The Pool, Friday Early Morning

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He had hoped for a quiet swim the previous day, but it hadn't been what life had planned. While the encounter with Romeo hadn't been unpleasant, Ender had still felt a faint twinge of a wish for privacy in the pool.

The morning usually granted him that much.

He dove deep under the surface of the water, propelling himself forward until he didn't, spinning instead, well-muscled limbs slicing through it with an odd sense of elegance. For a moment, he could imagine himself weightless. Far away. Somewhere close to some mythical place called home.

Then his lungs burned: time was up. He struggled to the surface, gasping for breath until he could do it again.

[ open pool, yep. ]

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Night

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Dance, shmance. Molly didn't have a date, and wasn't big on dances. Therefore, she'd surrounded herself with horribly excellent horror movies, tons of fully moddable snack food, and was lounging on one of the couches in her jammies and slippers.

Life was good, though she did wonder if anyone else would join her.


[ooc: Open to any non-dancers!]