Room 201, Sunday Late Evening

[give_areason]

Rosalind could feel a yawn coming on and, in an attempt to curtail it, sipped her ice-cold water and leaned back in her chair. She should probably get up and stretch a bit-moving a little would make it easier for her to stay awake and Tseng wanted these reports by tomorrow which meant that sleep was, unfortunately, going to have to be put on hold

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[showmetheproof]

Scully came back in after some handwavey trick or treating, and settled onto her bed with a small bag of candy. The cat ears on her head were tilted a little by this point. "Things are getting weird out there, so I decided to come back," she said. "Peanut butter cup?"

[give_areason]

"... Peanut butter cup?" she echoed, nonetheless looking away from her screen. "Weird? How?"

Greetings were for other people.

[showmetheproof]

"A couple of the costumes look a little more realistic than I'm comfortable with," Scully said, tossing Rosalind a Reese's underhand. "I could be wrong. Maybe people are just drunk or something. But it seemed like a good idea to be somewhere quiet."

[give_areason]

She caught the chocolate easily and eyed it for a moment.

"I cannot argue with that," Rosalind replied, giving in to curiosity and peeling the wrapper open. "Though I cannot say they should not be loud as well."