing to let of steam this early? "Too much energy, no concentration."

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