33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

After the meeting at the town hall, Ronan sat at his kitchen table, planning. "So I'm thinking water guns," he said. "And maybe balloons? But water guns probably mean better aim."

On the stove, he already had a pot of cocoa simmering, and the ingredients for chocolate pudding where out on the counter. Someone was taking the 'they can't handle taste' thing to heart, yes.

[Expecting one of the temporary roommates, but open for all, or for anyone else who'd be coming by!]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was still tense as all hell but it felt good to finally have something concrete to do. Even if all that was at the moment was sitting at the table and bouncing ideas back and forth.

"So the fight to save the universe is going wind up being a carnival game?"