Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.


[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]

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[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Apparently sleep wasn't in the cards at all, because rather than take a nap after visiting with Savannah, Eve made her way into the common room. "That's... a lot of ice cream."

[not_in_the_book]

"Yes. Yes, it is." Ronan shrugged a bit. "Help yourself. There's lots of totally moddable toppings and stuff, too, if you want a sundae."

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Oh, score." She snagged a bowl of ice cream and beelined for the toppings. "Awful lot of ice cream to be serving and keeping an eye on by yourself. Want some help?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Tell me there's something both sweet and spicy in there," Isabel said as she came into the room and leaned against the counter. "And your Christmas present is going to get a hell of a lot bigger."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan glanced over his bowls for a moment before reaching for one he'd set aside. "Just for you," he said. "Chocolate ice cream with sweet chilli sauce. Will that do?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Santa is going to be very, very nice to you," Isabel told him, carefully looking Ronan over to make sure he wasn't over-exerting himself. "How are you feeling?"

[absolutesnark]

After handwavily checking on Shawn, Summer found herself in the common room two floors above her own. "Ooh, ice cream."

[not_in_the_book]

"Lots and lots of ice cream," Ronan said. "Please, help yourself."

[absolutesnark]

Summer glanced at all the ice cream, trying to decide on what kind she wanted. "I think I'm gonna help myself to a milkshake. Haven't had one of those in awhile."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean hadn't wanted to sit in his room so he was out wandering and came upon the common room of ice cream.

"Dude, it looks like an ice cream parlour in here!"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smirked a little. "Hey, Dean. And I'll take that as a compliment. Help yourself."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Dean said and went over to see exactly what the choices are. He paused when he saw the milkshakes, but then deliberately passed them over for a banana split. He could wait until Alec was back before doing the milkshake thing again. "That was a good speech you gave at the thing."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Isabel smiled. "How's Grace?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"She's good," Dean said with a grin. "Dad says she's still giving them suspicious looks when they try to feed her, in case it's the tea again."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Nomadic Celtic Chef," Charlie said as she came in, "this is awesome." She reached over to pat him on the arm, if he let her. "And I am so, so glad you're okay."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smiled. "Hale and healthy," he replied. "What's your pleasure? Anything you see, or can I make you something else?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Charlie," Dean said, waving his spoon at her.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco had been walking around the school, trying to get the strange, strange visuals out of his head. "Ice cream!"

[not_in_the_book]

"Yes," Ronan said, "and lots of it. Please, come in and eat some!"

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny eyed the ice cream with a look halfway between avaricious and wary. "Is any of it made from radioactive waste?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan stared at her for a moment before laughing. "No, definitely not. It's all honest-to-God real ice cream. What can I get you?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

After the pie-a-thon, Jack was in a mood to wander. The roof was too cold to be properly emo sit and think but the fifth floor was as far as he got.

"...Ice cream?"

[not_in_the_book]

"And lots of it," Ronan said, smiling. "C'mon in. Raspberry sundae?"

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil had been called home on a family emergency and then unable to return to the island until today. Needless to say he'd quickly caught up on the handwavey news.

It had him in a pensive mood as he quartered the dorm, unable to settle into the silence of his own room for any length of time.

Well that and the smell of hot fudge might have brought him along as well. He chuckled when he saw Ronan, once again making food.

"Do you like feeding people or something, Ronan?"

[not_in_the_book]

Laughing, Ronan replied, "I have absolutely no idea what could have given you that idea, Neil." He gestured a bit grandly. "Anything catch your fancy, or is there something else I can get you?"