Room 507, Saturday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan woke up with an insistent feeling in the back of his head; as he shook off his grogginess, it resolved into the odd sensation that he should really check his email. He glanced over at John, who was still asleep, and did his best to make as little noise as possible while opening his email.

Sure enough, there was a message from Nita, saying that she'd had to run to Mars with Kit after all and wouldn't be available to meet this weekend. He dashed off a quick email saying that this was fine, knowing she'd get it when she had a chance to check, and asked if maybe the next weekend was a possibility. So, there go the plans for today. Ronan wondered what he'd find to do, although he assumed there'd be something. This was Fandom, after all.

There he was, sitting at his computer; it was worth noting, perhaps, that he'd neglected to put on any additional clothes upon waking, and was dressed only in the boxers he'd slept in.


(OOC: For the roomie. Again, any plans that Ronan originally had for today are NFB.)

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[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Sure. I'll meet you down by the water," he said, excited at the prospect of a lazy day at the beach.

[ooc: I'll put up the post!]

[not_in_the_book]

"Sounds good," Ronan said, smiling, excited by the prospect of getting into the water. Hey, he may have wielded a spear of elemental fire, but his ordeal had him taking in the ocean. Some things leave their mark.

(OOC: Damn you and your springing of that icon upon me.)