5th Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening
Crazy Apple had done her usual long AT ride and was currently sitting on the couch of the common room with her feet curled up under her, eyes intently focused on the television. Her hair was still disheveled and windblown from being outside, but she didn't seem to notice.
It would probably surprise absolutely no one that the screen in front of her was video of some sort of AirTrek competition. But there were none of the acrobatic jumps and flips that Ringo usually favored. Instead, the video was clearly shot from inside some poorly lit indoor space. The only thing that was clearly visible was an area in the center that was lit by some sort of only-sort-of-still-working-right industrial lighting that flickered out every so often. And under that light were a pair of men wearing ATs who were beating the crap out of each other.
The sound was off, and the whole video felt oddly slow, probably because Crazy Apple was running it at one-fourth speed so that she could catch some of the more subtle movements despite the mediocre quality of the video. Neither of the two combatants were in her league, but that didn't mean there wasn't stuff she could learn. Like the way the one of the left shifted his weight before retreating. She was willing to bet that quite a few other people had that same sort of tell.
There was a bowl of popcorn sitting next to her on the couch, but she hadn't touched it since she'd sat down. She was far too engrossed for that.
[ooc: Open if you like!]
It would probably surprise absolutely no one that the screen in front of her was video of some sort of AirTrek competition. But there were none of the acrobatic jumps and flips that Ringo usually favored. Instead, the video was clearly shot from inside some poorly lit indoor space. The only thing that was clearly visible was an area in the center that was lit by some sort of only-sort-of-still-working-right industrial lighting that flickered out every so often. And under that light were a pair of men wearing ATs who were beating the crap out of each other.
The sound was off, and the whole video felt oddly slow, probably because Crazy Apple was running it at one-fourth speed so that she could catch some of the more subtle movements despite the mediocre quality of the video. Neither of the two combatants were in her league, but that didn't mean there wasn't stuff she could learn. Like the way the one of the left shifted his weight before retreating. She was willing to bet that quite a few other people had that same sort of tell.
There was a bowl of popcorn sitting next to her on the couch, but she hadn't touched it since she'd sat down. She was far too engrossed for that.
[ooc: Open if you like!]