A Flux of Flame and Ocean

Ronan nodded, getting up and heading back into the kitchen. "Scotch glasses should work," he suggested, calling over his shoulder as he went through the doorway. "Although -- careful with quantities, I believe, yes?"

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"Here?" Ronan asked. "Pretty quiet, really. Helped Nita and Kit take care of a couple of things over Christmas, up in Long Island, but it was pretty minor stuff. Nothing world-save-y.

"Oh! I'm doing radio now!"

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Parker laughed. "What day? I want to know when to download the podcasts. And are the squirrels as persistent as they're reputed to be?"

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"Right. We'll have to switch to something a little less potent if we want to have that drunken orgy," Jack called after him.

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"Your alternative career path if the whole world domination thing doesn't work out?" she laughed.

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Jack grinned and started arranging the ~~omgmidded~~ supplies. "I didn't have a lot of time to drink while I was there," he said. "But I got around enough to see that movie with the artists living on the stuff likely wasn't too far off."

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"Don't tell me I wouldn't be good at it," Parker said, still smirking. "I've got several employees who'd say different."

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A couple of clinks as Ronan collects the glasses, and then, as he returns -- bowl of sugarcubes and pitcher of water following behind him in what's a rather blatant use of wizardry -- he retorts, "And here I was thinking to avoid the absinthe-fueled orgy."

He paused.

"Not that I'd object to an orgy with all of you, but I'd rather be in full, or at least almost full, control of my faculties at the time."

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"If I see gremlins, I'm blaming you," Parker warned, sitting up with a smirk. She studied the sugar, the spoon, the glass. "Although it has to be safer than the things I've seen people ingest at Burning Man."

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"Please, I've seen you in action," Isabel replied. "You'd make a fortune."

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"Tuesdays!" Ronan told her, laughing a bit. "And yeah, it's -- they've pulled me in a couple of times, recently, whether I wanted to be or not. This last time just ended up with me actually getting a weekly spot."

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"Unfortunately, Jarod would probably insist on watching. For science. That might put some clients off." She paused. "Of course, others...?"

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Jack smiled. "I think we'd all enjoy it more if we didn't think green fairies were about to attack us," he agreed. "But for tonight, just drinking should be enough."

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"Congratulations. That's one thing I managed to avoid, by-and-large." Parker shook her head. "Sometimes I think I want to take a vacation here, then I remember what 'here' is actually like."

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"Burning man's the one in the desert, isn't it?" Jack asked, interested. "I've never been. Do you like it?"

He poured water into the glass, put the sugarcube on a spoon balanced over its rim, and passed her the open absinthe bottle. He blinked a bit as he did -- the fumes were, ah, special.

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"Others, yeah. Ew. Not thinking about that at all."

Isabel poured two glasses of soda and handed one over to Parker, keeping one for herself. "To better thoughts that don't require brain bleach."

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Isabel shook her head. "I'll pass. That could only end in tears."

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Parker carefully poured some of the absinthe, and said, "Bizarrely, yes. It offends every physical sensibility I have-- it's dusty, dirty, hot, and overcrowded. But there's amazing art, and people doing highly amusing things. And the food is good."

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Parker clinked her glass with Isabel's, and asked, "So, how is the City of Sin, now that it's not missing a few casinos?"

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"Not a drinker?" Jack asked, though he should have noticed she'd passed on the drinks with dinner. "It's all right. Honestly, I like the idea of this better than the taste anyhow."

He was not a fan of anise.

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"Now, orgies aside," Ronan said, "I... don't know that we've sorted out sleeping arrangements for the evening?"

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Ronan nodded. "And just think," he said, "I moved back. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't get my head examined."

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"Oh, that's a given." Parker grinned. "I'm just not sure there's treatment available. I saw Chloe here too, over the last crisis. You are both nuts."

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Jack fixed his own drink, adding only a small splash of absinthe. "Funny. I'd never think of going to make art in the desert as being an opportunity to dine well."

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