Room 522, Tuesday Morning

[batwaffles]

Okay, okay, so technically they were supposed to be in the cabins now. She'd moved her stuff in! Really! But when you were out super-late running around in a caped costume, sharing living space with a bunch of other people and not so many walls became an Issue, as in "got suckered into signing up for a five-year subscription of

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[endsthegame]

It might be, yes.

Because her phone... was ringing.

Ender was lucky he had Jane, or this would wind up being a very expensive phone call...

[batwaffles]

To her credit, she didn't actually sit up and blurt out "Five more minutes!" The urge, though, was strong.

Stephanie sat up, fumbled her phone off the nightstand, and muffled a quick yawn behind her hand before picking up the call.

"Hello?"

[endsthegame]

"Stephanie?" Ender asked, "This is Ender Wiggin. Tony's friend."

[batwaffles]

"That's me," Stephanie answered, frowning a bit as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "Should I ask what he's gotten himself into this time, or is that overly optimistic?"