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 don't think yelling at it will help," Ronan said, chuckling in the doorway. "Is it worth writing the author of whatever you're reading to see if she has anything further?"

What? It couldn't be as simple as asking, could it?

[bitten_notshy]

A bit later in the night, Jack appeared at the door and banged. Loudly. There'd been a portal layover in some odd version of Copenhagen; not only had it been hailing, but the tables and chairs in the lounge were weirdly sticky.

"Darlings, hello, let a poor man in."