The Park, Wednesday Morning

[battlewithstyle]

It was quite the sight, really. Mitsutada stood in the grass dressed in his suit and armor, a wooden training bokken in his hands, going through the motions and forms of his own particular fighting style. The emphasis was, as always, on the style and less on the fighting. He wasn't quite working up a sweat, because that would be unsightly. Mitsutada was absolutely doing this to look cool in public, and he would gladly admit that fact.

His own sword lay at his hip, still sheathed. He didn't quite want to look like a madman swinging an actual sword in public, after all.

[ooc: Open place, open post!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

Teaching Peridot songs yesterday had been inspiring, and Breq planned to spend the day looking for new ones, if the shop cooperated.

It did. Perhaps it wanted Breq to be able to spread the joy of singing, because the stereo happily played whatever songs she selected, throwing in a few extra ones. Breq decided to see those as suggestions. At the end of the shift she had added a few songs to her already extensive collection, leaving her with material to last for the rest of the week and longer.

She had to ask Jono if she could borrow an acoustic guitar. As she was getting the hang of playing the base, she might be able to figure out simple chords,

[Open!]