Room 201, Wednesday evening
Scully was typing on her computer.
Rosalind was glowering, because, of course. No opposable thumbs. Her own typing was severely curtailed by this.
The peanut-butter cup was still a source of enjoyment and strategy, though.
The door was open, and the sounds of a fox having too much fun, and a girl describing it to her ex-partner, were probably audible.
[ooc: open!]
Rosalind was glowering, because, of course. No opposable thumbs. Her own typing was severely curtailed by this.
The peanut-butter cup was still a source of enjoyment and strategy, though.
The door was open, and the sounds of a fox having too much fun, and a girl describing it to her ex-partner, were probably audible.
[ooc: open!]