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Another long day of sorting out arguments and soothing flared tempers, playing translator, writing up reports and transmitting them back to the Council, and all the dozens of little yellow-tape things -- all of that was done, thankfully, and Tahiri finally had a chance to get some alone time.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the work; it was rewarding, if occasionally tedious, and out of all the post-war rebuilding efforts in the galaxy this was the one she was best suited to, so she wouldn't complain. It was just tiring in a way she wasn't used to.

She retreated into the jungle, toward a quiet spot near her cliff-built dwelling but sufficiently secluded from any passers-by who might have a reflexive bad reaction to technology (they were still working on the "abomination" thing, and it would be a long process), and pulled out her datapad to page through some of the HoloNet news.

From there, she patched into the Fandom alumni network, managed to pick up on some television broadcasts, and . . .

"Sithspit, is that Hope Solo dancing!?"

Not a surprise at all that ten minutes later she was patching her comlink through the network to use up her twelve votes for the week, right? It was sort of like supporting family! If you squinted, while hanging upside down in zero-G, and . . .

Oh, who was around to comment on it, anyway?

[OOC: I HAD TO, OKAY. I HAD TO. But open if you want, hee.]

Date: 2011-09-20 02:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
Ender hadn't checked in on Tahiri's progress on Zonama Sekot for a while, though he'd been planning to. Now, just back from work (and clearing some minivan stuff with Warren) seemed like as good a time as any.

Hence, he was calling.

Date: 2011-09-20 03:46 am (UTC)
endsthegame: (in the background)
From: [personal profile] endsthegame
If Tahiri thought she was hearing amusement in Ender's voice, she was... probably entirely correct, as he returned a, "Hello, Jedi Veila. Debrief me on your progress?"

Hey, he spoke fluent military.

Date: 2011-09-20 04:15 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"The volcano has cooled down," Ender reported, not being all that attached to the jargon to begin with. "It won't be murdering us in our sleep this week."

[[ omg, mine too. *kicks them* ]]

Date: 2011-09-20 03:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"You say that now, but I know Jedi," Ender said, a little fondly. "Give you too long a quiet period, and you'll stir up the trouble by yourselves. But yes, it's cooled down - we even had a downright quiet weekend just now."

Date: 2011-09-20 03:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"No one's run off screaming yet," Ender said, "Which is a win as far as I'm concerned." He glanced up at the ceiling of Room 204, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Good trouble, or bad trouble?" he asked.

Date: 2011-09-20 05:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"And every new civilisation has to have growing pains," Ender said, with a little smile. "You sound hopeful."

Date: 2011-09-20 07:12 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"Hope is very practical," Ender said, "Without it, lying down and doing nothing becomes not just an option, but a self-fulfilling prophecy, I think."

He sat back in his chair. "Does that mean you're happy with the way things are going?"

Date: 2011-09-20 09:09 pm (UTC)
endsthegame: (in the light)
From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"I'm glad to hear it," Ender said, honestly. "Even knowing terribly little about holocrons."

That last bit was a joke. "It's a good thing to put your shoulder to, though." Part of him was almost envious, in its own way. Humanity wouldn't let the Formics just run off on their own planet and let them help him, not right now. No redemption so straightforward.
Edited Date: 2011-09-20 09:09 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-09-20 11:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
Ender raised his eyebrows - not that she could see it. "Tell me about them?"

Date: 2011-09-21 05:16 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
That... was definitely a burst of chuckles on the other end of the line.

"Jedi," Ender said, like that explained everything.

It kind of did.

"I don't suppose you have any research I could tempt you to send me." Of course he was interested.

Date: 2011-09-21 03:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"Don't go start borrowing trouble on my account," Ender said, with a little smile. "I take it that caste is looked up to."

Date: 2011-09-21 03:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
Ender digested that information. "That's going to prove to be interesting," he mused. "How are you fitting into the whole thing?"

Being what she was and what she was doing.

Date: 2011-09-21 04:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"Just as many different people screaming at you from all sides?" Ender guessed, wryly.

Date: 2011-09-21 04:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] endsthegame
"Well, I for one have nightmares about turning into a five-year-old in the middle of a two-year interstellar journey," Ender supplied, "Or, god forbid, while helping colonists set up houses or something..."

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