The Deck, Thursday Morning

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Wendy had been planning on going for a morning jog, a plan soon scuttled by the rain of coloured rocks. Not so much because she had an objection to running in the odd but painless rain as that she'd rapidly gotten distracted by the effects of the rocks on her person.

Which was why she was currently standing out on the deck, doing what looked like a deranged cross between martial arts, interpretive dance, and the hokey-pokey, mostly to see what happened as various colours of rock hit her.

[Open as decks are.]