Shooting Range, Wednesday Afternoon

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Wesley was really starting to wonder if he should get paid for administering these lessons. Still, after class and a brief campaigning session with Quinn, he stopped by the shooting range to meet Kenzi to teach her her way around a gun.

And, as he was waiting, maybe shot at the target with more force (and deadly accuracy) than usual. This past week hadn't exactly been relaxing.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice the tiny spy camera recording his every move.

[[Wes is here for she who is mentioned, but open range, of course!]]

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

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Ender had been gone for the weekend, and since then he'd spent no small amount of time either in his room or in Tony's secret laboratory. But, he decided, it was time to stroll back into the common room and see if there was anything interesting he could catch on TV.

He suspected not, honestly. But sometimes - sometimes - there was an interesting documentary or two. Like right now-- a well-researched, thoughtfully filmed piece on the social and cultural development of early man. Because of the year they were in, some of the information would be out of date, Ender knew.

But at least it was food for thought.

He sat back and snacked idly on an apple as he watched. Speaking of food for thought - that fruit basket hadn't exactly been easy to find around here. He was starting to suspect someone had exchanged all the fruit for snack food.

[[ open! ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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Making campaign posters was hell on a girl's manicure, and Petra's nails had finally reached the chipped-up point of no return. It was time to redo them. She decided to relocate to the common room, both for more space for the fumes to dissipate in and so she could watch TV while she worked and waited for her nails to dry, and, since she couldn't decide which colors she wanted to use while she was in her room, she wound up carrying around a dozen with her, which she would be more than happy to share if anyone else wanted to get in on the nail-painting action.

She had a bottle with her name, which she thought was pretty cool, but the color was a little darker than she was feeling right now. Maybe for her toes. She finally decided on a blue foil, with silver glitter on her ring fingers just for fun, though she laughed for about five minutes straight when she remembered what those two were called.

She flipped through channels looking for something to watch before she got started. Most of the TV was weird and not what she was used to, but she was able to find a rerun of The Shills, The Corporation's wildly popular program about product placement and the teens who love it. It was the episode where Lorrie and Chad broke up and she tearfully gave him back the Frou Frou bag he'd given her when she agreed to fake marry him to promote his new beer line. Perfect.

((I own all three nail polishes mentioned, and am wearing Swimsuit..Nailed It! right now. I blame Beauty Queens 100%. Open common room is open!))