Jackalope Cabin, Campfire, Friday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan sat at the firepit outside of Jackalope, ignoring the world around him as he stared at the place where the fire would be. He'd stopped off at his dorm room just long enough to set up his voicemail, but hadn't bothered dropping anything off, for when your duffle bag holds everything you're carrying -- not matter how much that is -- without growing any heavier, you don't exactly worry about carting it all around. So, instead, he'd come out to the cabins (not that the map had been all that much help), dropped his bag off in Jackalope A, left the decision of which alcove to take until later, and come out to sit here. To stare at the not-fire.

Clearly, Ronan just needs to get laid someone to come by and say hello.


(OOC: Open like an open thing. Warning: Some varieties of Ronan may contain large amounts of minerals Sullen and Angry. Sample at own risk. ^_~)

ETA: And, uh, I totally didn't forget to put what TIME the post was occuring in the subject not at all.

Comments

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After hooking up with and spending some time with his new little sister, Dean took the first load of stuff down to the cabin (the second load was going to consist of cat and any electronics he felt like having.) Hopefully he'd be early enough to get salt lines and other protections down before everyone else showed up and got in the way.

He slowed when he got near the campfire and saw someone sitting there. "Hey," he said, coming up. "You must either be John or Ronan."

[not_in_the_book]

"Hey. Yeah, Ronan. Dean or Alec?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Yeah we get asked that a lot. Dean." He shifted his stuff so he was able to offer Ronan a hand.

[not_in_the_book]

Against his better judgement, Ronan had to ask: "Why?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He looks like me. It's a Fandom thing. You know how they say that everyone has a double somewhere? Well you're likely to actually meet them here," Dean explained.

[not_in_the_book]

"Huh." A though occured to Ronan, and his eyes went distant for a moment as he checked one of his mental notes. "You're a Winchester, right? Know a Sam?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"My brother," Dean replied. "You met him?"

[wannabehunter]

Pack with a few handy essentials in hand, Jo made her way down to the cabins. She nodded to Ronan. "Hey."

[not_in_the_book]

"Hey." Ronan nodded back, but didn't offer anything else.

[wannabehunter]

Given that hunters had a tendency to turn taciturn into an art, Jo wasn't exactly put off. "I'm Jo."

[not_in_the_book]

"Ronan." Deciding that he wasn't going to get out of a conversation, he asked, "You're in this cabin, too?"

[wannabehunter]

"I am if it's Jackelope," Jo replied.

[not_in_the_book]

"You're here, then."

[wannabehunter]

"I thought as much," Jo said. "But if you're going to Caritas on a Saturday, it's probably not a good idea to mention you are."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Jo," Dean greeted. "Want to help me salt the cabin?"

[wannabehunter]

Jo grinned and held up her pack. "Great minds, Dean."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"We both have been well trained," Dean replied with a grin.

[wannabehunter]

"Salt, cat's eyes, and anti-fire charms," Jo said, then frowned. "I don't know why the last one feels so important lately, though."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well with the school blowing up and the principal's tower burning down earlier... can't be too careful."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela had dropped off the essentials at her cabin and then decided to explore the campground.

She doesn't get far before she happens to hear a certain sullen voice with a fondness for monosyllabic answers.

"RONAN!" she squeals, and then *pounces*, enveloping the poor unsuspecting boy in a hug.

[not_in_the_book]

Two quick words in the Speech from Ronan and a quick roll of his shoulder forward sent his assailant flying across the campfire -- before he realised exactly who she was, and with an outflung hand and a phrase that was much longer than he wished, Ronan caught Carmela in mid-air about a centimetre above the ground, where she hovered, rotating slightly. "Carmela?!"

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Baka!" Carmela rolls her eyes. "Put me down this instant, Ronan Nolan."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan rotated his hand, and Carmela got turned right-side-up before one word ended the spell, leaving her feet in the air one centimeter above the ground.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"*All* of the way," Carmela insists.

[not_in_the_book]

"Step down."