Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening

[hotceltogoth]

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

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[icecoldfrost]

"What are you talking about?" Emma asked, padding out on to the porch barefoot. "I bring home merchandise from the store, not from a Halloween catalog..."

Right then.

"Those are disgustingly creepy."

[hotceltogoth]

"And yet," Ronan replied, "somehow also awesome."

He tilted his head a bit, considering them. "It's the wrong time of year for an invasion, isn't it? I wonder if we're the only ones who have them. I don't see any more on the street."

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't care, make the ones facing this way to stop staring," Emma complained. "I don't want pervy gnome zombies watching me sleep tonight."

[itsjustlanguage]

The problem with living on campus at the University of the Amazon was bugs thrived in the tropical climate. Hoshi never liked bugs, so when a new exotic critter started swarming her dormitory, she started checking Portalocity for travel deals.

And that's why she sent a quick text to Ronan:

I might need a place to crash for a while. You wouldn't happen to have a spare bed for a couple of days, would you?