Room 516, Tuesday Morning

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe woke up to a long string of text messages from his grandpa that he tried responding to before he ultimately got bored trying and forgot about it. He was more interested in spending his day in other ways, like laying on his stomach with his tablet on his bed, browsing through online shoe stores.

Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It was important.

He had a nicely creepy Halloween playlist playing in the background, getting him in that mood. Pumpkin spice and spooky scary songs and boot shopping, it was a whole thing.

[[door and post open!]]

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[intotheout]

Tip thought that over. "I don't know. Are any of the students from, like, the late 20th century? It seems like everyone's mostly either pre-modern or from space."

Or, you know, from around the present, like Tip and Roscoe were.