Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Ever since the broadcast on Monday showcasing Daala's brutal violent response to slave uprisings, Ender had been busy: busy writing emails, busy coordinating with his people in Ben's universe, busy privately worrying about where all of this would lead - with or without him.

But eventually he'd run out of things to do, as impossible as it had seemed at the start of the week. Somehow, that message hadn't quite reached his brain, for he still felt jittery and concerned; keeping a lid on it around Ben had just made it worse.

So in an effort to calm down, he decided to hit up the common room for breakfast today. Got two packages of microwavable pancakes out of the fridge and opened them up, using his deft microwaving skills to produce a stack - mostly in hopes of luring in someone to talk to.

Unlike certain people of his acquaintance, he didn't actually care much about the taste of his breakfast.

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Then I may need to enlist your help again at some point," he concluded. "And 'fifth floor' isn't much to go on."

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"If that's your way of asking what room I'm in, the answer is 512," she replied.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"504," Wesley replied, smiling. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"Susan Sto Helit," said Susan. "It's nice to meet you."

She actually meant that, too.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Likewise," Wesley replied amicably. The kettle whistled and he went to take it off the stove, pouring himself a mug and then one for Susan. "Earl Grey all right?" he checked.