u kno what’s great abt Katie McGrath? i have no idea who she’s dating, i don’t even know if she exists outside of tv, it’s amazing. she could have three kids, two husbands and a lady mistress n i wouldn’t know shit about it. i love ha cryptid ass, she’s my unproblematic fave
it’s time to play SUPER SMASH BROS 4 on Press Buttons n Talk, it’s a pretty obscure hidden gem of a game that flew under the radar, I just hope we can introduce new fans to this series because I don’t think anyone really played it
Scully honestly cannot remember the last time she was this bored.
She’s going on night three – three! – of this ridiculous stakeout. Originally, she and Mulder were supposed to take turns on the overnight shift. But after the first night, which he’d somehow talked her into taking, Skinner had called Mulder away to Vermont, and it’s been up to her to carry on alone.
On a case she doesn’t for a second believe is actually an X-File to begin with.
She hasn’t been here around the clock, of course. Even if she could stay awake for days on end, Mulder knows better than to ask that of her. But Skinner won’t approve a second set of agents for backup, either. He called her last night, about two hours after he called Mulder away.
“Agent Scully, I apologize for pulling Agent Mulder off the stakeout. Something’s come up that I need him to look into.”
“Just Agent Mulder, sir?”
“For the moment at least, yes. But while I cannot authorize the use of an agent to replace him, I will allow you to rely on videotape for the hours you can’t personally be on-site.”
“Sir, the regulations require–”
“I’m well aware of the regulations, Agent Scully. I’m overruling them in this instance. If Mulder’s work out of state keeps him away for more than 48 hours, we will re-evaluate the situation at that time. Understood?”
She hadn’t even attempted to hide her sigh. “Yes, sir.”
She is, at least, off the hook entirely for the hours the club is closed, and video surveillance covers the rest of the time she’s not here. Of course, she’s still responsible for reviewing the footage in search of their mystery woman. So far, no sign.
She is so. Very. Incredibly. Bored.
The furnace makes a sudden, horrible groan, and she jumps at the sound. There’s a clank, followed by another, and then silence.
“Oh no. No, nono, no, no…”
It doesn’t take much examination to determine the thing is dead. No amount of cajoling, fiddling, or downright begging will get it to turn on again. Great. Because this assignment wasn’t miserable enough already.