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bound2blade.livejournal.com

There was a possible threat of rain in the air, but Setsuna didn't mind. The clouds were heavy, but some sun was breaking through, and she knew that with her new powers, even the strongest storm would not dull her senses. In fact, she almost hoped that some thunder would start; she might then be able to test her control of her techniques to manipulate the lightening.

For now, though, she was lying, stomach down, on the roof, her wings stretching out luxeriously behind her, so happy that she had barely kept them contained all week, with her feet kicking idly in the air. She was writing in a notebook. The Japanese characters flowed from her easily and quickly; her mind was positively abuzz with ideas. More often than not, they were ways in which to show her superiority over all these humans in the next few days.

Ohhh, it should be quite interesting indeed.

[[ open, if'n you want to dare to tempt the demon ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna was feeling a little shocked, but mostly confused, by a rather...positive response to using a sniper rifle in class today. She felt like she was betraying her roots and knew that the only way to make up for it would be a seriously hardcore session in the salle with her nodachi.

Although, really, that was what she planned on doing today, anyway...

[[ of course the salle is open, silly. :) ]]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Up early, Isabel wandered out to the common room for coffee and quality morning TV. At the moment that meant watching whatever was on for Shark Week.

[open like a common room]

Current Mood: calm

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that Setsuna was working in the salle this morning. The sign, though, on the door, however, might have caught a few off guard.

Enter with Caution.
Potentially Dangerous Techniques being Practised.

By potentially dangerous, Setsuna was referring to the wind attacks she was executing, often sending the pile of rocks she used to practise on flying and keeping up with her speed, her quickness, to take care of them before they hit anything, either through more Shinmei Ryuu or the sheer force of her chi paired with Yuunagi's steel. This was no light forms, that was for sure.

[[ open of course. Watch for falling rocks! ]]

notawitch.livejournal.com

The good news was that Will had picked up a new CD, with an upbeat sound that would be good for dancing to.

The bad news was that the stereo had broken after she'd put it in the common room's CD player, so she couldn't get the disk out, nor could she get it to stop repeating the same 47 minutes of music over and over. Will wondered to herself if she'd get in trouble for breaking open the stereo to get her disk back. Or if she'd ever want to listen to it again after this.

The common room was open, but noisy.

(OOC: ~~I have to run off for a bit to celebrate my little brother's birthday, but the room is still open, and I will be back later.~~ Back.)

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: "It's Hard to Say 'I Do' When I Don't", Fall Out Boy

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Realizing he hadn't gotten any training in since he'd been sick, Adam trekked down to the gym, intent on exercising.

After stretching to make sure he wasn't going to hurt himself accidentally, Adam grabbed a practice staff off of the rack. He started moving through routines, his movements flawless. Must be all that training.

[OOC: Open!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was bored, and in a particularly lazy mood.

Which was why there was a lethargic Aravis lounging on one of the couches, a sleeping rat on her stomach and a puppy at her feet (when he wasn't scampering around and nosing at things in the room.)

She idly flipped through the channels, slowly polishing off the last of her candy stash.

[zomg, bored and awake all night. open!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Mostly to take some of the attention off the pain behind her shoulder blades, Setsuna headed toward the salle. She got Yuunagi out of the weapon's locker and got out the materials for cleaning her. The actions were not only very important to the maintenance of the blade, but she found them relaxing, therapeutic, meditative. And when she was finished, she would then practise, the cleansing allowing her to have a new surge of life to the steel....She liked times such as this, when she didn't have to worry about anything else, when all it was was her and her sword...

[[ salle's open for all your salle neeeeeds. ]]

the_merriest

Rikku was chilling out in the third floor common room, in her PJs and with some of her birthday gifts in tow.

Hey, Hamlet had gotten her a candy basket, that meant he wanted her to have it, right? And some Lucas guy had brought her a whole case of some neat-tasting stuff to wash it down with.

She couldn't think of a better way to zap out her emo than to get hopped up on candy and whatever this Jolt stuff was and watch some movies.

(VERY OPEN. Come have candy and jolt and embrace the insanity.)

Current Mood: bouncy

girlzippo.livejournal.com

Charlie had a huge pot of water for spaghetti boiling, tomatoes and onions chopped up, garlic diced into tiny pieces, and hamburger browning.

She was sure she was forgetting something. Anyone who wanted to help her make dinner was more than welcome.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal arrived at the Salle just after lunch. Carefully setting a box of pastries down on a bench, as well as two bottles of iced tea, he spent a bit of time stretching, just as Kerowyn had taught him.

He might have spent slightly longer warming up than was strictly necessary, and he might have been watching the practice swords warily as he did so, but eventually he selected one and began carefully working through the exercises Setsuna had shown him. First with his left hand, then with his right.

[ooc: Karal is waiting for Setsuna, but totally open for anyone. I am going to bed now, but will be up to grab pings in about five hours.]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco decided to welcome all the new students in the true Fandom fashion: shock value. So there is an anteater sitting there, watching television. The remote control? Is hidden, as well Marco's clothes because he likes the first Fatal Rock ~~Die Hard~~ and doesn't like running around in underwear. There's also a bowl of popcorn, though any other food would have to be found in the kitchen.

[Open like a common room that is open.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel was in the mood to cook. After a trip to town to get supplies, she made a huge pot of taco meat, and then spent some time slicing and dicing an assortment ~~of totally moddable~~ toppings. There was even chocolate cake for dessert.

There was a CD glowing on the counter as it played some Jimmy Buffet and Isabel was quietly singing along. "Fins to the left, fins to the right and you're the only game in town..."

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Jimmy Buffet - Fins

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

It was Thursday morning. It was Karal's last day of classes. He'd woken up early, as per usual, and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea to attempt breakfast.

Karal had never cooked before. Ever. But there were eggs in the fridge, and milk, and cheese. A further rummage turned up bacon, onions and some mushrooms, and, well, a lot of other things he didn't recognise. He left those where they were.

"I think I can make an omelette from these," he told Altra, who was perched on a chair, watching him. "I am fairly certain I know what one is."

:This will end well,: the 'cat drawled, shaking his head.

"No, I am sure I know what it is. Eggs and other things, all cooked up together." He surveyed the ingredients and nodded firmly, pulling out a frying pan. "It cannot be that difficult."

Altra facepawed. Luckily there was coffee already brewed, which Karal did know how to make.

[ooc: open, of course!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was feeling a bit tired when he made his way into the common room. He made himself a bowl of popcorn and turned on the television, looking for nothing in particular.

Which was why he was now staring at the television in what looked to be a mix of horror and genuine surprise. Adam really didn't know what to make of what he was seeing. "Abaranger?"

Yep, the boy was stunned and now wide awake.

[OOC: So very very open!]

Current Mood: tired

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Everyone seemed to have gone on the camping trip, so John thought he'd have his own camp out in the common room. There was no tent, but there was food and a television showing the series finale of Wormhole X-Treme. He told himself this was far better than actual camping, especially after the crazy Fun Run.

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna found herself in a bit of repose (certainly not emo, thank you very much) on the roof, sitting with her body positioned toward the ocean and the many things that lie beyond it. Of course, one of the first things she did when she, Ami, and Billy returned from the rendezvous point was alert the people back at Kansai that Amagasaki was on the move again, but it still didn't settle her nerves at all that they should be willing to go this far just to get rid of her. If they were planning something and it went further beyond Tsukuyomi's little ~~girlcrush~~ quest to beat her...they must be planning something really big if they figured she was a threat while in an entirely different country still...

Thus...restlessness. And emoing...errrr, thinking on the roof.

[[ roofs. they be open. ]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After work, John set himself up with food and in the common room. He flipped through the channels before settling on the thriller The Bleating of the Bunnies. "What kind of person would wear someone's skin?" he asked the screen, shaking his head.

Obviously John hadn't read the book.

[ooc: open!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

While she was waiting for Teddy to arrive for their sword lesson, Setsuna, of course, worked through her forms with Yuunagi. To an untrained eye, her moves were impressive. That might even be the case for the trained eye. But, to Setsuna, she could tell in the small ways she was slipping up too much and should be practising more. Her work was getting slightly sloppy...

[[ Setsuna's meeting with

notthehulk but open for all your salle, non-phone-crack needs! ]]

not_in_the_book

This was getting to be a habit.

Ronan pulled the casserole dish from the oven, and set it on the counter. When he pulled off the lid, the odour of the meatballs, in their savoury, tangy, tomato sauce, escaped and filled the room -- and, if prior experience was any indication, likely the entire building. He pulled a packet of toothpicks out of his basket, setting it beside the casserole, the only kind of utensil for this kind of meal; this was definitely a 'stand, eat, and chat' evening, and there was plenty for anyone who wanted to come by. There were also crackers laid out on a tray. and some sliced peppers, to help round out the meal.

(OOC: And Ronan once again feeds the dorms. :D )

Current Mood: pleased

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco was standing in front of the television, apparently fascinated by the cooking show. Of course, this was a little hard to tell, since Marco was a llama at that moment. It was also a little hard to tell that it was Marco. The remote control was well hidden under a couch cushion. There was no food out, though.

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna had been in a rather...insanely good mood all day. Particularly insane for her, from her ~~super handwavey~~ morning training to her workshop that afternoon and her ~~super handwavey~~ after workshop afternoon training. And she was still sitting there with energy to spare. As for the source of this unbound energy that even a ridiculous amount of training hours couldn't drain (if anything, they almost seemed to have fueled her more)? Certainly nothing to do with a certain gaining of a boyfriend, an event that probably should have happened ages ago. Nope. Not at all. Just like that event had nothing to do with the fact that she was baking brownies right now. Not like brownies might have any sort of significance there, or that she was making them with Alphonse in mind for that specific reason, or anything. Nope. Not at all.

She was making a lot, though, with everyone else in mind, too, to disguise that she was making any sort of big deal out of this or anything.

And, yes, they are actually edible, thank you.

[[ open! with the warning that she's insanely hyper for a change, because...zomg finally! ]]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis could, once again, not sleep. So tonight she was curled up on the couch (where she had absolutely not fallen asleep the night before) and was watching whatever had come up on the television while sipping tea and poking at a roll of something called Rolos that she'd ~~handwavily~~ gotten earlier, along with a heap of other candies.

She would probably welcome company. And maybe share her candy. Maybe.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

There were clouds scuttling across the sky as Karal sat on the cabin steps, yawning while he considered what he'd brought outside with him.

Mug of Karsite tea? Check, and he took a long sip and sighed, the strong flavour reminding him of home.

Pot of tea and some spare mugs? Also check, sitting on the bottom step.

Butterflies swirling in his stomach? He definitely had those, summoned by the thought of attempting to learn the sword. They would be why breakfast was tea and nothing more.

Inexplicably rabbit shaped tea cosy? Yes, and Karal stared at it, snuggled over the tea pot, wondering why a rabbit?, while he drank his tea and tried not to be nervous.

[ooc: Karal is waiting to meet Setsuna, but open before hand if you like. There is tea.]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

After they ~~tried to postpone the inevitable~~ had their tea, it was time to start the lesson, so Setsuna was in the camp gym, looking over the practise swords before choosing one for herself and advising Karal to do the same.

[[ Setsuna's here for

vkandis_son when our earlier thread gets wrapped up, but the gym is open for all and any gymly needs!~ ]]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose.

He blinked, wrinkling his nose as it dissolved, then wrinkled it further as he looked down at his robes. Why was he wearing such plain ones? They were just not appropriate at all for a priest of his caliber. He was the Envoy, for Sunlord's sake, not some secretary, and marked as the favoured of Vkandis by his possession of a Firecat.

This just would not do.

He managed to find a more formal set - with not nearly enough in the way of jewels and gilt, but the best that was available - and made his dignified way to sit outside, perched on the tallest rock he could find, robes arranged with great care, where the poor, unenlightened of this place could seek out his wisdom and munificence.

[ooc: yeah...open! If you like! Please, don't hit him, even if he acts like an ass!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna was in the gym, working on her forms and attacks with the wooden practise sword.

Everyone in camp just died of surprise, to be sure. But she'd really enjoyed battling in class, and she made a note that she really should actually thank Deadpool (it felt strange having those words in such close proximity together) for the recognition he'd given her. It actually...meant a lot. And stuff...

[[ open as gyms be! ]]

stykera

It was already warm out, so Stark didn't see the need for a fire. So there was no fire and consequently no s'mores. There were, however, all the necessary ingredients for s'mores should anyone feel compelled to start a fire or to eat the marshmallows or chocolate. And there was Stark, sitting by the empty firepit and nibbling at one of the chocolate bars.

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

One workshop on explosions, one more day spent avoiding Luke and Gavin's back at the campfire. He's not hiding this time, but he's still prepared to run should anyone mention quarters or tigers or 'angels.'

After his workshop, he'd gone into town and picked up ten bars of chocolate. Yes, ten. Look, they might taste different, okay? Of course, Gavin's not thinking of chocolate plus fire equals a mess. He's too busy trying to decide which to try first.

[Oooooooooooooopen!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Too many things on her mind (first and foremost was her....discussion...arguement...whatever) with Ami, of course) had Setsuna training in the gym all morning, dual weilding practise swords as if getting lost in the actions and swings of two was somehow more powerful than just the one. Then again, with her relentless, arching, turning style, it could be fathomed that she was merely trying to create a little bubble for herself with the arches of blades that no one could penetrate for a while.

[[ open for all your gym needs ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It was late, she had both work and a workshop tomorrow (Deadpool's, no less), but Setsuna really couldn't sleep, nor did she feel like staying inside the cabin. It was almost the sort of night for a flight, but she wasn't exactly feeling up to that, either. She easily started a fire going, and took a seat, drawing up a leg to rest her chin on her knee, watching the way the flames danced around and trying not to let them remind her of places of employment turning to ash.

[[ i've been packing all day! I need a fix! Come play!! ]]

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Thanks to the magic of express shipping, Peter had a box of bagels fresh from New York City.

He set them up on a picnic table that he hauled over near his cabin's campfire so that they were available for sharing. He kept one section to the side so that his cabinmates would be sure to have some. He also put out various toppings.

That done, he took a bagel, a cup of coffee, and sat down with a Ninth Wonders comic to enjoy the morning.

[ooc: open! bagels are sharable and moddable in the flavor and topping dept]

Current Mood: hungry

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal's day had started with ~~a naked girl~~ naked people. Or his yesterday had ended with naked people. Granted, they hadn't been truly naked, but either way it had still been a bit of a shock.

So when he went into the common area to make tea and discovered the light switches and water heating device weren't working, he barely batted an eye. Gathering the largest metal pot he could find, he filled it with water and took it, the tea, and a mug outside, Altra trotting behind him.

He'd had enough experience, mornings in the Cloister when he'd woken deliberately early, that he knew how to do this. Build a fire, leave a semi-circle for the pot, and soon the water was bubbling away.

With a mug of tea, a rock to lean against, and a 'cat lying across his legs, purring loudly, it wasn't a bad morning.

[ooc: open to all! He will happily share tea!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

With no classes on Tuesday, there was nothing that he had to do. Karal was fairly certain he was never going to get used to that but, after much urging from Altra, he was making the attempt.

It was a beautiful day and he was currently sitting against a tree behind Chupacabra cabin, in riding clothes rather than his robes, holding Trenor on a long line so he could graze at the edge of the clearing.

There was a bright beam of sunlight shining on him, making him sleepy and warm, Trenor occasionally whickered happily, and he was rereading the Tale of Gregori.

Maybe having nothing to do wasn't quite so bad.

[ooc: open to anyone!]

slr-mercury.livejournal.com

Ami had a good night of no nightmares and woke up early and refreshed. She couldn't wait to tell Henry about the shack. It was totally usable!

Now she was sitting in a canvas chair, looking around at the chirping birds, and realizing that not only had she not done anything with her Little Sister, she hadn't really met any new students yet. Oops. She really needed to fix that. As soon as she could muster the energy to get up. The chair was more comfy then she had previously thought.

[open]

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

With his first two workshops moderately successful (the dog kicking question was a trick!) and the books still acting like chickens inside the cabin, Gavin's escaped to outside the cabin.

He's leaning against a log and counting stars. It's better than counting sand.

[Ooooooooooopen to all!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

After doing her morning forms and finding herself a modest breakfast, Setsuna went to locate her bokken, having remembered that it was kept not in her room but in the salle. And, once she was down there, of course, she had to practise. There was so much space, and it was nice and quiet and perfect for a good session.

"Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!" little Setsuna swung her bokken as her as she could and tumbled around and fought all sorts of invisible enemies that were nothing when faced with her mighty blade! She was going to be the best warrior in the world one day!

[[ because even a mini-Setsuna is unhealthily obsessed; open for all your salle needs! ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna set up a practise dummy and pulled out some of the practise swords for Ami, and then idly went about testing out the durability of the dummy with her own practise sword while she waited. The construction of these things fascinated her, because she was discovering that they could take a lot of punishment.

[[ setsuna's training with

slr_mercury, but open for all your salle needs! ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Usually, in the downtime before one of her students arrived, Setsuna would be working through her forms to a point where she became completely obsessed with them but, today, she was moving through them in an almost disenchanted sort of way. They were still strong, they were still good, they were just...mediocre compared to how she usually approached them. She was distracted by far too many other things to get so easily caught up.

All those random little happy sighs probably weren't helping either, and she tried to shake her head and shake them away and focus on Yuunagi, but it was quite the struggle.

[[ Setsuna here for her training session with

apocalypsesoon, but open for all your salle needs! ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

As Setsuna waited for Ami, she circled around her practise blades in a wide variety of arcs and circles with her previously injured arm. Felt so incredible to use that arm again without pain.

And, as usual when Setsuna started idly going through minor forms like that, they worked quickly into moves more extravvagant, building up until she was completely lost in her work, oblivious to almost anything else.

[[ meeting with

slr_mercury but open for all your gymly needs. ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna was sure glad that the father of her, um, son was a lot more responsible than she was because she'd been able to avoid both Teddy and Yukio successfully all day and had remained relatively without a bunch of half-Asian children clinging to her again so she could do things like this. She took up a practise sword and made a few pre-emptive swings, testing to see how this would be with her shoulder. Not easy, that's for sure, so she'd have to favour the other arm. Would be interesting. All she needed now was Ami.

She'd brought one of her Japanese copies of The Art of War for little Akira if he showed up in tow.

[[ definately open, but thread with Setsuna and Ami locked to them and perhaps Ami's kidlet, plz ]]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had gone to eat a sandwich from the fridge and almost bit into mold. So he decided that it was time for the fridge to be cleaned out and the food tested for edibility. Figuring that breakfast was something that everyone enjoyed, he started cooking. He did find some eggs but the rest of breakfast was a weird mix of leftover pizza, sandwiches, old Chinese food, garlic bread and pudding pops.

Bouncing as he worked, Blair whistled happily and munched from a container of take-out chicken.

[ooc: open! Leftover food is totally moddable! And now in the right place!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy found he liked the roof. It was harder to get snuck up on up here. He kept a sharp eye all round. He also had a pair of binoculars with which to watch those on the grounds. If his enemies met there, he'd see them.

Come be spied on from the roof, or come up and be suspected. Or come up and ignore him. Either way, open.

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Warming up a little as she waited for John, Setsuna started to wondering exactly how this might work. It sounded like a really good idea at the time she came up with it, but going over the technicalities had her doubting whether this would be effective for not.

Well, only one way to find out, really. She still had a creeping feeling that, no matter what she try to teach him, John was still going to end up as demon fodder.

[[ Set's there to meet

apocalypsesoon but the salle's definately open! ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

After giving Ami a ~~handwavey~~ call to meet her in the gym this afternoon for a session if she was available, Setsuna stretched a little bit and then took up a practise blade, going through a few of the forms she planned to teach her as a warm-up. After what happened last time they did this, this would definitely be...interesting, to say the least...

[[ Setsuna's here to meet

slr_mercury, but open for all your gymly needs! ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna knew she should probably get some sleep; it was late, and she had her DAMM class and work tomorrow, but she was feeling rather restless. Like there was too much in her head, but none of it would really manifest into anything real and tangible. She felt like she was in a rather odd spot in her life...she actually had a few choices in front of her and she wasn't even close to be sure how to respond to any of them...

So she sat on the roof, looking out over the island, trying to ~~emo~~ think it all out...

[[ why, yes, it's open! And, yes, it's late right now 0.o ]]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy bounced lightly on his toes as he waited for the sparring match to begin. This in no way could be a bad thing for anyone.

At all.

[[ooc: There for a certain Nordic lass and Mexican spectator, but open for gymly business.]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

After speaking with Lucifer and finally dealing with the fact that she couldn't remain away from the dormitory all night, it only seemed appropriate for Setsuna to fly back, settling on the roof. She...was there, she didn't necissarily have to go in quite yet and, besides, she knew once she got to her room to lie down in her bed and sleep, all she'd be able to think about would be this morning with Ami. So she found a place to perch and looked out over the landscape, thinking. Tomorrow was Thursday. Spar with John, and a promise to visit Ami at work. The spar would help get her mind off things; the visit...time would tell how that was, but, if she didn't show up, then she wouldn't be doing a very good job of maintaining the illusion that everything was alright and nothing had changed...

...but she was feeling that everything had changed. And this was only the very beginning.

[[ s'open, natch ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna had gotten to the gym early, nervously working through some sword form while waiting for Ami. She told herself she shouldn't be so nervous; it wasn't like she'd never trained anyone before, but she couldn't help it. The practise sword in her hands helped, though; it wouldn't be long until the time she'd given herself for personal training would pass and her newest pupil would be there.

Briefly, she entertained the idea of calling them minions, as Deadpool did with them. And then one day she'd rise up her minion army to ultimately defeat him once and for all.

But, really, what fun was that? If there was going to be a defeating of Deadpool, she'd want it done by her own hands.

[[ Gym is open! Setsuna's there to meet ~~girlcrush~~ Ami, but you're welcome to talk to her before their training session, too. Posted early because work is lame ]]

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