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fandom_clinic2011-11-28 04:46 pm
not_in_the_book) wrote in fandom_clinic2011-11-28 04:46 pm
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FTEC, Monday [11/28]
"Hey, Neets," Ronan said, when his call connected. He was at the front desk -- a little late, maybe, but he was distracted enough that he'd half-forgotten what day it was -- with coffee, worry in his voice.
The number of wizards back home kept going down; he was afraid to check for names of people he knew, at this point, but between the problems he'd heard about with the Causeway and his concerns with his own spells given the way the universe was falling apart, he hadn't yet figured out a way to go home and a) check or b) help.
Not to mention, if anywhere was going to figure this out, it was Fandom, and he couldn't help if he'd vanished with his home universe, right?
(If you read that for rationalising, well, you'd only be half-wrong.)
"Yeah, no, I'm just calling to check in," he said, smiling that at least she was still around to talk to. "Wondering how things are going for you. Any problems lately?"
"No, why?" Nita asked. "Should there be?" Ronan hesitated just a moment before answering, just long enough for Nita to ask, "Ronan? What's going on?"
"Things are disappearing," he said, finally. "From across the multiverse. And most people aren't noticing. It's just people from Fandom -- anyone who's here, has gone to school here, lived here at all -- who can tell. There are... There are entire worlds gone now, Nita. Friends of mine are staying with me because their homes are just... gone."
There's a pause, and he wonders if it's too much, until, finally, "... That's who you were asking about." Ronan's heart surges: she believed him. "Annie, right? And... someone else. They're people you remember that I don't anymore. Ronan, how is that possible?"
"We're still trying to figure that out," Ronan explained, "but if anyone can, it's the people on this island. Look, though, I need a favour -- I'm trying to get home to check on things, but I don't trust my memory; if something's gone that I still remember..."
"Oh, shit," Nita swore. "Who knows what would happen to your transport? What do you need? Want me to feed you some coordinates?"
"That would be perfect." Ronan grabbed a pen and some paper, starting to write down places he needed to check. "I'll give you a call when I'm done at the clinic today, and we can figure out the safest place for me to jump in, hey?"
Much happier after his phone call -- Nita was still around, at least, and he had a way to get home that was safer than trying to make the jump himself. Now to make it through the day.
[Open and OCD-free!]
The number of wizards back home kept going down; he was afraid to check for names of people he knew, at this point, but between the problems he'd heard about with the Causeway and his concerns with his own spells given the way the universe was falling apart, he hadn't yet figured out a way to go home and a) check or b) help.
Not to mention, if anywhere was going to figure this out, it was Fandom, and he couldn't help if he'd vanished with his home universe, right?
(If you read that for rationalising, well, you'd only be half-wrong.)
"Yeah, no, I'm just calling to check in," he said, smiling that at least she was still around to talk to. "Wondering how things are going for you. Any problems lately?"
"No, why?" Nita asked. "Should there be?" Ronan hesitated just a moment before answering, just long enough for Nita to ask, "Ronan? What's going on?"
"Things are disappearing," he said, finally. "From across the multiverse. And most people aren't noticing. It's just people from Fandom -- anyone who's here, has gone to school here, lived here at all -- who can tell. There are... There are entire worlds gone now, Nita. Friends of mine are staying with me because their homes are just... gone."
There's a pause, and he wonders if it's too much, until, finally, "... That's who you were asking about." Ronan's heart surges: she believed him. "Annie, right? And... someone else. They're people you remember that I don't anymore. Ronan, how is that possible?"
"We're still trying to figure that out," Ronan explained, "but if anyone can, it's the people on this island. Look, though, I need a favour -- I'm trying to get home to check on things, but I don't trust my memory; if something's gone that I still remember..."
"Oh, shit," Nita swore. "Who knows what would happen to your transport? What do you need? Want me to feed you some coordinates?"
"That would be perfect." Ronan grabbed a pen and some paper, starting to write down places he needed to check. "I'll give you a call when I'm done at the clinic today, and we can figure out the safest place for me to jump in, hey?"
Much happier after his phone call -- Nita was still around, at least, and he had a way to get home that was safer than trying to make the jump himself. Now to make it through the day.
[Open and OCD-free!]
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"Mexico ended early in a shoot-out, and they cancelled my portal," she announced abruptly as she marched in and opted to sit on the front desk. "It turns out my handsome mariachi player doesn't just brood handsomely and play like an angel, he also gets in gunfights with people and the whole place got shot up. Including my phone. Tell me you have antiseptic here, and band-aids, because I'm rather sure I got tetanus."
Hello, Ronan. Emma would say she missed you - which would be true - but she's missed running water more at this point.
"...tell me I can still sleep on your couch or I might cry, darling."
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[So LJ is being dumb about my comments today -- I keep getting a blank talkpost_do.bml page -- so I may be a little slow. But I shall persevere!]
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[no worries, doing the same to me. that comment took six tries.]
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"Want to come back and I can take a look at the injuries? Anything small enough I probably should save power and just use a bandage on, but if it's large enough to need stitches or anything, I'll heal it up for you."
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She gave a wan smile that didn't quite have the same energy behind it as her usual smirks. "A little antibiotic gel and I should be right as rain, if a bit vain and sulky about my looks."
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He rummaged around a bit, finally coming up with a tube of Polysporin. "I trust you know how to use this, love?" Grinning, Ronan held it out. "Oh, and --" He rummaged in one pocket, coming up with a key. "33 Apocalypse. There's two unoccupied rooms upstairs, sheets already on the beds, so grab whichever you like. Towels in the linen closet in the bathroom, spare toiletries in the cupboard under the sink. There's probably someone there anyway, but if not, make yourself at home. And that includes the kitchen -- there is plenty of food in the fridge, so help yourself, and I'll be home to make dinner after I finish up here."
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"No idea what I'll tell my professors, but that's what telepathy is for, right?"
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"Which is its own irony, given what usually hits us here."
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"It came down to either cleaning or cooking," she said as she came through the door. "Today I picked cooking. Well, baking. Here. For you."
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He set his phone aside, wondering if he should hold off, or... No, probably not. "So I think I've found a way to get home safely," Ronan explained. "For a quick trip. The biggest problem is potentially changing coordinates, right? On the other end -- nothing here is changing, so far as we can tell. But I talked to Nita, and she believed me about what's going on; she's agreed to feed coordinates for me so I can pop over and check on a few people."
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"That's good." Just ignore the distinct lack of enthusiasm in her voice. "When do you think you're going to go?"
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The extra time made him worry -- but what were the chances that anything was going to go wrong in, what, an extra twelve hours?
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"So extra eggs for breakfast tomorrow?" Isabel said, quirking a smile.
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He couldn't help but smile a bit. "I have to admit, the situation sucks... But it's nice to have people in the house. And that you're all here means that you're all safe, so..."
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"I get that. I don't think I'm going to be able to relax, for a very vague definition of relax, until a whole list of people turn up in Fandom."
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Because that was going to be awesome.
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