Apocalypse Avenue Home for Wayward Fandom Alumni (#33 Apocalypse Ave), Weds Evening.

[icecoldfrost]

Sometimes a girl just needed a little down time, and so tonight Emma was reading the latest paper on human evolution and mutation by one Dr. Moira MacTaggart, which had recently - for her time - been published.

It was...well, she was occasionally yelling back at it or shaking the journal.

"Stop! Go back! Dammit, I want more on the triggers and symptoms of adolescent manifestation!"

In other words, another evening at the Nolan & Frost Home for Wayward Fandomites.

[OOC: Looking for some boys, but totally open for calls, texts, visitors.]

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[not_in_the_book]

"I'll just ask it politely not to," Ronan retorted. "It's what I'm trained for, after all."

He leaned back into his chair, relaxing and letting the heat of the cappuccino -- and the Fireball -- sink in. "We should have a party," he said. "That could be fun."

[bitten_notshy]

"I think we're morally obliged to have a party," Jack corrected. "When?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Wouldn't that be 'immorally obligated?'" Emma quipped, letting the hot beverage and alcohol soothe her. "It is us."

A wizard, a werewolf, and a telepath; they were quite the merry little band of misfits.

[not_in_the_book]

"Either way," Ronan pointed out, laughing, "it's an obligation. And an excuse for me to cook a huge meal."

Like he needed an excuse. Hope you weren't planning on losing weight, Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"Now I know why you were so eager for me to move in," Jack said. "It gives you two yet another excuse to try to shock the rest of the island."

A pause as he rubbed a finger along Emma's instep. "Not that I object."

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't have to try and do anything," Emma drawled. "They usually manage to shock themselves, or work up a righteous indignation all on their own."

"...if we want to be tacky, we should put a red light bulb in one of the upstairs windows."

Sometimes Emma was a bad person, and she was totally fine with that.

[not_in_the_book]

"Upstairs window? Emma, that's what the porch light is for."

For a wizard, Ronan was something of a bad person himself. Emma brought it out in him, really.

"Any requests for dinner, by the by? I was thinking maybe some kind of pasta, but I'm open to suggestions."