not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Suit on Bed)
Ronan was lounging around on his bed, an open book in-hand, but his attention wasn't on it. Instead, he kept getting distracted by other thoughts: thoughts of Karla, and Valentine, and Emma; of recent... encounters, and of friends long off the island.

He was distracted, yes, and distractable, although his door was closed.

[Expecting one in particular, thanks. Although Ronan's not. ;) ETA: I should add -- although I'm sure this comes as no surprise -- that this is quite likely going to be getting at least a little NSFW.]
not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Suit on Bed)
It had been a fairly quiet week; Ronan hadn't done a whole lot over the weekend other than graduation itself -- and that one battle with the weird decoration tiger thing -- and had spent most of the week in quiet reflection.

Or, y'know, killing Skrulls, but that was almost relaxation.

Today he'd stuck to staying within his room, and had the door open as he cleaned, dancing and singing along to some quiet jazz.

[Expecting one! Open-ish, although I may crash soon so there might be some SP involved.

[ETA: No, I totally didn't brainfart and forget that Ronan was doing stuff yesterday. Of course not.]
not_in_the_book: (Misc: Kiss Me I'm Irish)
It was a quiet morning, after an eventful night.

Quiet, of course, because Ronan and Tony were still asleep. This, unfortunately, wouldn't last long.

[Door closed, post open, especially for anyone of the Nolan kidlet variety!]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Smoking)
Ronan was going through his closet, trying to determine if he had anything appropriate for prom, or if he'd have to make up some new clothes. (He still loved that clothes-creation routine Dairine had shown him.)

His door was open, so anyone going by could see the giant, messy pile of clothes that had built up on the bed. Ronan hadn't yet found anything that he wanted to wear.

[Open door, open post, especially for one! But SP, as I'm off to work soon. I'll pick up pings when I get home, which will probably be... um. 11-ish, Eastern?]
not_in_the_book: (Default)
There were candles burning softly, and a dessert left to chill. Ronan, meanwhile, was setting up a small, low table he'd acquired recently, with cushions on which to sit.

For dinner, he had prepared curry-lime chicken*, served over a spiced blend of white and brown rice with lentils, with the requisite naan bread on the side. All he needed now was his dinner date.


*Recipe behind the cut! )
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Smile)
Ronan smiled softly, still half asleep, as he snuggled closer to the person sharing his bed. He did rather like waking up with someone else there; it was something he'd not had the chance to enjoy as much of late.

"Morning," he murmured, against her hair.

[For the bedmate!]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Smile)
With a clap of displaced air, Ronan and Hoshi appeared in his room. "So," he said. "Welcome to my humble abode."

[For the modded-with-permission companion. ETA: And yeah, it's going NWS-ish in the comments.]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Smoking)
It had been a good day; nothing too exciting, really, although class had been interesting, and flirting with Tony was always fun. So, yes, a good day, and Ronan was enjoying the last of it right by his window, open to the cold air as he smoked. It was getting to be far too much of a habit for him, he told himself, but he wasn't exactly doing anything about it.

The door was open, although just a little, in an effort to help most of the smoke go out the window instead of out into the hallway. It was even mostly working.

[Expecting one, but open before his arrival!]
not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Black Shirt)
The call about his underwear was unexpected, since Ronan couldn't recall any particular discussions of it lately. Still, he couldn't help but be... a little inappropriate in his reply.

There was a confusing message about someone need something and looking for a note, which got an even more confused reply, and some freak who thought that stabbing was foreplay, who should have gotten an offer for psychiatric care. There was Marco, and a call about cookies, which got replies, and then a call with much profanity, which got a befuddled call in return.

[And, with luck, more to come here as well.]
not_in_the_book: (Plot: Genderswap - Tea)
There were very few things that threw Ronan for a loop quite like this; invariably, the response, when urgency (or, more properly, lack thereof) permitted, was the same.

Tea.

Ergo, when Ronan awoke to find hismelf in an (admittedly rather attractive, if he did say so himself) female body, he immediately got up to put on the kettle.

Wake up as a girl? TEA, DAMMIT.

So he was enjoying a nice, steaming cup of chamomile tea. Chamomile was soothing, after all, and he rather thought that 'soothing' would be the order of the day.

Give him a moment.

"DAMMIT, FANDOM. GIVE ME MY BODY BACK."

Perhaps another cup of chamomile tea might be in order.

[Door is slightly ajar, post is all the way open! I should so be asleep right now. Seriously. ... And, in fact, I probably will be before long. I'll pick up any pings in the morning. :D ]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Say What?)
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.]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Smoking)
It was perhaps a bit later than planned for an awakening, but Ronan was decidedly comfortable where he was: in his bed, with a warm body beside him.

A warm body that had kept him up rather late the evening before.

Still, he was starting to stir; there seemed to be a knocking at his dorm room door.

[For the other occupant of the bed. And the kidlet. ... And also for any of the other assorted kidlets and/or baby-mommas.]
not_in_the_book: (Default)
After getting home from work, Ronan tossed his notebooks on his desk and turned to his Drawer of Tea (TM). He boggled a bit at seeing that all of his black, green, and white teas were listed as 'decaffeinated', but shrugged it off as a Fandom thing and pulled out a small box of a loose raspberry tisane, instead.

Mmm, raspberry.

[Mostly establishy, but door is a bit open and post is pretty widely open if anyone wants to stop by. :) ]
not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Sword)
Underneath Ronan's bed, locked behind three layers of shielding, in a box designed for the express purpose of keeping it hidden away, were the shards of a sword. Not all of them -- some had been lost in the very process that shattered it. Still, it was a special sword for all of that.

It was hard not to be special when you'd been used to cut a doorway between worlds. )

Ronan bowed his head, smiling. It had worked.

[Establishy! Thanks to the lifted weapons ban, Ronan will have the sword with him -- scabbarded on his back -- wherever he goes, and his healing knife, sheathed, on his belt.]
not_in_the_book: (OOC: Troy-Ronan-Lulu)
Room 507, Sunday Morning )
Meanwhile, in Room 402... )
And across town, in MCA #1! )

[Individual posts will be going up shortly for anyone who wants to say hello! For today, Ronan looks like Lulu, Lulu looks like Troy, and Troy looks like Ronan. ... I realised that my pups had never really been afflicted with random Fandom weirdness, so I thought I'd remedy that all at once. ;) ]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Say What?)
Ronan was simply lazing around his room; he felt like he should properly be doing something productive, but instead he was simply reading a book. For pleasure. Mmm, books.

The door was propped open a little, in case anyone wanted to stop by.

[Expecting one, but feel free to stop by as long as it's set before Seregil's visit!]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: Smile)
Ronan stirred slightly, shifting a bit towards the nearest source of warmth. Mmm, warmth. Warm body.

He wasn't quite awake yet, but he was starting to get there. Even if he were fighting to stay under a little bit longer.

[For the other occupant of the bed!]
not_in_the_book: (Plot: Mexico Trip - Pool)
The privacy field -- something he'd not had to cast, really, since the previous summer; two summers, in fact, for Ronan, given that extra year -- was set around the bed, giving them a bit of clearance on either side and going to the ceiling above them. From the inside, it was a faint shimmer, clearly visible but not really obstructing the vision of what lay outside (although that could be changed as desired), although from the outside it would be both shimmery and opaque, and block all sound coming from inside.

Convenient, that, when sharing a room with other people.

Ronan shrugged out of his shirt and pants, leaving himself in his boxers; he figured that if nothing else, it would enough, and comfortable enough, to sleep in, even though he expected that they wouldn't be staying on all that long.

[...And look, another NWS post from me today. ;) It's a good day for my characters!]
not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Black Shirt)
After stopping by Isabel's room to drop off her presents and pick up his own, Ronan came back to his room to finish packing -- mostly throwing the last few things into his bag -- and then wait for Carmela.


[Open, although anyone else stopping by is chronologically before Carmela's thread.]
not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Glasses)
After leaving Bridge's birthday party, Ronan made his way down to the beach where he and Peter had handwavily planned to meet up. When he got there, he laid a blanket down on the sand, and placed a spell around it; inside the spell, the air temperature rose, making it warm enough to sit there comfortably and stare at the sky.

Pulling more things from his bag of holding, he set out a box of cookies and a thermos of hot chocolate. Now all he needed was his date.

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