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Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

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"Your loss."

Peter took a swig of his punch, then went right back to grinning, like he wasn't here because he was pretty sure Ender was the only person in the room really worth talking to.

Not that he thought so. Perish the thought.

"I'm surprised you trotted out the military ensemble," he observed. "This isn't an IF function." He figured Ender was using it to remind everybody that he wasn't like them - Peter certainly would have, if they'd let him into Battle School.

"No, but I'm here on the IF's dime," Ender said. "My rank doesn't mean much, but I'm still military. And I'm sure you've noticed so far that there are more people here who aren't ordinary civilians than there are ordinary civilians."

So looking normal was a grand way to look like an outsider; Ender knew Karla and Ben certainly treated people of 'ordinary' backgrounds differently.

Peter couldn't help but wonder if Ender was trying to throw him in with the 'ordinary civilians'. He had to resist the urge to look annoyed.

"Right, right, not a lot of ordinary folk," he drawled. "Well, I guess some people have to look privileged by comparison, right?" He made a big sweeping gesture with his arm. "At least, that's the general feeling I get."

"Some people are, from a certain point of view," Ender said, glancing at Peter. "I prefer not to think of it that way. I don't think there's anyone here who isn't worthwhile in one way or another-- playing let's-compare doesn't help anybody." He looked back at the crowd. "It's just that the social make-up of the island is different, almost lopsided, and so the pressures must follow."

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Peter snorted, and nudged Ender's shoulder with his. "Hell is other people," he said. "This isn't news."

Ender didn't respond to the shoulder bump at all, but the quote got a small chuckle out of him. "Sartre never meant that literally," he said. "And it's a good thing he didn't, because if it were true at all, then we as a species might as well give up and lie down in trenches, waiting to be mauled."

The whole conversation turned into a philosophical debate at that point - and after a while, both of them almost relaxed.

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