The Roof, Monday Afternoon

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan stood at the edge of the roof, looking over the island. It was strange to have gone asleep in one time, and to have woken up in another, but hardly surprising given the island on which he stood. He was, however, thankful for the Manual functions that told him when he was -- otherwise, he would have been far more surprised, and probably not realised for longer than he'd like to admit.

As it was, he was smiling softly, wondering if he'd be given a chance to try and set right some of the few things he truly regretted from his time here, or if it was truly too risky to try.

[Open; he's introspective, not emo, feel absolutely free to interrupt him.]

Comments

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone doesn't care if they join in either, as long as they dance.

She let Cassandra spin her around, content to let the other girl lead for now. After all, they were just warming up. Anemone was planning on dancing all night, until they could get a clear view of the meteors.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Which is just fine with Cassandra. After the previous week, dancing all night sounded like a very good idea.