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As always, I do not own the Divergent series, it's characters, or world. All rights to them belong to Veronica Roth and her publishers. Enjoy!

XOXO, Libby

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The Dauntless love to party, and when they party they usually play games like Candor or Dauntless, a truth-or-dare game that allows them to show off their bravery by doing dares, answering tough questions, or getting naked in front of each other. I played a few times during initiation, but there are so many restrictions on the initiates that it stayed pretty tame.

Now that we are full-fledged Dauntless members, Zeke wants to get together for a no-holds-barred game. He has invited his girlfriend, Shauna, as well as his brother, Uriah, and a bunch of friends to come over and play. I think Tobias will be there; he and Zeke are good friends. Marlene, Uriah's crush, will be there, as will her best friend, Lynn. My fellow transfer friends, Christina and Will, got invited too.

Candor or Dauntless is fun, but why are those the only two factions you can choose? When I run into Zeke in the Pit, buying snacks and the supplies for a few choice dares, I decide to ask him about it.

"Hey Zeke," I say.

"Oh, hey Tris," he replies. "You're coming to the party tonight, right?"

"Of course."

"Good," he says, then winks at me as he continues. "Your 'special friend' Four is going to be there, you know."

Zeke knows that Tobias and I are kind of seeing each other. We haven't told many people, but he and Zeke are close like me and Christina. I think Zeke, Christina, and Will are the only ones who know. Unless Zeke told Shauna. He probably did. I doubt Zeke can keep secrets very well.

"Hey Zeke?" I begin in a questioning tone, "Why is the game just Candor and Dauntless? Why can't players pick the other factions?"

Zeke considers this for a minute.

"I don't know. I've never thought about that. What would you have to do if you picked the other factions?"

"Abnegation is obvious," I say. "You would have to do an act of kindness or service for another person."

"Like a backrub, or laundry?" he asks. I nod. "That could be a really great addition! What about the other factions?"

"Well, for Erudite, I guess you could have to answer an intellectual question, like something from school."

Zeke looks less enthused about this idea.

"It sounds kind of boring," he says. "Who would come up with those questions, and how would we know if they were right?"

I think about that for a minute.

"I guess we could prepare those questions ahead of time and the person asking could pull a paper out of a bucket that had both the question and the answer on it."

"That would work," says Zeke, warming to the idea but still not looking super enthusiastic.

"Amity would be the hard one," I say, "but I guess we could have them do something artistic or affectionate, like the dares where we have to propose to random people in the Pit or sing something."

Zeke is grinning again. I think he likes my idea.

"You prepare the Erudite questions and we'll spring it on everyone tonight."

Zeke looks positively inspired by this new dimension to his favorite game. We part ways and I go back to my new apartment to call Caleb. I may have an aptitude for Erudite, but I have a feeling I'll need his help.

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XOXOXOXO

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With the Erudite questions and answers prepared and neatly written on half sheets of paper, I dig around my bare bones apartment for something that can hold the questions. I find a large plastic bowl in the kitchen and throw in the questions, giving them a quick stir with my hands.

Caleb and I came up with some good questions. For the most part, we stuck to knowledge that bumps up against the Dauntless way of life – questions about guns, fighting techniques, and things like that. It reminds me of when Tobias and I talked about being more than just one thing. The Dauntless downplay the importance of knowledge, but it takes a lot of mental know-how to maintain weapons, plan battles, care for the many injuries that pass through our infirmary, and run our surveillance and simulation programs.

I turn my attention to my wardrobe. Normally Christina dresses me for parties, but today was her first day at her new job. She'll be managing one of the clothing stores in the Pit. They're mostly staffed by teenagers who haven't gone through initiation yet, but the store managers are older. Chris will be one of three managers at the store, and next year she'll have time off from that job to train initiates with Lauren and Tobias. Eric decided that he is too important to waste his time on initiates, so they had to add another trainer.

I chose the job of faction ambassador in training, and my job doesn't start until next week, so I have had time to do some shopping and get moved into my new apartment. It's not much, but unlike Zeke and Tobias, my apartment has an actual bedroom with a door. It's a small perk of my leadership role. When I'm no longer in training I can have an apartment near the other leaders. Those apartments have two bedrooms, but they also come with Eric for a neighbor, so I'm not in a hurry to move again. Besides, what would I do with a second bedroom? My possessions currently consist of a duffle bag full of clothes, and the bed and used table set that came with my apartment.

Left to myself to get dressed, I decide right away that I'm wearing comfortable shoes. Christina has beautiful taste, but the shoes she picks make me walk like a baby deer. I plan on doing dares tonight, so I'd like to be able to walk. I choose my black combat boots even though I know she will give me a disapproving look.

I end up wearing a pretty but fairly conservative black lace bralette with matching black lace boy shorts. I layer on a pair of black and dark grey leggings with a pretty scroll design on them, and a pair of shorts and fitted camisole that won't be visible under my other clothes. It's sneaky, but it will buy me a couple more questions. On top I wear a black cotton dress with short sleeves and a deep v neckline that shows off my raven tattoos. I add my black leather jacket. The jacket is the most expensive thing I have ever bought, but I love it. It fits like it was made for me, and the black leather, silver zipper, and banded collar make me look tough. Well, it makes me feel tough; I'm not sure my tiny body will ever look tough, no matter how toned and muscular I become.

I straighten my long, blonde hair and put an elastic on my wrist in case I get sick of it in my face or need it out of the way for a dare. I add a touch of black eyeliner and some lip gloss. I'm not as dolled up as Christina would make me, but I'm happy with how I look. I grab the bowl of Erudite questions and hurry to Zeke's. I promised to be early so we could spring the surprise twist on our friends.