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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!]