33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

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Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

[For the housemates! Or anyone else who wants to call/drop by/whatever.]

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"I can't believe how quickly it went by," Ronan said, dropping some bacon into a pan and setting it sizzling.

Mmm, bacon.

"So what do you think of the place now?"

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"It's nice," Kaidan said, and he was honest about that. "Bewildering, but nice. Quiet, though."

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Ronan stared for a moment before turning back to the bacon.

"It makes me think," he said, "that you're from a world not too terribly different from mine if Fandom is quiet in comparison."

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"It's not really my world as much as the people I used to run with," Kaidan said, with an idle shrug of one shoulder. "Once you serve under a Spectre during a time of crisis, everything starts seeming... quiet."

Or maybe that was just the grief talking. He wasn't sure. Possibly both.

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No, it probably was the Spectre thing. Crises had a habit of making everything else... well, boring, in comparison.

Although sometimes boring was good.

"Wizards are the same way," Ronan allowed. "... And we tend to run headlong into crises when we find them."

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"Yeah, that would've been my old Commander, too."

But going into that seemed... like a really bad idea.

"Either way, I'm sure the Alliance will reassign me soon enough. I'm up and running."

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"Any idea where they might send you next?" Ronan asked. "Sounds like you've got the experience to be useful in any new crises that pop up."

And new friends to call on if he needed help, for that matter.

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"They're trying to clear up the remains of the geth fleet right now," Kaidan said. "Batarian pirates..."

He trailed off. "Don't seem so interested in going after the real problem, though," he finally admitted.

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Ronan nodded. "Politics?" he asked. "Or refusal to admit what the real problem is?"

... Which was probably also politics. Or fear. But probably politics.

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Kaidan shot him a sideways look.

"We found conclusive evidence that there's a species-- if that's what you want to call them - called the Reapers waiting in dark space who could invade at any minute and kill-- everybody," he said. "Like they've been doing for thousands upon thousands of years. But nobody wants to accept that. Nobody but who was on the SSV Normandy with Sh-- with the Commander, anyway. I don't know why-- politics, psychology..."