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harpy-daughter.livejournal.com

There were only so many places on campus that Surreal could be found, and the salle was generally the most obvious.

Today she was a whirl of motion as she attacked the three moving remotes that she had found, hand-to-machine, refraining from using her blades or her Green so that it wouldn't be over too soon. It was possible she was even laughing with the fun she was having.

It had been too long since she'd done anything to really challenge herself, and for once, Surreal was feeling comfortable in her own skin.

[OOC: Open post, although I've been given candy and may become hyperactive...fair warning.]

harpy-daughter.livejournal.com

Look, Surreal had learned a few things from living with Miley, even if they'd never agreed on music. Ever. In any alternate universe.

How to operate a CD player was one of them, and Surreal barely fumbled with using the right buttons. What blasted out, however, was not one of her former roommate's pop songs, but something a bit more to Surreal's tastes.

Anyone who complained about her opera would probably meet the same fate as the heavy bag she was currently maiming. She liked this moo-vee! The music was excellent!

[OOC: Open salle! I AM HOME ALONE WITH CATS AND NO LAD AND HAVE TO STAY UP UNTIL MIDNIGHT. AMUSE ME PEOPLE.]

pursuedthestars

There was a ferret following Jim around. At first, he'd just thought the island was giving out pets again and he'd rolled his eyes. Then, the ferret had started talking. At that point, Jim thought maybe he'd gone on a bender he didn't remember and was still drunk.

But, the ferret hadn't gone away and he hadn't sobered up (because he hadn't ever been drunk) and Jim had eventually just chalked the talking ferret (who'd introduced himself as Aesina) to the island.

Wasn't that what Sparkle had told him the reason for most things was? Whatever, Jim and the stupid ferret were now out on the deck because it apparently hurt like a bitch if Jim tried to get away.

"Are we here to get a tan?" Aesina asked. He was stretched out on a lounger, looking pretty comfortable.

"You've got fur, you can't get sun."

Aesina sniffed haughtily. "Says you. I'll do whatever I want."

Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head. Stupid familiar sounding ferret.

[Deck is open]

Current Mood: confused

withasword.livejournal.com

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. ]]

Current Mood: bouncy

glacial_queen

Okay...after the trip home and what she and Raven had discovered about the disappearance of the island of Zuul--pardon, Zuulaman--Karla had some very complex emotions to work through. On the one hand, she was pretty certain that whatever was going on with other people's worlds was not at all related to what happened to Zuulaman. So, that was a plus. She didn't know what she would have done if Uncle Sae--if the High Lord had somehow been responsible for Priestly and Valentine and Jak and Dujae and whoever else had gone missing. On the other hand, now she had no ideas or clues or anything else to go on. Her tangled web hadn't been particularly helpful, her dreams remained vague and unsettling, no one seemed to know what to do and her one lead had fizzled out completely.

So, yeah. Stick practice. A lot of it. Even if it didn't actually help her sort out her problems, she could practice until she was ready to drop. That should make for a few hours at least when she wasn't fretting over something she couldn't change. She threw herself into the forms Lucivar had drilled into her, moving from one to the other, faster and faster until she could get them flawless.

She was going to be here for awhile.

[Expecting one, but open!]

life_inshadow

After two years-and-counting in Fandom, all Tara had done when she woke up a boy was sigh wearily and hope it was her last time for the ritual humiliation. She didn't like dealing with boy bits, even if it was just for a weekend. But beyond that and a scrabble for clothes, it was a normal day.

Which meant that after dinner, she was about ready to be vaguely social. She printed out a recipe and started working on a batch of banana nut muffins. Baking was a comfort, even if you were stuck in the wrong body.

[OOC: Open common room.]

harpy-daughter.livejournal.com

Surreal was still feeling disjointed by this Realm, these people, and so decided to entertain herself in the best way she knew how.

Violence.

To be fair, it wasn't as if anyone around here knew how to play Cradle.

She carefully pinned the life-sized drawing that Sadi had made for her onto a practice dummy. A precise anatomically-correct painting of a male, with each of his major organs painted in (realistically, no less) for her to practice on. Daemon had made a few of them for her to practice on with her blades, going over the physiology of fighting with Surreal as she sat and watched.

Surreal called in Titian's stiletto, letting the familiar weight soothe her for a moment before she began going through her drills. Up, spin, left, stab and cut upwards under the ribs, withdraw. Again. Working on her speed and precision as her muscles memorized angles and combinations. A live partner would be even better, but this would do for now.

[Open salle is open, but may be SP depending on work.]

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