The Gym, Monday Morning, Before Classes

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Lyta needed control. Her medication was merely taking the edge off of her migraine, and the ever-present pressure of other minds wasn't going to go away. Dragging herself out of bed, she cleaned up a bit and grabbed her yoga mat, headed for the gym. If she was lucky, it would be moderately quiet...at least quiet enough for her to get a grip.

[Open for your Monday gym-ish needs. Any interaction with Lyta will be slowplay.]