Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

It had been a thankfully calm and uneventful week for once. Ender knew better than to hope that would continue, though he wasn't so bound by superstition that he feared acknowledging it aloud. However, not exactly being the type to talk to himself, he didn't anyway-- instead he was doing so by moving into the common room without his laptop this time.

He was going to check out if the History Channel was showing something interesting instead.

Yes. Exciting.

He had a bowl full of cereal and a glass of milk, and he was going to spend this morning doing the closest thing to relaxing he ever did. Well. Second-closest. He'd already gone through his morning exercise schedule.

...

Nerd.

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[life_inshadow]

"Mmmm," Tara said. "... which makes it sound a little like this is a sitcom where every week we all learn something and then hug, but it's true."

[endsthegame]

"Some days," Ender admitted, "I'm not so sure we don't live in a sitcom."

Well, Ender, your sheer amount of brooding alone probably lifted things up to dramedy status at any one time, but sure.

[life_inshadow]

"I can't prove we aren't," Tara said thoughtfully. "Ooh, or thoughts inside a brain in a jar. I can't prove we aren't that, either."

[endsthegame]

"Sadly, philosophy only offers so much room for empiricism," Ender acquiesced, amused. "But it is true, though-- human beings have a tendency to group together according to shared adversity, or at least the similar kind. And we've got a lot of that running around."