The grounds around the dorms, Friday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola hadn't gotten around to checking with Tony about smoking in the room, yet, and decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to try finding out by lighting up in there.

So she was chilling outside, taking her time working through a cigarette, and staring off into space.

What? Fun didn't always have to mean active, right?

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The Pool, Friday Evening

[endsthegame]

It had been a couple of months, and Earth still made him uncomfortable.

Not for the first time, Ender had retreated, his back like a raft on the surface of the water. His eyes weren't closed. He was watching the ceiling, watching one spider crawl across that particular surface, not-watching the skunk that had draped itself (himself? Herself?) over the diving board some time into his presence here.

He was tired of thinking, but he also knew he wasn't going to stop, and so spinning around in circles about it wasn't going to help him. It would have to be like the Battle Room, way back when: still drifting idle paths from one side of the pool to the other.

You could almost mistake it for being content.

[ open like a pool, kids ]

Third floor common room, Friday morning

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Jan was hungry. Yes, there was grass downstairs, but what he really wanted was some more of those delicious, delicious oats.

He could get the cupboards open with his teeth, but his horn made it difficult to poke through them. This was how he managed to knock a bag of flour, which bounced off his head and onto his withers, even as he tried to duck out of the way.

It didn't do a lot of damage, but it did leave him with a white stripe from his ears to the base of his tail. Normally, this wouldn't be anything but irritating. Today...

"Bewdiful," came the slurred voice. Jan looked down to see a striped rat with a puffy tail staring up at him out of unfocussed eyes. "Loves you. Niscehst, nischest girl I've ever seen."

It grabbed Jan's hoof and started kissing it while Jan stared in utter horror. "Kindly let go of me," he muttered, knowing it would be wrong to kick the thing out a window when it could talk, and not sure how to extricate himself without hurting it.

"Nah, nah, nah I loves you." It was slobbering on his foot and it stunk (like a brewery, not that Jan knew it). "You 'n me, gonna make bewdiful music together."

"Help?" Jan ventured, entirely at a loss.