fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Monday

One of the benefits of being a demigod was that Percy wasn't showing any effects of his fight with Luke yesterday. He'd gone down to the beach and done some swimming which had taken care of the cut on the back of his shoulder and the bruises on his hand. Even if Luke had beaten him, Percy was glad that he wasn't going to show obvious signs of that which would bring questions which would mean he'd have to tell people what happened.

And he really didn't want to tell people he'd gotten beaten.

There was a bad action movie on the television that had gotten Percy's attention almost immediately. He spent so much time training and running from monsters that getting to just chill out and watch movies had become a rare thing. He was taking advantage of it while he could.

Even the action movie couldn't completely hold his attention so if it looked like Percy wasn't paying attention, he probably wasn't. His thoughts were pinballing around every so often. If some of those thoughts included his cousins, well, oh well.

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"I've never been asked to. Only the Capitol gets to fly them, and then, only special pilots," Katniss replied thoughtfully. "And I'm not really sure how they work. My district doesn't have any."

He nodded, sort of understanding. "Where's your district? Why don't you have any? I want to learn how to fly a spaceship, but I haven't ever done it. I'm in a class though!"

"I live in District Twelve," Katniss said patiently. "We don't have a lot of things there, because we're very poor. It's in the East of Panem, and the farthest from our Capitol. Do you have spaceships where you're from?"

It was a little like talking to Prim when she was particularly excited about something. This was probably why Katniss' patience with his questions hadn't failed her yet.

"Well, yes, sort of, but only astronauts can ride in them. They're just for science and exploration, not like, travel, like other people's spaceships," Bobby explained. "I'm sorry your district is poor. Are you trying to make it better?"

"Sort of," she said carefully. "I made it a little better already. Do you want to be an astronaut? Is that why you like spaceships?"

It made sense to her, anyway.

"How did you make it better?" he asked, having no idea of boundaries or tact. "I can't be an astronaut. I've got asthma. But maybe I'll be an astronomer and study the stars. I like space a lot."

"I know what asthma is!" Katniss said proudly. After the ADHD debacle, she was pleased to know that much. Granted she knew it because there were so many miners who developed lung conditions in District Twelve, but still. "I won a game, and now my district gets more food for the year. That's how it's a little better. Do you think you'll ever get to go to space, even if you're not an astronaut?"

Bobby frowned a little. "Your government doesn't sound terribly good. Everyone should have enough food no matter who wins games. It's a basic human necessity." He shrugged at the question though. "Maybe? It depends on how our civilization develops. I wanna go to space here if I can."

"I'm sure you'll get the opportunity. There are people from the stars all over the place here," she told him with a tiny smile.

"I know! It's so cool!" Bobby said excitedly. "Jack doesn't believe in it, but I think it's true. Miss Solo is teaching the spaceships class, and she said she was from space."

"Jack better learn to believe in it," Katniss commented lightly. "Or he's going to have a rather difficult time here."

"He just takes a while sometimes," Bobby explained. "He doesn't want anyone to think he's gullible."

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