Salle [Monday, Morning]

[withasword]

This week was really not letting up, was it? If anything it was getting worse. Friday had been a nice distraction, and temporary solution, but that restless energy had popped back with a vengeance in no time at all. What was with that? Not that she was really complaining, because it wasn’t a horrible feeling, just... Confusing

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[wrongkindofsith]

Some time after she was done with radio, Cara stalked into the salle.

She needed to hit things with her agiels, people-shaped things. It mightn't make the sneezing or the twitchiness go away, but it would make her feel better.

[withasword]

Apparently she wasn't the only one on edge. Kate paused in her assult to check out her irate fellow salle user.

It gave her an excuse to get her breath back. For all the energy this thing was giving her, it didn't extend certain limits.

"Morning." See how she left out the 'good', that was thoughtful, right?

[wrongkindofsith]

Extremely thoughtful, Cara would be grateful if she wasn't so...this.

"Morning," she growled back as she drove her agiel into the throat of a hapless training dummy.

[withasword]

And now Kate was all kinds of appreciative of her own relative calm regarding this whole thing.

"I find cursing at them really helpful," she offered. Personally she growled at them in Russian, which limited the number of people who might actually understand her.

[wesleynotponcy]

And in wandered Wesley, flustered and hoping to stab something rather hard with his sword in order to relieve some tension, when he spotted Kate.

"Hello."

[withasword]

Kate landed a last kick then glanced over at Wesley while rolling her shoulders.

"... Hello," she couldn't remember his name, but, "guy who does reserves." She had a photographic memory for some things, and swiss cheese for others.

[wesleynotponcy]

"Wesley," he confirmed, awkwardly shifting his sword to the other hand in order to set down his coat. "And you're... Kate?"

[withasword]

"Got it in one," she confirmed, pulling one arm across her chest in a stretch. "Didn't realise I was so memorable."

Or, some people just have a better memory for names than you, Kate.

[harpy_daughter]

It was entirely possible that Surreal was looking to murder a training dummy and splatter the walls with whatever passed as its intestines as she stalked into the salle before her shift at the Magic Box. She needed to get out the twitches, and she needed to do it now, before she ended up breaking any merchandise.

She was less than thrilled by the number of people there, but it didn't stop Surreal from offering a grunt in greeting before proceeding to go hand-to-bag in an effort to cool her nerves.

[withasword]

Kate eyed her a moment. "You've not got a case of the sneezes too, have you?" She was not always wise to knowing when to stay quiet, no.

[harpy_daughter]

"'Sneezes?'" Was everyone on this island loosing their mind? Surreal shook her head. "No, just restless. Bored."

[withasword]

"And the day's only just starting." So it was bound to get... something.

"I think it's going around." This many people needing to let of steam this early? "Too much energy, no concentration."