The Pool, Thursday Noon

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Ender's form cut gracefully through the water as he pushed off, his head dipping under, submersing him in a state of near-weightlessness. He tried to focus on little more than that: the water, his movements, the steadily building muscle in his arms pressing against the friction. He was slowly starting to grow into his adult body; the soldier's musculature was starting to look less strange and out of place by the day.

He wasn't a soldier anymore, though. Or maybe he was, but in a bigger war, a different one than one just fought with fists and firepower and blood. He tried to imagine the water was red, red like the showers, but it stayed clean and he felt a little ridiculous about his own drama, his sense of self-importance.

Of course, it was Fandom - Fandom, which tried to forgive him for everything, including things it didn't understand and things it didn't want to know.

To some people here, he guessed, it was soothing. To Ender, it was just another reminder of how good he really wasn't; he reached the other end of the pool, and pushed off again.

[[ open, sure ]]

Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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It had been a busy week for Jack, and he was trying to relax by watching movies on the TV.

The relaxation part was working very well, as a few faint snores emanated from Jack after a little bit, the remote dropped on the floor, popcorn on the table next to him.

[Open like a common room! Will be leaving for work shortly until 1amEST]

roof | early evening | thursday | october 29

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Homecoming activities aside, Alex really hadn't made an effort since the break to be social. Whether that was just laziness or something else, he didn't know but he was actually out of his room on the roof tonight. Please, like he'd be anywhere else. Unless it was pouring down rain or snowing, he was going to spend time up there, smoking.

Tonight, he'd brought a book up there with him. He'd actually had the book for awhile but he'd kept it hidden and away from prying eyes for the time being. Really, he still had no intention of getting into medicine but, somehow, he'd ended up doing so in some other life. That sort of thing tended to pique a guy's curiosity.

So, he was out there reading a book on medicine. And smoking. Hey, he wasn't a doctor yet.

[roof is a roof so it's open!]