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He'd left his room, and no one had stopped him. Then he'd left the floor, and no one had stopped him there either. So in the dorms, at least, Ender had freedom of movement. The same might have gone for outdoors-- there would be no guard stopping him. That was good to know. At least this prison had space.

But he didn't go outdoors. He'd seen a mention of the pool in a brochure, and he wanted to find it. He'd gone down every stairway until he'd found it, and then he stripped down to his trunks and slid seamlessly into the water.

If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like zero g. He tried swimming underwater for a little while, but the resistance sometimes broke the illusion, and so he'd started to drift, his eyes shut and his limbs stretched out.

[ open pool, of course ]

intraspective

Ino, almost sheepishly, made it down to her plants before dawn, and set to work. After yesterday, and the beach, it had occurred to her that she hadn’t been to her garden for a while. It was a good thing that plants didn’t always need careful watching over, because the time away, and in France, in Greece, and now in Bali Ha’i…

Well, her plants were flourishing. Ino grinned, kneeling down to inspect them closer, before setting to work on weeding and making sure that they really were all healthy.

She’d have to call Principal Washburn later, and see if she still wanted to see the garden.

[For one, but open as well.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had collected all of the underwear that was left lying around when he got back from work, and taped it all to the wall.

He taped signs all around the dorm reading

CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR: $1 each
5th floor common room

and was sitting on the couch, watching TV, holding a cash box, next to a larger CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR sign, eating popcorn.

Yes, he'd washed his hands first before making the popcorn.

[Open like an open thing!]

solo_sword

While it would be nice to have a summer without worrying whether or not any relatives would be listening to the radio and not feeling checked up on, Jaina also realized that she was losing the two people who helped her with her lightsaber training, too. This was definitely a downside, and she new that it just meant she was going to have to make it a point of getting down here more and practicing herself. She thought she might get a lecture if she was all rusty come fall, after all.

Making sure to stick a note on the door to give warning that there was someone back here with a nice live weapon that was known for chopping off limbs, she set up three remotes to start firing, and ignoted her lightsaber to start deflecting the bolts that were going to be coming at her at pretty high speeds.

[Yes I did have to go into old posts to make sure the salle was there. Open, as I have a couple hours before work still, but then it'll be SP till this evening PST. Fair warning.]

Current Mood: working

intraspective

Evening found her sprawled on the ground in front of her cabin’s campfire, which, thanks to her, was blazing merrily. She was at somewhat of a loss as to what to do for the evening, really.

Sleep was considered, and then disregarded. No doubt she’d fall asleep eventually anyway, but there was no need to rush it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had three classes tomorrow, Ino would’ve headed straight back into the preserve for more training.

But, no. Stupid classes.

Ino stared at the fire and wished for some of Reno’s booze. She totally should’ve grabbed a bit of it for… safekeeping, yes, that was it. Safekeeping.

And, you know, drinking. Note to self: Steal Reno's booze at some point.

Yes, she could always buy her own, but the stealing bit would totally be fun if she could pull it off. Hmmmm.

[Open as a campfire is!]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

So, as it was, Cal had told himself that he was going to cut back, take it easy, quit the workout thing for a few days so that he wasn't constantly feeling as if someone had been pulling on his limbs like taffy, but...

There he was again, drifting into the gym and intent of killing an hour with weights. He rationalized this with himself in three ways: one, he had at least changed up the timing. People up early enough to be there in the morning were clearly motivated people, so they would do things like workout. By late afternoon, people were usually too lazy or busy, so he might have some quiet time. Secondly, he worked tomorrow. He knew he wouldn't be working out if he had work and an audition for that play thing to go to.

The third reason was simple. Explosing-shooting Santa Clauses demanded a little sweat and iron and regularity just to clear his head a bit.

Seriously.

[[ yeah, it's open, of course. ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Another morning in the gym. Cal had a thought that if he kept it up like this, he might be overdoing it, especially when he considered the soreness tugging at his limbs with each small movement, but he also figured he had a class tomorrow and work Thursday, so that should make him slow down at least a little bit.

But he liked it. It was a good way to kill time that wasn't slowly killing him; it was a rare time when how his body felt matched the flow of hormones running through it. Simple, repetitive, almost mechanical movements, carefully sculpting out what for sixteen years he had no control over. And the work and the sweat and the physical strain put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.

So he was there. Another morning in the gym.

[[ open gym is open *pats the little obsessive one* ]]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra led the way from the roof to the stairwell, still lightly holding River's hand. Just moving across the roof was a dance in itself as she spun her partner just a bit.

"Dancing on the railings" River had said. Cassandra beamed. There were six floors of them. This was going to be fun.

She turned to her partner in crime with a smirk. "Ready?"

[ooc: Cass and River will be dancing down the stairs. Anyone is welcome to find them on the way down!]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra didn't sleep much. And the truth was that she was oddly comfortable on top of roofs. It hadn't taken long in Fandom for her to realize that while it wasn't uncommon for people to be on the roof at night, if she came up early in the morning she could generally find some solitude.

So she sat cross-legged on the roof simply breathing quietly.

intraspective

Ino was… was going to do something drastic if she didn't stop singing soon. As it was she was up on the roof in the hopes that no one else would hear her. On the other hand… if people heard her… that'd shut her up, right?

She sighed, thumped her head lightly against the notebook she'd brought up with her, and…

"Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I
And let's face it - who isn't less fortunate than I?
My tender heart tends to start to bleed

And when someone needs a makeover
I simply have to take over
I know, I know exactly what they need
And even in your case
Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed
Follow my lead, and yes, indeed
You will be...

Popular! You're gonna be popular!"

Well. Stabbing herself to shut herself up was certainly gaining popularity right about now.

[I couldn't resist. Totally open as a roof is!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir'd been up since sunrise, as per usual, only today (as he had no class) he'd taken over the third floor common room's kitchen for a few things. He had cookies to make for Karal (he'd decided on a slightly modified version of Lurline's Tears to be festive for the holiday), treats for Miss Lulu (he'd found the recipe through that googly thing Professor Beaubier had shown him), some of the chocolate hazelnut cookies for Ino, and another batch of summer ice (this time with lemon and rosewater since Professor Ambrose obviously had no like for papay fruit for the moment) so that he could write down the recipe to give to Miss Lulu. In between all of the sugar, however, there was a pot of beef stew, made as he had at Kiamo Ko though with a few substitutions. Or possibly not. The names had been different but even just between Professor Ambrose's and his time there were differences in name for the same thing.

All in all, the common room probably smelled of sugar, strange fruits, and slowly cooking spiced beef.

Liir was rather pleased with himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are with a variety of food and treats available]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

Movement of the body often grabbed hold of wandering thoughts and turned them focused on the present, and River knew she needed that. After her meeting with Adah last week she had decided on her course of action; no further plans were necessary. With a low kick she brought her thoughts away from those decisions and back to here and now, to a room filled with imaginary enemies that fell as her fists and feet hit them. She was good at this. She had a purpose.

[open]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Talking to Sam in the clinic yesterday had only increased Luke's never-helpful "bad feeling," so after checking in on Sam's pet as promised, trying to get Vladdie to come out from under the bed (not happening), and ignoring the irritated glares of Yoda the turtle, Luke trotted down to the salle with his lightsaber and a couple of training remotes.

He slapped a "Caution: Live Fire. Knock Before Entering" sign on the door and then kicked four remotes to life and began to practice, immersing himself in the Force.

[OOC: Open for all of your Jedi-gawking needs.]

Till I Start to Believe - Melanie Doane

Current Mood: anxious

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra stood on the roof looking out over the edge. She had agreed to meet Ino later, but she had plenty of time to think while she waited. She had been putting off thinking about the weekend when she was not herself, and it was something she needed to do. This was as good a chance as any.

[ooc: Open like the roof tends to be.]

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

In a strange and startling turn of events, it would seem that Adah Price crawled from primordial depths (well, her bedroom, anyway, which, while quite dry and warm and nice, seemed to be taking on a murky, swamplike visage in her head today) to emerge herself once again on the front of possible socialization. She wondered if she should be concerned, and then reasoned with herself, as she shifted through a drawer for a can opener that she could manage with one hand, that there were reasons. Today, the reason was simply that of the fact that a girl had to eat. She was driven from the confines of as close to a hermitage as she could get for a simple, primal need. Yesterday also had its reasons, as she had come across the fairly busy pool entirely by accident out of not wanting to deal with the trouble of bundling up a little to go outside. Warmer weather aside, it had nothing on the sweltering Congo nights. They had their reasons and she was restless, anyway, wrestling a little finally with a simpler can opener that made quite a chore out of getting into the can of fruit swimming in sickly sweet syrup that would probably make her stomach rebel later, but it was food, it was (relatively) simple, and eating it directly out of the can as she curled up a little on the couch had become more familiar to her than other, conventional, American ways of preparing full, three-course meals.

She considered the TV, but then banished the thought once the thought of managing a remote control and a can of peaches would be more difficult than Adah wanted to bother with right now.

[[ open as common rooms tend to be~ ]]

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[Open!]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Mary didn't have a whole lot of time that morning to process many things that went beyond the terrible, awful feeling in her stomach. Thankfully, she seemed to have woken up with enough time that she could scurry her way to the nearest toilet before she'd be left with a big giant mess of up-chuck to clean up. She made it, but, somehow, groaning as she slumped in the stall and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, making it didn't necessarily make her feel any better. Her hand drifted to her stomach. Maybe she ate some bad pizza, or something.

Mary blinked. Another swell of nausea rose up inside of her, but it didn't go anywhere. What she was experiencing right now might be something like a divine revelation of sorts. Didn't she see this on a movie the other night with her mom? Valerie Bertanelli's voice drifted through Mary's mind: ... I'd been throwing up every morning... Oh, no.... ... And hadn't had my period in two months. No, no, no.... ... I thought I was pregnant.

Mary groaned, leaning her head against the wall. It couldn't be; it just couldn't! But Valerie wasn't done.

So I took the pregnancy test. I found out I wasn't pregnant. It was cancer.

That was it! A pregnancy test, of course. Mary knew what she had to do, and got up to go do it.

After a moment, she realized, slumping over the toilet again.

[[ open, sure, if you're in the area and are curious about the frequent vomitting. Turtle has become Mary from the movie Saved! ]]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny Castle set up his record player. Amazing that it was just there. And playing the music softly, he sort of laid around, waiting for his first dance partner to show up. Sometimes he hated his job. He had great ideas, he just never got to push them.

Today however, he might get in a bit of his own kind of dancing. What? If no one was around to tell him otherwise, he'd damn well do as he pleased.

[yo, CR open!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel was spending more and more time out of her room lately trying to be somewhere else whenever a certain someone was there.

Finding nothing better to do and really not interested in hitting the gym, Mel had grabbed a few snacks and was channel surfing in the remote chance something good was on TV.

[Open and always in this comm. Yes.]

my-names-max.livejournal.com

Max had been going running, which was all well and good, but she decided it was time for her to become acquainted with the gym.

She found it early Tuesday morning and began running drills with the punching bag.

[open, as gyms tend to be]

raspberryturk

Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

my-names-max.livejournal.com

Max was feeling restless.

She was still trying to get a feel for this place she had randomly ended up and she was still eager to find her brother.

But she was intrigued by the idea of attending school, especially in a place that seemed to be unaffected by the Pulse. And she was really intrigued by the professor she had met the day before.

As it was, she was exploring and found herself in the common room. She flipped on the television and was surprised by the number of available channels and the quality of the picture.

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra had been making herself scarce over the past week or so. That meant she was falling into her old, solitary habits, and she didn't really want that.

So today she decided to be social. A lot of people seemed to do that with food. Cassandra decided that she could try that too. Which wasn't a bad plan except that... she couldn't cook.

Instead of making food, she was standing, looking around at the various kitchen utensils, appearing very confused.

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke was feeling a little penned in, so he trotted down to the gym and got to work on the punching bag.

For a guy who didn't look like someone who'd enjoy a fight, he certainly knew what he was doing.

[OOC: So many kinds of open.]

Current Mood: restless

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassndra hadn't spent much time in the salle, really. It had always seemed too... public somehow (despite the fact that she sometimes practiced on the roof or the lawn, both fairly public places). But she'd been feeling restless lately and... public might well be good. If she were lucky someone might show up she could spar with.

Until and unless that happened she planned to simply go through her morning routine.

[ooc: Open and stuff!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was bored. Johnny overturned two empty trash cans and laid a piece of board across the top. Then, because yes, he was bored, he made a bunch of paper people, lining them up across the wooden plank. For their sake, he didn't try to name them.

Sitting on the couch, one by one he sent a fireball towards them, torching them, watching them lift in the air and burn until there was nothing left. Yes, he was playing with fire but he was very safe, really. Nothing was catching on fire except for his mini-paper people. How cool was that?

"Yes! Take that you with the cur--" No, he wasn't going to say it cause he didn't mean it. Seriously. He did not name his paper dolls, come on!

[common room is totally open.]

intraspective

Ino was out on the grounds before Cassandra - she'd been too impatient to stay in her room any longer - and was running through a thorough series of stretches in preparation. This was going to be so, so much fun.

She was definitely curious to see how her skills would match up. And Ino always did like a challenge.

[For Cassandra mainly~!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen making up some grilled cheese sandwiches and mac and cheese. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the no death threatening events or weirdness and camp out in front of the tv and see if there was a bad movie he could watch and heckle. With food of course.

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra wasn't sure whether it was the time she'd spent in her room or the meditation this morning or some combination of the two, but she found that she was feeling remarkably calm. It wasn't something she had expected, especially with the recent anniversary, but that didn't change how she felt.

It had been a while since she had practiced any of the softer styles she had been taught, and today felt like the day for it. So she was out on the lawn going through a series of slow graceful movements, flowing smoothly from one to the next.

[ooc: Open.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

It was cold enough that Karal was bundled in a long cloak, and it was weird enough that he'd spent most of the day with Trenor - first hiding in the stables and then on a long, rambling ride around the island.

Now Trenor was grazing on the front lawn while Karal sat on the picnic table, holding his lead and staring vaguely off into space.

[ooc: Open of course, but may be subject to flurries of SP and unexpected moments of AFK.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had a Really Useful Book. Unfortunately, the fact that its only page was a snippet about remembering the things one's mother had said made the aforementioned Really Useful Book... somewhat less than useful. This had to be rectified. It was high time the book got some new pages.

Therefore, Valentine was flipping through television stations, listening to snippets from daytime soaps and trying to pick out anything that might be considered good advice. Clearly, he needed some assistance. The book was looking scared.

(Open!)

not_in_the_book

Ronan stood at the edge of the roof, looking over the island. It was strange to have gone asleep in one time, and to have woken up in another, but hardly surprising given the island on which he stood. He was, however, thankful for the Manual functions that told him when he was -- otherwise, he would have been far more surprised, and probably not realised for longer than he'd like to admit.

As it was, he was smiling softly, wondering if he'd be given a chance to try and set right some of the few things he truly regretted from his time here, or if it was truly too risky to try.

[Open; he's introspective, not emo, feel absolutely free to interrupt him.]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

It had been a while since River had been to the shooting range. It wasn't really that she needed the practise that made her come here today - she knew she was good enough to hit the bull's eye every time from this distance. Rather it was a question of focus, of turning her mind into something resembling that bullet, for what purpose she wasn't sure. Loading the Navy Colt that Jane had given her made her smile though, partly from the memories that any gift evoked. She posted the rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

Then she slipped on the hearing protection and aimed to fire.

[Open]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

When Cassandra was feeling restless, she usually found somewhere quiet to work out. Today, however, she felt like she needed a change.

Which was why she'd moved some of the furniture around in what looked to be a pretty random arrangement. Seats facing in all sorts of directions did not, after all, make a lot of sense for most purposes.

It might have made slightly more sense for what Cassandra was doing, which involved moving in random directions around the room without touching the floor.

Conversation might actually be a less disruptive form of entertainment.

[open!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack puttered around the common room on the Second Floor ~~which was clearly the best~~, trying to find something good to cook. Hrm. Chicken...spaghetti noodles, spaghetti sauce, looks like it's spaghetti night with chicken.

[Open like a common room. For one person in particular.]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Cassandra had promised to teach Meg some basic fighting skills and it was only now that both had the time to actually do it. Meg got to the roof first, dressed in the shorts and shirt she usually wore to cheerleading practice in Neptune.

"Should I stretch first or something?" Meg asked Cassandra when she got onto the roof.

[For Cassandra but it's a roof so open]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Today Meg was the student council representative behind the voting table. She had ~~handwavily~~ bought coffee and doughnuts and had them sitting beside the old yearbooks and pictures from past Fandom events.

There were clipboards with sign up sheets for the carnival and a voting box for Homecoming court.

Meg had a cup of coffee in her hand and was flipping though an old yearbook, making sure to skip past any pages that had mention of a certain blonde detective.

[OCD ~~coming~~ up! Each student can nominate two boys and two girls from their class for the Homecoming Court. The voting on the finalists will go up Thursday night and the Court will be announced at the dance.]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

The fifth floor wasn't really Cassandra's floor, but she had ~~handwavily~~ agreed to meet Namine there. She was busy moving furniture out of the way to create as wide an open space as possible. Somehow this meant that most of the seating was pushed out into a circle around her clear space.

After a critical look over her work Cassandra nodded to herself and idly went through a few stretching routines, waiting for her friend's arrival.

[ooc: Cassandra's here to teach Namine something about how to dance, but she'd be glad to teach anyone else who asked her too. Or, you know, do the other things that you do in a common room.]

intraspective

Working inside all day had left Ino craving fresh air and evening found her sitting up on the roof of the dorms, dangling her legs off the side of the building and reviewing her Ethics notes in an attempt to keep Master Skywalker from threatening her with detention for the third week in a row.

It wasn’t going so well.

She kept getting side-tracked by other things, like the wind, or the sky, or how she should probably be training instead of wasting her time – but lacking the energy to go and do something constructive – or coming up with a way to write her dad without mentioning anything that had happened on the weekend.

Ino leaned further over the side of the roof. Maybe she should practise her chakra control? Walking down the building would be more of a challenge than the wall over her bed.

Hmmm.

[Open like an open thing!]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

After talking with Jamie last night, Cassandra had taken his advice and gone to the gym to work out some aggression. She must have had a lot of aggression because she didn't make it back to the room until around noon.

She was just toweling her hair dry after a long hot shower while frowning at her closet thinking that she should probably find some way to obtain more clothes. Only having three outfits made for frequent trips to the laundry room.

[ooc: Door's open.]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana still couldn't stand to spend more than a few minutes at a time in her room - the room she and Jim had shared. So tonight she was up on the roof staring at the moon and the stars and wondering how the hell she was supposed to get over him and whether she should just give up this whole love thing as a bad deal.

She wished Jack were still here, even though he'd told her she gave her heart too easily and wouldn't be surprised about all this. At least he'd have found a way to make her smile. And at the moment she couldn't even imagine that as a possibility.

But for now she'd just sit here avoiding everyone and everything. Maybe she'd sleep up here.

[Open]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

When Cassandra had woken up Saturday unable to remember anything, she had intended to find someone to talk to to see if she could figure things out. But that turned out to be a bad plan because any time she saw someone all she found herself thinking about was how to kill them. So instead of trying to talk to people with thoughts like the throat is open and a simple sweep to take them down and then an elbow to the temple running through her head, she'd gone into hiding.

When she woke up this morning, remembering, she'd decided to head back to the dorms to get some food and a shower. Now she was sitting on her bed, legs folded, trying to come to grips with something she didn't want to believe: that deep down she was a killer. After all, when she'd forgotten everything else, she hadn't forgotten how to kill people.

[ooc: Establishy and stuff, but also open!]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

(Open!)

Current Mood: chipper

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

It had been a quiet week for Cassandra. Classes had certainly been interesting, and she felt like she was starting to get a handle on the whole reading thing, but what she really wanted was some undiluted physical exertion.

So this morning she woke up early and pulled out one of her old traning suits from her bag. Black wasn't precisely a stealthy during the day, even with the cloud cover, but it was tight so it didn't snag, and kevlar wouldn't tear if she made a misstep and took a bad fall.

After a few minutes to stretch properly, Cassandra took off. Rooftop running, building climbing, three story drops... It was purely physical and, for Cassandra at least, quite relaxing. Besides, it allowed her to get a feel for the layout of the school from a different sort of angle.

[ooc: Open. Please feel free to mod Cassandra to just about anywhere exterior on the grounds.]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was way too awake for it being so late in the evening. She headed down to the common room to fix herself a bowl of cereal and watch some TV until she got tired.

Now if only there was something on...

[It's open!]

Current Mood: hungry

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly had told Karal that she was going to try to be more social while he was gone, but she also remembered something else she hadn't done in a while: ride her swoopbike. She'd checked on it when she came back, just to make sure that John had taken care of it properly, but she hadn't actually ridden it since the first part of the summer. The weather was so nice out today, she decided that she could go for a quick ride and then go be social.

Molly entered the garage and tossed her riding jacket onto one of the benches before hunkering down next to her bike to give it a thorough going over before heading out.

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

It had been a while since Cassandra had climbed a building. She didn't feel as if she needed to keep in practice, that life was behind her after all. But tonight she realized that she was actually missing it. There was something relaxing about scaling buildings.

So she waited until most of the lights had gone out in the windows, no need to startle people after all, and began at the bottom working her way toward the roof.

[open. Feel free to mod Cassandra coming by your window or something...]

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Deciding that it had been too long since she'd practiced, Inara wandered down to the salle, in the hopes that they had a fencing foil or something similar that she could work with. When she picked up the foil, though, she found it too light for her. She eventually settled on an épée, finding it more like what she was used to. Once she had its weight settled comfortably and familiarly in her hand, she started running through a series of lunges.

She didn't have protective equipment on, but that would change if someone showed up and wanted to spar.

savedfornow.livejournal.com

Claire woke early by default, even after a long party, but she was thoughtful enough to quit her room as soon as she did, leaving the roomie to sleep.

Still in pyjamas and a big fluffy dressing gown, she curled up on the couch with cereal and chocolate milk, and switched the TV on to AMSF

It was the recent one with the really bad theme tune,but Claire wasn't that fussy.

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

After a ~~deliciously sugary~~ breakfast, Cassandra made her way up to the roof. The party last night had interrupted her regular training schedule, and she needed to stay in shape.

The roof was still littered with the aftermath of the party: glitter, cups, food, a single shoe, all the sorts of things a party leaves behind. Which was good, really. It would make things more challenging.

Cassandra went through a quick series of stretches before working her way across the roof in a series of flips, cartwheels, and handsprings. The need to avoid all the litter on the roof made things a bit more interesting.

[open]

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