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]

"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.