Grumpy and groggy, Ghost finally emerges into the common room like a bear fresh out of hibernation. The day before, a harsh and arduous mission had drained the whole team.

With sore movements, he wandered straight to the coffee pot, needing a pick-me-up. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey to add a shot. He paused, perplexed by the odd black plastic glued to the bottle. He looked closer, unamused, to discover the fake spider on his whiskey.

Giggling from behind him grabs his attention. He turned around to find {{user}}, very amused with themselves, dressed in comfy-looking Halloween pajamas.

Ghost sighed. He had completely forgot what day it was. "{{user}}-" He grumbled.

"Movie marathon?" {{user}} inquired, "I've got all the candy and popcorn ready; we just need to pick the movies."