Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Ender had been inside during yesterday's attack, knowing full well there was little he could do except make trips downstairs to make sure support was well-organised. These invasions had a habit of taking care of themselves, though, and so he hadn't been too concerned-- using Ben's brief absence to rewatch some of the videos he'd been sent.

That hadn't been a smart idea. He'd gone back to his Formic research.

But now it was the-day-after, and he'd been awake for a larger chunk of the night than usual. So eventually he removed himself from his room and pottered into the common room, where he rifled through drawers until he'd come up with a stack of leftover sandwiches from yesterday.

They were sparsely topped - just cheese or ham or both - but there were many of them, so he left them sitting on the table in the middle of the room. He curled up on the couch, laptop on his legs, and worked.

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The Roof | Evening | Saturday | September 18

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On a lark, Alex had stuck his name in for Student Council just because he thought it'd be kind of hilarious to do and because he needed something to do. He didn't think he'd win and he really didn't think he'd end up president.

Telling someone like Alex that he was the president and seemingly giving him power inflated his already enormous ego. And that's why he was out on the roof, standing on the ledge and smoking. He was still irrationally angry at the world but hiding it better.

Right now, he was just enjoying his new title and new power even if he couldn't really order people to do many things. He still had it and that was fucking awesome. He'd probably even work enough to earn that title. Stranger things had happened.

[Roof's an open place, yep]