Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

After classes ended, Ender decided to spend some time out in the common room. He was hungry, so he'd fished out some yogurth and made himself a bowl, leaving the packaging out on the table in case he wanted more.

The television went on, and he sought out a documentary on heart functions which he watched with careful attention. Ender found his own ways to learn; he spent more time paying attention to the footage of the people milling around the operating room than to what the voice-over was saying.

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[momslilassassin]

Ben poked his head into the common room. "I was just coming to look for you," he said, sounding pleased.

[endsthegame]

"And you found me," Ender said, setting his yogurt down on the table. He wondered what this was about.

[momslilassassin]

"I'm heading home on Friday afternoon for a mission," Ben said, leaning against a sofa. "I'm not sure how long it might take me."

[endsthegame]

"It's a mission," he said, "It'll take about as long as it has to. Unless you're sloppy." Ender leveled his chin at Ben, patiently waiting to see if he'd give up more information.

[momslilassassin]

"I won't be sloppy," Ben said. "Granddad's already in enough of a mood. I don't want to hear a lecture about how in his day Padawans didn't get prosthetic limbs until they were 16 or something."

[endsthegame]

"You could lose a leg at fifteen just to spite him," he said, "but I'm not sure how far that would get you."

[momslilassassin]

"Yeah, it seems like a lot just to show him that he's not the poss of me."

[endsthegame]

"Probably a better way," Ender echoed, then grew more serious. "What's the mission?"

Anything you can tell me, was the idea. He had no doubt Ben would be sketchy on a few things.

[momslilassassin]

Ben shrugged a little as he sat down. "Dad doesn't trust the comm getting this far without being tapped into," he said. "I'm lucky I got coordinates to where to meet him."

[endsthegame]

"Yeah. It might've been better for secrecy if he just told you to go swimming in space." He cracked a little smile, but his mind was lingering on a few of the details Ben had let him in on over the months.

Jacen. That much was an easy guess.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was actually wandering floor to floor cataloging tea selections. She had a good reason.

"Hey, Ender," she said absently as she made her way to the second floor.

[endsthegame]

"Hey, Triela," Ender echoed, looking away from his documentary for a minute.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"What are you watching?" she called over her shoulder as she started going through cabinets.

[momslilassassin]

Ben flashed him a smile. "That would've been different, for sure," he said. "I'm guessing it's not just a long weekend so I can pick out my lightsaber crystal."

[endsthegame]

"Medical documentary," he said, "They're fixing one of the heart walls."

[endsthegame]

"That sounds likely," Ender replied. "Do you think he's caught on about Alema?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Triela commented distractedly as she pulled out a box and examined it. "Must be interesting."

[endsthegame]

"It's pretty educational," Ender agreed, swallowing down another spoonful of yogurt. "Looking for anything in particular?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Tea. I'm trying to figure out what's stashed where." She waved a box. "I didn't even know anyone drank this stuff."

[endsthegame]

"There's probably some kind of alien around here who needs that to clear out their systems," he said, wryly, and thought of Worf and his prune juice. "Is there any darjeeling?"

[momslilassassin]

"That she's dead, you mean?" Ben asked.

He might have forgotten to pass that along. Oops.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I saw a box." She rummaged around before pulling said box free. "Did you want some?"

[endsthegame]

"That it wasn't her," he said, idly watching Ben.

Other him.

[endsthegame]

Ender got up off the couch and walked towards her. "I was getting a little thirsty," he said.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Where do you keep the kettle on this floor?" Triela asked a bit crossly as she looked around.