Fandom High Dormitories

Ronan had gotten up again, a few hours after the naked mutiny, and discovered that the electricity was absent. Including the electricity that powered the hot water heater. He fiddled around a bit in the bathroom before grabbing the electric kettle from the living room (completely missing the fact that there was a plain, metal one as well), filling it, and taking it out to the campfire, where he spoke six words to it that set it whistling in a matter of seconds. He made his tea, and sat back enjoying the morning sunlight.

"I love wizardry," he said.

There was a sign on the bathroom door that said:

Power's out, but I've talked to the
showerheads so we've got hot water.
-Ronan



(ooc: open. feel free to wander by and marvel at the mysteriously boiling electric kettle.)

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.