Multi-Pup // Young Wizards/High School Musical/Labyrinth // That Bar-Type Place

[mm_afterlight]

Ronan Nolan // Young WizardsIt had been a while, but Ronan smiled when he stepped through a doorway in the Crossings and ended up in an entirely different bar. "Hello, again," he said to the bar-at-large, smiling softly to himself before making his way over to Bar and ordering a pint of Guinness and a plate of curry chips with mushy peas

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[we_be_life]

We're sort of curious at the familiar-smelling food. I admit; I'm a people watcher. It's the hazard of a sorcerer, if you want to call it that; the world around us is what we eat and breathe and love down to the tips of our over-worked shoes.

And that curry smells good. Familiar. Delicious. Our stomach always seems to rumble worst for curry and if not that, then fish and chips, the greasier the better.

[not_in_the_book]

It's not Ronan if he's not noticing the hot guys. (And hot girls. And hot... what were the catboys called again?) The rumble is a little audible, too, so Ronan has to laugh as he pushes his plate a little towards the first-person-speaking man.

"Care to join me?" he asks. "I'm sure Bar would be kind enough to pull you a pint, as well, or something else if you'd prefer. My treat."

[we_be_life]

"We won't say no to that," because we wouldn't. Free food is never something to scoff at, and with a pint involved?

You'd be amazed at how badly my position pays when it comes to little things like pints and food, even if that's the only thing we really enjoy.

"I go by Swift."

Among other things. It all depended on how many people were trying to kill me, who they were, and just how many cranky answers we thought they'd be willing to tolerate before hurting us.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan gave a friendly knock on the Bar. "Another pint, love," he asked her, "and, hey, another plate of chips while you're at it? My tab, I had a good run on that last planet."

It's just a matter of moments before Bar serves up the drink and the plate. "All yours, Swift. I'm Ronan, myself. Ronan Nolan."

[tantric_slacker]

[ooc: omg omg hi.

uh.

hi.

can I tag?? >.> I know I vanished for FOREVER AND EVER.]

[not_in_the_book]

[Aahahaha of course! You are so~o not the only one who vanished. Also, my new AIM SN is in my mm_afterlight profile. ... I think. It should be, anyway.]

[tantric_slacker]

Pardon Matt.

He's just staring.

"Ronan?"

[not_in_the_book]

That? Would be Ronan staring right back. "Matt!" he exclaimed.

A quick mental check -- saving him a more obvious glance downwards -- assured him that, yes, he remembered putting on the nice black jeans that morning.

For 'nice', read 'skin-tight'.

"It's been... Powers. I don't even know how long. And who knows if time's been running the same for us?"

[tantric_slacker]

"I-- oh, my God. Good point." Matt looks a little alarmed.

He steps closer, not failing to miss the jeans but trying to retain some class.

"Uhhh. For the record. It's 2030. I am now twenty-three. I have a boring desk job and no professional ambitions. Also you might not want to ... touch me ... for a bit."

[not_in_the_book]

That. Uh. Ronan was going to blink at that for a moment.

"I'm twenty-one," he explained. "Still travelling the galaxy. And while of course I'll refrain, can I ask why?"

For Kelsi

[handwentbad]

Whenever Ash sees a piano, it takes him back. Wayy back to his youth and his old promise, and what he had always presumed would be his future. He pauses, looks at the piano as if it were an old enemy, then speaks up.

"Do you play?" It sounds odd, coming from a man as tough-looking as he is.

Re: For Kelsi

[weenommycheeks]

"No," Kelsi said, not even looking up from the keys as she worked out another phrase. Like she needed her full concentration at this point to compose. "I just write music. With a piano."

She turned a little and offered a bit of a smile, hoping to take the sting out of the sarcasm.

[handwentbad]

Ash snorts. Sarcasm recognizes sarcasm, kid. "For all I know, you could've been using it for a desk. It's pretty crowded in here today." He pats the top of the instrument carefully. "Had to ask. I used to play."

Before the whole demons-took-my-hand thing went down.

[weenommycheeks]

"Wanna hear something?" Kelsi asks. It's an apology, really, for the sarcasm. "I mean, if I know it, I'll play it for you."

For Sarah

[muckrakeress]

Lisa may or may not be following along, getting more and more engrossed in Sarah's story, until she finally has to wonder out loud what's happened when she returns to her silence.

"...But what happens to the prince?!"

Re: For Sarah

[bittenbyfairies]

Sarah blinks and looks over before mentally rewinding her last few spoken-aloud phrases. "The prince, arrogant and cold," she explained, "took up the enchanted sword and shouted to the dragon: 'Yield, foul serpent! The princess shall be mine!' And he leapt forward, sword flashing silver in the moonlight, to strike the fatal blow against the beast!"

[muckrakeress]

Lisa's eyes glow, delight in her features. "Did the princess and the prince fall madly in love? " Lisa's a progressive, but she does love fantasy.

[bittenbyfairies]

"You'd think so," Sarah says, deviating from the book just a bit, "but the prince -- though beautiful -- was full of ice at his heart; there was no love in him to love the princess, and when he entered her tower room, she saw this in an instant."