33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

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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[not_a_whiner]

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..."