momslilassassin | Eros [Sunday afternoon, Fandom time, NFB]

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Eros [Sunday afternoon, Fandom time, NFB]

Ender had wandered off on his own for a while, which meant that Ben now had a chance to really explore Eros.

Wearing his most Earth-friendly pair of jeans and a black t-shirt (and slipping his lightsaber into his backpack just in case), Ben joined the people in the narrow hallways (careful not to bang his head on anything--half-gravity made for a really bouncy experience) and fought back the almost constant feeing of vertigo caused by the way the floors sloped downward.

He wouldn't want to spend an hour more than absolutely necessary here and he noticed a slightly green tinge on the faces of those he guessed were the most recent arrivals. But Ben loved learning about new places--even really weird ones like this--and soon he was searching for a food vendor and people to talk to.

[OOC: For the NPCs what populate Eros...]

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Carn pulled a face. "And to think, I was getting into this line of work to get away from all the meetings," he sighed.

"Don't get happy about being third now," Dink warned him, lightly. "I was just getting used to lording it over you."

"Well, they've probably stacked up since he hasn't been around to get to them," Ben said, trying to sound reassuring.

Carn snorted. "You don't have to reassure him," he said, "He turned down the governor job - probably just so he'd have an excuse to be a bother to whatever poor sod they appoint in his place. He's got no meetings and all the time in the world."

"It's not my fault you were an idiot and took the position," Dink said.

"Every colony needs a resident crank," Ben said with a grin at Dink. "They wouldn't send you guys to the same planet, would they?"

"Not likely," Carn said, sending Dink a look that was equal parts manly affection and distinct irritation. "Hyrum knows Dink would just wind up trying to overthrow one of us and completely ruin his plan for a Brave New Universe right off the bat."

"And how is dear Hyrum?" Ben asked oh-so-sweetly. "He never replies to my notes."

Not that Ben wrote any.

Carn shrugged. "Plotting?" he offered.

Dink? Dink snorted. "As always," he said. "Funnily enough, he rarely answers mine either."

"Maybe we should up our efforts to a singing telegram," Ben said. "Do they have those still?"

"I have no clue, but I think it's worth looking into," Dink announced.

Carn sighed.

"You can help us write the song," Ben told Carn helpfully. "I don't know many words that rhyme with 'Hyrum.'"

"Oh, no," Carn said, holding up his hands. "Hyrum's in charge of my appointment. I'm not pissing him off just because Dink can't find a better hobby."

"Oomo," Dink said, decisively.

"He's shooting you off to a planet he's never stepped foot on," Ben said. "I'm not sure how much good ass-kissing will do you."

"I think it's a bloody good excuse to get drunk and give Hyrum the finger," Dink added. "What's he ever done for us, anyway?"

"Made us famous?" Carn suggested, "Made us heroes?"

Dink shook his head, and shot Ben a look that read serious to god. "And how much good has that done us, exactly."

Ben waited to hear Carn's reply. His time had been spent with Ender, after all, who hadn't really gotten a lot out of the bargain.

"I didn't have it that bad in Australia," Carn retorted, after a moment.

But that wasn't the strongest argument, he knew that.

Ben's lips quirked up a bit. "Which was why you were eager to grab an opportunity to try out somewhere else?" he guessed.

Carn opened his mouth. Then shut it. Then opened again, sighing. "I trust Ender," he said, "And that's all I'm saying about it."

"I know you do," Ben said with a nod.

Dink gave them both a shrug.

"So why are you hanging around the market anyway?" he asked, after a beat. "This place is almost crazier than the rest of the planet."

Ben almost said, "So you've been Alessandra and her mom," but decided against it. "It was this or staring at the furniture in Ender's apartment."

"There are nicer places on Eros," Dink told him. "Or as nice as it gets here, anyway. Have you even seen the inside of a bar since you got here?"

"Ender drinks milk," Ben said a little dryly, "so no."

"No drinking age in space," Dink pointed out. "You should take some advantage of that. Put some hair on your chest."

"Do you even have any yet?" Carn wondered. Dink elbowed him in the side.

"Three," Ben made up. "There was a small ceremony when they showed. It was very tasteful."

Carn snickered hard. "Fine," he said, "Let's take the little pinprick to the pub."

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