The Roof, Wednesday Morning

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Everything had been rocky and unsteady since Ender woke up on Monday. Finding the right balance between distance (because there had to be some thoughts bounding through Ben's head right now) and sticking around (because running off to Eros or Valdemar would not go over well) was difficult, and it frustrated him, and frustration was not the best emotion to have floating around when your roommate was an empath.

So this morning he'd found a good compromise in taking his emails and his research up to the roof, now that the weather was a little better. He sat down on the floor, pulling the laptop into his lap, and clicked around.

Jane's avatar appeared on-screen, gesturing at something. He blinked at her, then followed the line from her fingers to his inbox, and paused. Peter.

Right: he'd mailed Peter, just before the weekend.

( If you want to distract a Wiggin from his other emo, just insert siblings. )

Ender stared at his laptop for a long while. He was silent, and he didn't cry, but the weekend had been exorcised from his memory for something more important, at least for a while.

[[ open! text under the cut taken and liberally adapted in every way from Shadow of the Giant. ]]

Cheerleading Practice // The Gym // Wednesday after classes

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It look a little while for Harper to get the gym set up for practice today. She wasn't sure how it happened, but something had melted the tread on the bottom of her sneakers overnight. Without it, she kept slipping on the gym floor while trying to get Livejournal to load move tumbling mats.

But Harper was stubborn, and she refused to quit trying until she was done setting up. It might have gone faster if she had just gone barefoot.

[OOC: And since the entry has refused to load for me for the last half hour, let's go OCD-free today.]

3rd Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Around Midday]

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Chuck was probably one of a few people who wasn't still recovering from his weekend.

It'd been average and quiet for him. He hadn't been an older, and while he'd noticed a slight increase in the average age, it hadn't really bothered him, or occurred to him at the time that it might be something funky. One of the joys of being completely oblivious sometimes, obviously.

Without anything better to do, he'd had a decent lie-in this morning, rolled out of bed around noon and took himself into the common room to make breakfast... Lunch. Waffles. Which he'd so far managed not to burn or get all over the kitchen.

So long as it turned out edible, this was not an unsuccessful way to kick off his day of nothing.

[[I am bored, and this is open with the hope LJ holds out.]]