Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Saturday Morning

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan knew full well what day it was. In fact, he'd made sure to get up early and start cooking, just in case. Hey, if he didn't have any kids show up, he could always share the food with kids of people who had.

Anyone walking by 33 Apocalypse on Saturday morning, though, would see a new sign affixed near the front door:

Nolan Home for Wayward

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[notlostyouare]

One minute, she'd been sleeping off prom, the next... she'd been dumped rather unceremoniously (she thought) in the middle of the park.

Ugh, great. That meant she'd have to go all the way back to the dorms and, well. Silly island had a habit of getting all twisty-curvy on her sometimes.

(No, it didn't. She just had a habit of getting a little bit lost.)

So it made perfect sense that this was the door she ended up standing in front of and giving a knock.

[weealienwitch]

Trying to be a good helper, Victoria ran to answer the knock at the door.

"Bronwyn! Hi! Hi! Hi!"

[notlostyouare]

A little younger than she was used to seeing her, sure, but there was no mistaking that energetic greeting. "Hey yourself, kiddo. This your house?"

[weealienwitch]

"No silly! I live in San Francisco at the Manor. There was a portal," Victoria said in a tone that implied Bronwyn should understand about these things. "So I've visiting Uncle Ronan!"

[notlostyouare]

"Well, you never know," Bronwyn pointed out. "I could've ended up in some universe where your parents decided to live in Fandom.

[weealienwitch]

"Nope, they have to live in San Francisco. Cause that's where the demons are. And vanquishing them is Daddy's job." She only stumbled a little bit over the big word.

[notlostyouare]

"Right, right," Bron nodded. "So your Uncle Ronan's been feeding you?" He wasn't quite close enough to her parents to be Uncle Ronan to Bronwyn, but she knew him well enough to know that was more or less a given.

[weealienwitch]

"Waffles," Victoria grinned. "With tabasco and maple syrup. Want some?"

[notlostyouare]

"Like you even have to ask? Hold the tabasco, though. That's alllll yours."

[weealienwitch]

"It's yummy!" Victoria insisted, reaching for Bronwyn's hand to lead her to the kitchen. "I don't know why everyone but mommy thinks it's yucky."

[notlostyouare]

"Because alien metabolism, that's why," Bron pointed out.