Study Hall, 11/29

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

The room is open, and Dream sits in his usual chair. He is trying to seem less intimidating. Really.

Come. Study. Learn.

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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee leans in and whispers back (as this was apparently something to whisper, not casually speak of -- not that he had told anyone), "Well, how to fly the ship, for starters, and then a bit about how her kind work -- how they have to strip a planet of its metals and their penchant for new technologies. Er..." He omits that they went to a planet where the indigenous sand monsters became so enraged by the replicator's actions that they almost were eaten alive. "And the ship had her signature on it as well which was... well, it was yours. And I have a pretty keen imagination added with what she talks about in class..." He looks down and eats another mint. "And John and I know there's something to do with a guy named Fifth..."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam would have marched right into Eighth's office to kick her if she didn't think the Replicator might take revenge by smiting the entire school, if not the planet. And if Eighth wouldn't have sent her straight to the infirmary.

"I need you not to talk about this with anyone, please, Lee? It's important."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

He laughs nervously, remembering when his father let out something classified about the Colonial Fleet and immediately ordered three more drinks to help his sons forget what he just told them.

"I haven't. Really. John and I barely discuss it anymore and I never really did talk about it to Kara..."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam smiled slightly. "Thanks, Lee. It's...really personal. I don't even like thinking about it, really."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" Lee says, sensing her unease.