Salle, 3rd Period - Lunch
Conner had spent a couple of hours the night before putting together a workout-music playlist that most decidedly did not consist of 80's training-montage songs. A lot of the stuff on it would probably cause people to quirk an eyebrow at him and go, "Why exactly do you think that's a good workout song?" What it came down to in the end was that he thought these particular songs had a good tempo and rhythm for what he wanted to do.
So he set up camp in the salle, retrieved his not-exactly-Thundermax Saber from the locker, and started to go through a few drills to the accompaniment of the music playing on his laptop, which was carefully stowed in a corner.
He was really hoping for a lack of interruption; there were more embarrassing bubblegum pop hits and boy-band singles on that playlist than he'd realized, and . . . yeah.
[OOC: Open -- while Conner may want to avoid embarrassment, what fun is that?]
So he set up camp in the salle, retrieved his not-exactly-Thundermax Saber from the locker, and started to go through a few drills to the accompaniment of the music playing on his laptop, which was carefully stowed in a corner.
He was really hoping for a lack of interruption; there were more embarrassing bubblegum pop hits and boy-band singles on that playlist than he'd realized, and . . . yeah.
[OOC: Open -- while Conner may want to avoid embarrassment, what fun is that?]