Practice makes perfect (open to Xavier's)

[catlikereflexes]

Frankie was in the gym, practicing on the balance beam. After a long day of doing homework, she found that turning on some music and doing some gymnastics was a nice way to cap off the day. That, and it meant that she could put off that pesky little history essay for another hour or two.

Frankie flipped off the beam, landing perfectly on her feet. She struck a pose, taking a bow for an imaginary audience.

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[fourshelled]

D'Artagnan heard the rhythmic thump thump thump of back-flipping coming toward him but didn't turn around. He was too busy squinting, muttering, and scratching his beak-y upper lip in consternation.

He leaned to the side to see the button the young maiden pointed to. He sighed. He appreciated levers so more than power buttons. "'Twould appreciate the middle one. I need to warm up before the barrage setting."