Hey, everyone, so obviously I haven't exactly been around much for, oh, the last month, and I've missed two of Ronan's classes now, too. There's a bunch of stuff going on right now that I'm just not in a position to keep playing, so I'm going to have to drop out of the game again ( Read more... )

Ronan dropped a basket -- with light finger foods, mostly fruit and vegetables; a half-dozen bottles of water; and a half-dozen bottles of Gatorade -- on the beach, rolling out his shoulders.

"So," he said, grinning at his sparring partner, "winner gets first choice of food?"

[For the one, and for SP.]

Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

[For the housemates! Or anyone else who wants to call/ ( Read more... )

One advantage to Emma being a telepath was that, on their way home, both Jack and Ronan were able to call ahead and suggest the... arrangement... they'd discussed at the Devil's Nest.

Really, Ronan was surprised ( they hadn't done this already. )

So it wouldn't be a movie night without snacks. Which was why Ronan was coming into the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn (tossed in butter with just the right amount of sea salt and a little cayenne pepper and cumin) in one hand, a couple of bottles of Guinness Foreign Extra in the other or enough for Jack and/or Emma if they are joining in ( Read more... )

After hearing from Kaidan about the room, Ronan had gone on a little bit of a cleaning spree -- not that the house was messy by any means, but there was always more to do when setting up for a new tenant/roommate/person-thing -- before starting in on the cooking spree ( Read more... )

Ronan finished twisting in the porch's new red lightbulb -- like he could resist, seriously -- while chattering away on the phone with Dairine (and by extension Spot) on potential ways to rewire the doorbell to play El Tango de Roxanne, only half of which involved any amount of wizardry ( Read more... )

Hey, everyone -- just a quick apology for my scarcity over the last little bit. Things got kind of incredibly crazy in a bunch of different ways all at once (among other things, I got sick, work has been fucked up, and I am now an uncle for the first time -- so at least it's not all bad!), but things should be back to normal now ( Read more... )

Ronan blearily wandered downstairs and towards the kitchen, flicking the on-switch on the coffee pot before collapsing onto a stool at the counter. Give him a few moments, and there'll be breakfast cooking, though.

First, coffee. All the coffee. Remind Ronan to never go on errantry again, okay? No? Fine, just give him a few days to recover first. ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )