The Roof, In the Wee Hours, Tuesday

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He couldn't sleep again. Or rather, he could: it was just that the nightmares started clawing at him again, shreds of dead bugger bodies and Bonzo's eyes. That meant the comforting routine of the roof was Ender's tonight.

He'd been there for a little while, a book hidden between the folds of his blanket. Might as well get some work in while he had the time.

[ ender is here mostly for one, but post is open, and he's available before karal in the timeline! ]

Fourth Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening [ 12/02 ].

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Since rehearsal (and therefor a good chunk of what he considered him being social) was canceled, Cal decided he'd emerge from the depths of his room yet again, but was feeling too lazy to venture beyond the common room. He flopped on the couch, dug under it for the remote control that still seemed to be there from yesterday, and turned on the TV.

To a program of a Yule Log. And Christmas music. And that was it.

"...Huh," Cal remarked, intelligently, head tilted. He got up, went to his room, and returned with a book in his hand.

It was almost kind of cozy.

[[ open of course! ]]