A Flux of Flame and Ocean

It was a phone call he'd rather not expected.

"What do you mean, I'm needed at home?" he asked. "I've got plans -- I've got a life here now! I can't just-" There was a pause on his part; from the earpiece of the phone came some rather angry -- and vaguely American accented -- Gaelic. "Okay, yes, I can just drop it," he corrected himself. "What with the Oath and all. But this doesn't sound like it's the kind of thing that would normally... I mean," he continued, dropping into the Speech as he did, "I don't see why it's so important for me to drop everything and come home right now if all it's for is to help clean up the overlays some. It can't wait two more days?"

He sighed as Annie Callahan continued to explain the situation. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" he asked. "If I'd know the situation was that serious, I'd not have blinked twice about it. Give me..." In his head, he calculated how long it would take him to throw all of his stuff into his claudicated bags, as well as tell people that he was leaving. "... Give me three hours and I can be at your front door," he said, switching back to English. "Is that spot in your backyard still clear of the overlay? It's more reliable than my jump point at my parents' house."

His parents' house. Not home. Ronan couldn't help but stop and notice that he'd stopped thinking of that place as home. Ireland was, yes, and always would be, but in the way that a parents' house was supposed to be -- where you came from, not where you made your home. Was Fandom that to him, now? Or was it just a step on his way to finding where his home would be?

Annie confirmed that her backyard was still good for jumping, and the two finished up the conversation quickly. "This is going to take some work," he muttered, throwing his bags open onto his bed, and throwing his door open to the hallway. He made a few quick phonecalls to let people know that he was leaving, and then set to work packing.

[Ronan's not gone for good, just for the first summer term! He'll definitely, definitely be back. And no, he won't be a year older this time. Post, like the door, is open, especially for anyone who thinks they'd have gotten a phonecall and want to come say goodbye before Ronan's gone.]

Ronan was throwing clothing around the room, practically, as he kept changing his mind with regard to what he wanted to take with him for the weekend. Would he need clubbing clothes? Probably. But then which ones should he take? And would the weather be cold? Or only cool?

Thank the Powers for claudicated baggage; he could take practically his whole wardrobe, if he wanted. He refrained from that, though.

Barely.

What could he say? The boy liked choices!

[The door's open if anyone cares to poke their head in and say hi before he leaves for his visit to see Parker in Oxford! Mind the clothes strewn... well, everywhere.]

After spending some time on the roof -- including a quick jaunt to the moon with River -- Ronan was back in his old dorm room, staring at the closed door. Part of him was more than ready for what was about to happen, whereas other parts... had doubts. Still, it had been a long time for him, and if there was one thing a wizard understood, especially a wizard who also ran a medical practice, it's that the body had needs, and those needs were best met with a person with whom one felt comfortable being intimate.

[For fantastic_torch, and going to be NSFW.]

Ronan lay on his floor, staring at the ceiling, as a hundred thousand thoughts ran through his head: he'd missed his clinic shift this week; his wizardry seemed like it was starting to be... he wasn't even sure, but something; and there was the... encounter... with Teddy and Chad, too, and he still wasn't even sure how he felt about that. Although it would probably help to speak to them about it, he wasn't quite ready to do so.

Thus, laying on the floor; his emo was strong today.


[Door's closed, post's open, feel free to disturb the emo!]

Ronan returned to his room and immediately pulled off his shirt, tossing it into the corner that was now serving as his laundry 'basket'. It was getting to be piled alarmingly high. "I should really do something about that," he muttered, but shrugged and decided to leave it for later.

After all, he was expecting a visitor.


[OOC: For time_agent.]

Ronan finished writing the email to Nita and Kit with his comments on their spell, and sent it. Leaning back in his chair, he exhaled loudly. "I can't believe that's finally finished," he murmured. "That took way to long."


(OOC: For the roomie, also open.)

(ETA: The parts of the conversation re: Johnny are NFB, please. All else is fair game.)