The Salle, Thursday Morning.
People had been dreaming.
This, in and of itself, was not unusual, and Emma was quite used to getting bits and pieces of other people jumbled in her head while she tried to sleep. It happened; she coped. Nightmares, emo, dirty dreams, nonsense dreams, dreams of people forced to take a cooking class or being chased by aliens in tutus. For the most part, she ignored the bleed.
This, however... this was a conspiracy designed to drive her mad. That was all there was to it.
Which was why Emma was in the salle, before she actually cut someone's head off. Her practice foil cutting the air as she brought it up to en garde and began going through her stances and parries systematically.
Warm fuzzy happy family shit. Ugh. She was going to need to wash her brain out with bleach.
[OOC: I had to. Open salle is open, SP advisory in effect.]
This, in and of itself, was not unusual, and Emma was quite used to getting bits and pieces of other people jumbled in her head while she tried to sleep. It happened; she coped. Nightmares, emo, dirty dreams, nonsense dreams, dreams of people forced to take a cooking class or being chased by aliens in tutus. For the most part, she ignored the bleed.
This, however... this was a conspiracy designed to drive her mad. That was all there was to it.
Which was why Emma was in the salle, before she actually cut someone's head off. Her practice foil cutting the air as she brought it up to en garde and began going through her stances and parries systematically.
Warm fuzzy happy family shit. Ugh. She was going to need to wash her brain out with bleach.
[OOC: I had to. Open salle is open, SP advisory in effect.]