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.

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[intotheout]

"Sometimes the fish explodes," Tip said. "But they also sing. As, like, part of the game play." It didn't make a lot of sense at all, no. "J.Lo plays it at home sometimes by himself. He uses a water balloon instead of a fish, though."

[thewrathofkaan]

"That makes it a lot less disgusting." But it did not make it make sense, no. "Just like, by himself? No opposing team?"

J.Lo sounded like a weird guy.

[intotheout]

"Yeah. You know, tossing the balloon in the air and running around and narrating like he's in a full game. I've seen people do that, too." She shrugged. "He gets bored sometimes."

Now she was thinking about him getting super bored and lonely back home without her, so she changed the subject.

"I see you're running for student council."

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe shrugged. "Yeah, I thought it'd be fun. I like planning events and stuff. And it could be a good way to meet people."

His fairly casual interest in the position made the amount of money he'd spent on campaign materials yesterday pretty horrific, but Roscoe was all about buying fleeting entertainment.

"Plus I'll get to see where the student council stashes their glitter, which could be useful for arts and crafts and makeup projects, you know."

[intotheout]

Yeah, Tip's eyes widened fractionally at how casually he'd apparently spent that cash. She and her mom weren't exactly hurting anymore, but eleven years of frugality was a hard habit to break.

"I signed up, too. There's only three freshman, like, total, though, so I didn't think I'd worry about campaigning for it."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Really? Only three?" Roscoe grinned. "Yeah, I think you've probably got it in the bag. Although I think you could still compete even if there were four."

Actually, he thought Tip stood a fighting chance against any number of competitors, but he was just going to joke about it instead.

[intotheout]

"I could totally compete," Tip said, full of false bravado. At her old school she could absolutely not have competed. She dealt with this there by deciding not to care. "But if there were more than four, I might have to try."

[thewrathofkaan]

"I think the whole 'cool-headed in the face of an alien invasion' thing might win you some points, though," Roscoe pointed out. "And you could definitely take better campaign photos than anyone else. What are the chances anyone else on this campus even owns a real camera?"

[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.