33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

To go by the dance the day before, half of creation had come back to the island for the weekend. Jack decided to ignore the paranoid edge niggling at him about how that was just asking for the island to get into one of its nastier moods in favor of getting a nice breakfast together. Ronan was staying for the weekend, as was Emma (of course), and he suspected there might be a former housemate or two who would want to stop by for the sake of nostalgia.

So he went to J,GOB's early that morning and bought a nice breakfast spread -- a few dozen bagels, cream cheese, smoked salmon and other fixings, plus a dozen assorted muffins for anyone who didn't appreciate the nirvana that was a really good bagel. He brewed a large pot of coffee and settled in with a poppyseed bagel liberally piled with salmon. Even if no one else showed up, this was an entirely civilized way to start a Sunday.

[OOC: Open to anybody staying in the house or anybody inclined to visit.]

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned. Amazing in many ways, he agreed. I well remember.

And that had been a fun night.

[icecoldfrost]

That earned him a bagel thrown at his head. <<Keep those mental images to yourself,>> Emma said, making a face at him. <<Ino's coming by with a broken brain, and I don't want any distractions floating in my head to screw up my work.>>

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan blinked. Shutting up, he agreed. Want me to go over some of the wards, make sure you've got a clean workspace?

[icecoldfrost]

Emma blew a kiss his way as she refilled her coffee. <<Besides, everyone knows distracting thoughts are for after the party starts>> she replied slyly. <<We're engaged to be engaged, not blind.>>

It was so nice to be able to talk to someone telepathically. Emma never wanted to use her Outside Voice EVER AGAIN.

<< And if you'd be willing to go over the wards, that'd be lovely. I'd also like you to take a discreet look at Ino. She's... not well.>>

[not_in_the_book]

I can do that, Ronan agreed. Both things. He was already running through potential spells to use on the existing wards, and there were a few new ones he'd learned that might be useful, too. Not well how?

[icecoldfrost]

<<Physically? Her eyes glow blue, and she's fatigued,>> Emma said. <<From what I gathered in her mind, she's got radiation poisoning, I think, from long-term exposure.>

[not_in_the_book]

You take her mind, then, Ronan said, and, if she'll let me, I'll check out her body?