Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Saturday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

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 Refugees

Scrawled underneath was:

and Temporally Displaced Children
All Welcome

Anyone hungry? There's bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, fried potatoes, fried tomatoes, and waffles. Lots and lots of waffles. And, with the open door, the scent was probably drifting out into the street.

[Open for Ronan's kids, visitors, other people's kids, and anyone else who wants some breakfast.]

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[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

Even though she couldn't sense her parents on the island, Victoria wasn't worrying. Even at eight she'd heard enough stories to know it was Fandom. Weirdness happened but things always worked out in the end.

The sign caught Victoria's attention and she grinned. Mom and Dad might not be around but she was pretty sure that sign meant another familiar face was.

Without hesitation she orbed herself into the house. Specifically, the kitchen.

A shimmer of sparkly lights announced her arrival, followed quicky by a loud "Uncle Ronan!!! I'm here!!"

"What's for breakfast?"


[And now I go poof till about 1:30 or so.]

[not_in_the_book]

"Pretty much anything you want," Ronan assured her, grinning. "... Victoria."

He was at least 50% guessing, but, hey, whatever worked, right?

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

"Waffles with maple syrup and tabasco?" she asked hopefully.

She darted across the room to give one her favorite uncles a quick hug.

"Where are my mom and dad?"

[not_in_the_book]

"Not on the island, unfortunately," Ronan admitted, hugging back with one arm while reaching into a conveniently nearby cupboard with the other to grab his tabasco.

"But I'll call them in a minute. I'm sure they'll orb over to see you just as soon as they hear you're here." He considered for a moment. "Or, if they can't, it'll be because they're doing something really important to keep you and everyone else safe, right?"

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

Victoria nodded solemnly. "Cause you can't take a vacation from saving the world. That's what daddy says."

"Someday when I'm bigger I'm going to help him."

[not_in_the_book]

"And I'm sure you'll be a big help," Ronan assured her, dishing out a plate with a pile of waffles and setting it out for her with the maple syrup and tabasco. "Anything to drink?"

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

"Milk, cause it'll make me big and strong."

Happily, she doused her waffles in a rather bizarre mix of syrup and tabasco.

"When are you going to take me to the moon?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan considered. "It's a little too complicated this weekend," he admitted, "with all the kids around. But I promise I'll take you next time I see you when you get back, all right?"

[weealienwitch.livejournal.com]

"How many others? Is anyone related to me? It might be nice to have a brother or sister." At least for a weekend, Victor thought. Long term would be another story.

[not_in_the_book]

"Oh, lots," Ronan explained. "There always are. For lots of people, too.

"I haven't met anyone else related to you, yet," he added, because his player didn't have the keys for Gawain's account "but that doesn't mean they're not around."