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 shook his head, perhaps a bit too vehemently. "No! Uh, I mean, no, I'm good. Just... help yourself."

[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]

Ronan shrugged. "I'm... okay," he said. "... no better, but I'm at least okay."

[not_in_the_book]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's a start," she agreed. "And things can only improve." Isabel had a momentary flinch of oh god did I just jinx us? before she decided that the island couldn't, wouldn't, be that cruel and prove that things could be worse. "Hopefully."

[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."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head, his eyes hardening slightly. "No. No worse. Things will get no worse. They will improve." A spoon got thrust a little hard into a bowl, and a bit of ice cream flew up and out onto Ronan's black shirt.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan gestured to the three that were already prepared. "Chocolate, strawberry, or lemon?" he asked, smiling a bit.

[absolutesnark]

"Chocolate," Summer replied. "Don't think I'm brave enough to try lemon just yet."

[not_in_the_book]

"Really? Have you never had a lemon cream?" Ronan frowned. "No, seriously, try it, then. It's sweet and a bit tart, but not really sour."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"They will, it's just going to take some time." Reaching for a napkin, Isabel dabbed at the spot of ice cream then passed her hand over it to make it completely disappear. "There. Who needs pre-treating when you have me around?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smirked slightly. "I could have done it myself, you know," he said. "I don't need you for everything." He grinned. "But I do need to thank you for coming into my dream on... was it Thursday? I lost track of time in a big way this week."

[absolutesnark]

"Guess it can't hurt," Summer shrugged and took a sip of lemon milkshake. She was pleasantly surprised. "It's actually not bad."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smiled, lighting up his face. "See? Told you. They were always one of my favorites growing up, too."

[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!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm still in fussing mode," she admitted. "It's hard to turn off."

The bowl of ice cream was suddenly very, very interesting. "Yeah, Thursday. Which, I'm really, really sorry about that."

[not_in_the_book]

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

[absolutesnark]

"I reserve the right to have a chocolate milkshake when I finish this one," Summer grinned. Curiously, she asked, "Where'd you grow up?"

[not_in_the_book]

"... What? Why?"