When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you. [OPEN]

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

It was the second time in seemingly as many days (it was unclear how long he’d been gone) that Ender had been spit out of an organic structure.  Shakily, using the wall for support, he raises himself to a standing position and tries to regain his bearings. He is back on the ship. Clearly having gone to the city for rest had not saved him from being taken in for “study”. Why the voice had kept promising him cake was beyond him. He hadn’t had cake since his sixth birthday, and Peter hadn’t let him enjoy that one anyway. If his /greater purpose/ is to be a guinea pig for further mind games... It had thanked him(the voice, not the cake) and let him go. It also specified that there was a cake shortage.

He walks apprehensively down the hall, tense and alert, for fear of being borrowed for another experiment.

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[potentialmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Nope, just Rufus that I know of. Well, there was that chimp, but I'm nto sure he counts cuz of the whole being a mystical beast of destruction thing."

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

Though the mention of mystical beasts of destruction left Ender rather nonplussed, he decides he doesn't necessarily want to know.

"The closest animals come to speech where I come from is mimicking...and that's rare. How long have you been on the ship?" He inquires.

[potentialmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Uh, since right about when the whole Yeerk invasion thingy was winding down."

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like we were the lucky ones to arrive once that had been cleared off. What do you do here?"

He has an idea of what the adults spend their time doing, but it would help him to assess what he himself would be expected to do as a regular fifteen year-old. He reminds himself that it's best not to assume anything. After all, he has never actually met a regular fifteen year so he would be hard-pressed to guess at the blond boy's status as such...particularly not if he owned a talking rodent.