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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[not_in_the_book]

Yeah, Ronan knew that look.

"We're acquainted," he explained, grinning. "Went to school together, still visit sometimes. You're one of his, then?"

He waved Felix in. "C'mon, you hungry?"

[hasvampdaddies.livejournal.com]

"Very," Felix confirmed easily, stepping through the door. "And I suppose I'm his. He's mentioned your name -- not that he likes talking about school these days. I'm Felix."

[not_in_the_book]

"Ronan Nolan," he confirmed, waving Felix over to the table. "Come on in, help yourself. Anything else I can get you?"

There were going to have to be some phonecalls later, yes.

[hasvampdaddies.livejournal.com]

"Do you have his telephone number?" Felix asked hopefully, as he piled his plate with sausages and waffles. "If I'm on the island, he should be here too."

[not_in_the_book]

"I do," Ronan said, nodding, "but he's... not actually on the island right now."

He did a quick mental run-through of any favours owed to him, and had to conclude that if Jack wanted to make it out, it would probably have to be Portalocity. Or something other than a worldgate, anyway. "But we can give him a call, if you'd like, anyway." He pointed to the table. "After you eat something."

[hasvampdaddies.livejournal.com]

"You don't need to ask me twice," Felix assured him, and dug into the plate.

"Has he been turned yet?" he asked, around a mouthful of waffles. "He can get here sooner if he hasn't been."

He might have been asking about the weather; Jack's status as a vampire was that basic to Felix.