Room 212, Tuesday Evening

[sciclone]

Cosima couldn't quite get the feeling of the weekend out of her head, and what made it worse was that what she remembered made no sense. (And that was even after she discounted the fact that being 20 years older for a weekend wasn't scientifically possible to start with.) Biologist, sure. Happily married to a woman, awesome. But -- the sisters she remembered? Where was she gonna get those?

To distract herself from obsessing over things that probably weren't even going to happen, she turned on some electronica, loud, and went online. There had to be some new Triassic World spoilers she hadn't seen yet.

[Open door, open post!]

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[boneyard_girl]

Hopefully Cosima wasn't going to mind, then, when Ada wandered back to the room and immediately kicked off her shoes to start dancing. Not that Ada ever wore her shoes for longer than she had to, but this was even faster than usual.

"There's gotta be somewhere around here to go dancing, right?" she asked rhetorically, figuring it didn't matter if her roommate answered or not. "I mean, there's only so much ice cream a girl can eat, or books to read, before she has to find other ways to entertain herself."

[sciclone]

"I dunno," Cosima said, looking away from her computer screen with a small smile. "There are bars, right? One of them has to have dancing."

[boneyard_girl]

"Don't you have to be eighteen or twenty or something to get into bars in cities?" Ada asked, curious. "Think they'd let us in?"

[sciclone]

Cosima pursed her lips in thought. "They have to, right?" she reasoned. "This is such a tiny island that if they didn't have all-ages nights they'd go broke."