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[third_wiggin]

Ender and Valentine, clasping hands as though they are clasping their only hopes in sweating fingers, thread their way determinedly towards the door. They reach it, and Ender clasps the cool knob and begins to turn it

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[timsbooks]

*Pauses, staring.*

you guys okay?

[third_wiggin]

Ender smiles at the stranger.

"Yes, thank you."

[timsbooks]

Nothign broken or injured?

*Worriedly*

[third_wiggin]

*wryly, dusting himself off*

Only my pride.

[balletrat]

Oh dear.

*Meg frowns.* Valentine, is this your brother?

You're not dead without knowing it, are you?

[empath_wiggin]

*Val looks up at Meg, smiling and shrugging a bit*

I certainly hope I'm not dead, Meg. And yes, this is my brother Ender. *She indicates the boy beside her* I just found him, but it would seem that I can't leave. The bar has made that quite clear.

[balletrat]

*Meg sighs.* The bar does that sometimes. It just decides it likes people or something. Kind of flattering, really, I would think. It's not so bad, though - I mean, there are worse places to be stuck.

*She adds politely,* Nice to meet you, Ender.

[empath_wiggin]

Well I guess I'm flattered to be liked by the bar, but I wonder -why- it likes me so much. I'm not really that important in the scheme of things.

*She looks around, a bit nervously*

This bar is a distinctly odd place.

[empath_wiggin]

*picks herself up gingerly from the floor where she landed, turning immidiately to Ender*

Ender, are you alright?

*She checks him over with a calculated eye, and a bit of panic in her voice, making sure he is in one piece*

[third_wiggin]

*He smiles at her, catching his breath, and stands.*

Of course I am.

*His face falls*

I suppose we're not getting back to the ship that easily.

[empath_wiggin]

I guess not, little brother.

*She brushes some dust off of him, chuckling a bit*

But then again, I guess worse things could have happened to us than just being blown across the room. And, well, I think you're used to being blown across rooms, if what they've told me about Battleschool is true.

*She winks at him, a bit playfully.*

[third_wiggin]

*He grins*

More like being shoved into a room and shooting my way down it. Or floating across one, if I must. But it got so I was doing mostly command work after awhile.

*sobers a bit*

How are we going to get out of here?

[sign_seeker]

*whirls to look, from where he stands near the makeshift bar*

*comes towards them*

Ender?

[third_wiggin]

*he is dishevelled, disappointed, and panting slightly, but at hearing that voice he looks up*

Will!

[sign_seeker]

Are you all right?

*casts an inquiring look at Valentine*

[third_wiggin]

I am.

This is my sister Valentine. I-- told you about her, I think. Before you were in the Dream-world.