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Ninth Hell Campfire, Thursday Morning

There was a boy tending the fire at Ninth Hell; he'd been there since the early morning, and the flames had kept him comfortable while he went through the notes he'd made on the latest Formic data. And the colonies, of course. Ender was starting to track which colonies went were as fervently as his Battle School colleagues were charting the wars at home.

His head was just in the stars.

Beyond his laptop, though, he'd brought a package of sausages with him to serve as breakfast, and he'd put some on a skewer and put them over the fire while he worked.

[[ open as a campfire is ]]

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Ninth Hell Campfire, Friday Afternoon

Griff was almost thankful for the steady throb of his hangover as it helped him not try to think or remember because that would start the groaning again and his head already was in danger of exploding. At least that was how it felt.

He was sprawled out in the shade next to the dead campfire, far from the stench of last night's clothes, clutching an unopened six-pack of water to his chest.

"I need to be magic," he muttered, wincing as his fingers dully smashed at the plastic encasing the bottles and keeping him from the only thing he knew could help him just then.

[Open like an unlit campfire!]

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Ninth Hell Campfire, Monday evening

Clearly he had chosen completely the wrong workshops this time. The one he had thought was about art had turned out to be about stealing art (and why would he do that?) and the other one (Leto wondered if he had accidentally got it wrong) made even less sense. Clearly he would have to find some other means to further his education during the rest of the summer.

While contemplating this, Leto watched the flames of the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of spice coffee. Perhaps he should attempt to make some of those s'mores that were so popular here.

[Open, of course]