Room 317, Thursday Afternoon

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Quinn had paid a rickshaw driver to tote most of her stuff to her car, so she just had her purse and a box of things too precious to trust to anybody else as she went through her room for a final check.

She couldn't get over the strangeness of it all. She'd come as a popularity-obsessed 16-year-old cheerleader with a straight A record and a doofy

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[endsthegame]

Ender hadn't talked to Quinn since... well, that insane weekend she had gotten so shaken up about.

But she had been a friend of his brother's, and considering that one, mad bit of history, he somehow felt inclined to at least say hello before she went.

He knocked on the open door, not wanting to enter without warning.

[endsthegame]

"I'm from a while into Earth's future," Ender said, figuring she could use the extra context. "We've started colonizing new planets very recently. I'm shipping out to one - I just have to wait until the ship is ready to go."

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Quinn raised her eyebrows. "Very nice. And your Peter, he hasn't gotten killed, right?"

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Ender snorted. "Not at all," he said. "He's done quite well for himself; these days he can call himself Hegemon of the large majority of the planet, barring the US."

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"So, kind of a minor success," Quinn said dryly. "That's good, though. I was actually worried by his last couple emails."

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"Peter does have a real knack for drama," Ender said dryly.

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"Maybe. It's not exactly a drama-free situation, from what he said," Quinn said. "... I say to the guy who's heading off to colonize a planet. Anyhow, uh, good luck?"

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"Thank you, but I think I'll be all right," Ender said, and offered her a nod. "Good luck to you, too - especially with this cheerleading tyrant."

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"If I can make it through the summer with her, I can make it through anything," Quinn said. "Thanks."