endsthegame: (is always watching)
endsthegame ([personal profile] endsthegame) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-10-08 09:12 am

1st Floor Lobby, Wednesday

There was something absolutely ridiculous about doing this. Ender found, to only his slight surprise, that he didn't mind it-- maybe even liked it. He arrived in the lobby early enough and set up the ticket booth, leaving the ballots where people could see them.

[ buy your tickets here, kids! ]

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned had seen this booth yesterday but had bypassed it out of sheer nervousness. He was back today though. "Um, we buy tickets here?"

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can I have two?" Ned asked, digging into his pocket for his wallet. "Just two."

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Language is weird," he said and taking the tickets and passing off some cash. "Some words have eighty different meanings and some of those meanings are the complete opposite of what the word should mean. I find it better to be careful."

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're telling me," he said and winced. "Thanks for the tickets. Now, let's just hope I don't lose them or my dogs doesn't eat them."

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Voting, right," he said, vaguely remembering seeing those yesterday too. "At least I know some people and I don't have to leave the spots blank."

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He mumbled a quiet thanks while scribbling down a few names. "Okay, there we go. Did I get everything?"

Re: Buy Tickets

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," he said, stuffing the tickets in one of his pockets before scurrying away.