33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Evening
"Dai, Nita," Ronan said, slipping his phone between ear and shoulder before reaching into the oven to pull out a casserole dish. "Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. Nah, it's not a bad time, I'm just doing some cooking. Which reminds me -- have you been talking to Annie lately? I left her a message a while ago and never heard back.
"... No, not Tom and Carl's dog." Rolling his eyes, Ronan pulled out a knife and a spatula to dish out the casserole into smaller portions. "Never mind, I'll give her a call again later. Anyway, I was originally calling about those specs I tossed your way -- the spell for Filif? Have you made any progress on it?"
Ronan dropped his knife, narrowly missing his own foot as it clattered to the floor. "... What do you mean, 'Who?'" he asked. "Nita, you're -- how the hell could you forget Filif?"
It's got to be a Fandom thing, Ronan told himself. It's got to be a Fandom thing.
"I'll call you back later. Something's coming up over here." Hanging up his phone, swearing softly to himself, Ronan picked the knife up off the floor. Taking a deep breath, he counted to ten and started trying to think of possible causes for completely forgetting two different people.
... And, for that matter, those same two people being completely absent from the Knowledge, as if they'd never existed. "What the hell is going on?"
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"... No, not Tom and Carl's dog." Rolling his eyes, Ronan pulled out a knife and a spatula to dish out the casserole into smaller portions. "Never mind, I'll give her a call again later. Anyway, I was originally calling about those specs I tossed your way -- the spell for Filif? Have you made any progress on it?"
Ronan dropped his knife, narrowly missing his own foot as it clattered to the floor. "... What do you mean, 'Who?'" he asked. "Nita, you're -- how the hell could you forget Filif?"
It's got to be a Fandom thing, Ronan told himself. It's got to be a Fandom thing.
"I'll call you back later. Something's coming up over here." Hanging up his phone, swearing softly to himself, Ronan picked the knife up off the floor. Taking a deep breath, he counted to ten and started trying to think of possible causes for completely forgetting two different people.
... And, for that matter, those same two people being completely absent from the Knowledge, as if they'd never existed. "What the hell is going on?"
[Open for visits, phone calls, etc.]