away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.

[nightmarist]

Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to their various guests
When: Throughout February
Where: St. Monmouth in Kauto R2
What: The Backstreet Boys move into their magical farm of dreams.
Warnings: Look to the subject headers.
Notes: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[Ronan didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as they arrived, he was making arrangements and picking out a plot of land. No payment necessary as long as he agreed to feed the locals? Fine. Perfect. He'd signed whatever he had to and picked out his favorite place in the lot, then he'd laid down in the grass and dreamt.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn't sure what he would build. The idea of "home" conjured up so many images in his mind. He thought of the Barns, of course, but also of Henrietta as a whole. He thought of Monmouth Manufacturing and dusty old books and the scent of mint. He thought of St. Agnes and its magnificent stained glass and the cramped coziness of Adam's bedroom above the office. He found Cabeswater sprouting up in the strangest places as the landscape shifted around him, spilling out of the walls and claiming rooms all for its own. Corridors and staircases emerged out of his memories, leading him through a maze of rooms both familiar and not-quite. In the end, when Ronan stepped outside to take a look at his work, he found he'd made himself a palace of nostalgia. Then he imagined a set of house keys, turned the lock of the front door, and woke up.

Ronan woke with his head resting on the welcome mat, sprawled across the front steps, gazing up at the spire of what he would dub St. Monmouth. It would be the main building of several he'd end up creating. Their new home.

Like God, he didn't rest for several days. Every time he shut his eyes, he devoted himself to dreaming something new. A farm needed animals and crops and barns and feed and equipment. Home needed streams and fish and bridges and flower gardens and glittering lights. He let his imagination run wild, and this meant that his dream things often emerged strange and senseless, but that reminded him of his father, which made the place more beautiful.

When he was finally satisfied - although not completely finished - he invited the others to join him.]

Comments

aanndddyyyyrrrrr, ota idkidk

[deconstruct]

sprawled around like a road block;

[ andyr hasn't had a home in seven years. not really, not like this. he's had a cell - three solid walls and one bulletproof glass, with a bolted door and security cameras. this is no where near as small or modest as the cramped apartment him and his father used to live in, back in the city, but it's literally a dream.

ronan lynch is already a person who sets andyr's every nerve at ease, and walking through the st. monmouth house, it feels like curling up inside his head to lay down for a soft, safe, secure nap. that's what andyr ends up doing for a lot of the first week, honestly - finding places to nap, and burrow himself into them. there's just such a kind of peace and innate belonging within the walls, something about them being made with the idea of andyr being a part of the interior, maybe. he's not sure how much of that was built into it, or comes out of his own head, but either way, it's there, and he adores it.

so, watch your feet, or your butt, or your hands, because if there's a pile of something fluffy, there's a good chance andyr's underneath it. or if there's just a pile of human in the middle of the floor, probably him too. especially if there's a hood tugged up over his head. should you completely miss him and end up stepping or sitting or bumping into him, you'll get a vague grunt, and if the offending limb isn't removed from his person, a hand stretching out to shove at it. even if it's a butt. he ain't scared. ]

andyr's fish nerd room;

[ ronan pulled the most dream like bedroom andyr's ever seen out of his head, and andyr still hasn't quite gotten over it yet. at various points in the day, he can likely be found sprawled out on some part of his room - on the bed, on the floor, wedged up against the glass on ledges, in the corner, eyes constantly following the light on the water above and the fish that trail around just over his head. it's like his own little world of absolute peace, and he loves it more than he can possibly say.

of course, the room does not stay that clean. soon, there's bedsheets tossed around, pillows formed into piles and nests, dirty clothes strewn across the floor, cat toys for petra, along with her food bowls and litter box off in a corner. the wall behind his bed has become a pinboard for the art steve had gifted him throughout their moira voyage, and one of the ledges has become a bookshelf, lined with the various texts he's picked up or gotten in the mail on all the alien marine life he'd been acquiring.

come chill. look at his fish. look at him being a fucking nerd about his fish. ]

cows tho;

[ andyr has not seen an actual, live cow in person ever, at all, in his lifetime. not a single one. and these ones are freaking awesome. he knows absolutely nothing about farm life or handling livestock, but he's out there often enough, following the animals around from a safe enough distance, at first, and gradually getting closer. eventually, he'll be reaching out to try to pet them - the cows, the sheep, the horses, the chickens, whatever else ronan's brought in with them.

he might also be trying to ride a cow. not the horses - they're too huge. but the cows seem pretty chill, so he's gonna do it. please make sure he doesn't die, someone. ]

wildcard;

[ feel free to hit me up with any other scenarios. for an idea of what kind of things andyr will be up to around the house, he'll spend a lot of time finding corners to read in, staring at his fish ceiling, exploring the countryside/barns/farm area, sprawled on the couches, possibly walking around with not a lot of clothes on (particularly after showering), floating around in the fish pond, trying to ride the cows, burrowed under blankets and pillows in pynch's room probably. that's all that comes to mind at the moment, but feel free to make up a thing, or hit me up on plurk!! ]

roadblock

[unaffluent]

[ Even in such a large place, it's not hard to find Andyr. So, after a day working and then subsquently cleaning the grease and what not off before finding Andyr to join him in whatever lumpy fluff pile he'd found this time. They're still figuring it out between them but Adam's committed to it and that means seeking out time with Andyr that isn't completely and solely dependent on Ronan as the link between them. ]

Hey. You awake?

[ Adam drops down beside him, not touching him, because he's not particularly good at initiating affection so it's probably a good thing that particular rule is gone. ]

andyr's room

[deadthing]

This is like a cat paradise.

[Noah is seated cross-legged on the floor, jingling a ball to try and get Petra's attention — not easy with all those fish on the other side of the glass. They make for much more interesting prey than any plastic toy, even if they are completely out of reach. He waves the ball one more time (jingle jingle) and then tosses it across the room. Given its trajectory, there's a good chance some of Andyr's dirty laundry will catch it before the cat does.]

cows tho!!!!

[nightmarist]

[Ronan, in the process of hauling a bucket of water over to the trough, comes to a halt when he sees what looks like Andyr attempting to mount a cow. Scoffing, he sets the bucket down and makes his way over, calling out:]

You're gonna break her back, fatass.

pheshrum

[procedures]

[ The glass roof gives Alva something of a claustrophobic feel altogether, but he sees the appeal to Andyr's room when he sees the fish swimming around - it's a reminder, somewhat, of a freedom neither of them have known in a long time. Alva finds himself feeling fond about it.

He's dropped in for the first time in what feels like too long, at Andyr's invitation. They're relative neighbors on Kauto, but where Alva's chosen residence has been the very picture of minimalist practicality, the self-named St. Monmouth is... not.

Alva picks up a stray cat toy, and lets Petra climb her way up his broad back to nestle somewhere on his shoulders. ]

You should clean your room more, [ Alva reminds Andyr, in his best approximation of a fatherly tone. He fails. It's a bit hard to maintain one, considering their shared history. ]

hello again X( wildcard!!

[heisenbitch]

[ It's the dead of night, and Jesse is wide awake and unable to switch his thoughts off. Too restless to stay in his room, he had headed out into the garden for a smoke. Two smokes. Three smokes. Lighting a fourth one as soon as he flicks the butt of the third cigarette into the bushes. He had hoped maybe the guilt quietly gnawing at him about staying in this place when he doesn't for a second deserve to stay here would dissipate with some fresh air and a few smokes. It hasn't, of course, though by the time he finishes the fourth and final cigarette, listless resignation has smothered down over that quietly gnawing guilt, silencing it a little for now.

Walking barefoot across the grass towards the door leading back inside, Jesse heads through to the kitchen, in his rumpled baggy t-shirt and a pair of black satin boxers with marijuana leaves printed loudly all over them, pushing a hand through his too-long hair-- ]

--Whoa! Jesus-- [ Freezing suddenly in the kitchen at the sight of a stark naked Andyr at the fridge. He quickly looks away, eyes now wide with awkwardness, uncertain where to look. ] Uhhhhhhh. Sorry. Had no idea you were up, man.

cows;

[pillz]

[kavinsky is here.

he isn't supposed to be, probably. were said farm in a different world, a different country, with different laws, the owners and residents of this fine piece of land would be well within their rights to shoot him.

instead, he's the one with a rifle slung over his skinny back, the sun reflecting off his white arms and neck in a way that's nearly blinding; huge white sunglasses sit on the bridge of his nose. the tab is in one hand, and he's carrying a bottle of vodka in the other, the glass perspiring fiercely in the heat of the alien day.

he stops at the base of the grassy knoll, staring at the older man navigating around the cows. the corner of his mouth curls up. down again.]

Fish nerd

[unaffluent]

[ Adam has sort of avoided Andyr's room. It's sort of the way he feels like everyone should have their own space and this is Andyr's. He'd been frustrated if his room was constantly invaded by people when it's really more of his sanctuary and he hardly even sleeps there. He just goes there for quiet space to think and be alone.

He leans against the door, peering into the room at the way the light plays through the water creating fantastical designs over everything. He has no idea how Andyr would be able to sleep in here. It would drive Adam up a wall if he were trying to relax.

Skippy is pushing past him, heedless of personal space to go poke it's head at Petra curiously. ]

Hey.

Wildcard, nightmares... Sleep deprived tag cw: violence?

[unaffluent]

[They're asleep in Ronan's bed. Ronan has gotten up, likely to do farm work and it's Adam's day off so he hadn't stirred yet, though the absence of Ronan seems to steal away some of his peace.

Nightmares have never been unusual for him. This one a mixture of his father, his father attacking Ronan and then Adam's hands around Ronan's neck draining the life out of him, crying and begging him to stop him. His body is so lifeless next to Aurora's. Next to everyone Adam loves.

And it's all Adam's fault. He's crying in his sleep, pushing Andyr s body away from his own unable to quite escape the grasp of the nightmare even when he's starting to wake, heart racing mind hurdling out of control.]

nsfw - vday or whatever blah blah

[unaffluent]

[ It'd been a long day. There'd been some private time with Ronan, then shared time with Ronan and Andyr in the shower. Now, Ronan was doing farmwork he assumed and he and Andyr were sprawled over Ronan's bed, Adam's hair still damp from the shower. He hadn't bothered getting dressed. At this point, Andyr has seen his scars and he's less ashamed of showing them to him now.

He reaches to pull Andyr close to him, his leg dropping over his hip to fit their bodies close as he moves to kiss him. It's lazy for now, just a desire for contact and intimacy with him. ]

jesse pinkman | ota & feel free to wildcard!

[heisenbitch]

CLOSED TO RONAN
[ Jesse comes to a slow stop on the gravelly road and as he adjusts the strap of his pac disc on his shoulder, he looks around him, lost. The bustling Kauto metropolis he'd come from, with its claustrophobic noisiness and city smells, is far behind him; the city had melted away into lush greenery and sprawling hills when Jesse had set off towards the agricultural districts that lay beyond Region 1.

Now, deep in the heart of Region 2 somewhere, he's on a windy, deserted road cloistered in by a thick tangle of trees looming overhead. The damp coolness of the forest is heavy with the scent of moss, and Jesse is wondering if he's completely fucked up the direction he was supposed to be heading in.

Jesse looks down to fumble for his TAB. What had Ronan said the place was called? Mon…something. Swiping the screen, he brings up Ronan's message - a message he'd been dubious as hell about when he'd first received it: Ronan, with his raging phone hate boner, messaging him? - and freezes when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Jesse darts a sharp look up, and he hurriedly ducks with an exclaimed, "Whoa!" as Chainsaw swoops down low over Jesse's head in a playful, mischievous greeting.

Possibly means Ronan is nearby. Little does Jesse know that the building Ronan had dreamed up is just beyond the bend of thick trees, anyway. ]

OPEN TO MONMOUTH RESIDENTS
[ Jesse absolutely knows he doesn't deserve to be here. After Ronan left him in his room, Jesse had sat down on the plush sprawling mattress by the huge windows for a long time, listless with guilt.

For the first few days following, though, he sleeps like he hasn't slept in years. All those weeks of travelling across a desolate planet in cramped, uncomfortable tents, fear always loitering in the background whether Jesse was awake or asleep, has caught up cruelly with him. In the safe security of a building rather than camping out in the open or in caves, it's the first time in ages Jesse has felt safe enough to sleep.

He's a sleepy mess when he finally emerges from his room. His hair, which is the longest his hair has ever been, is a floppy tangle, and the t-shirt and jeans he slept in are rumpled. He wanders barefoot through the hallways, feeling like an asshole that has way overstayed his welcome as he explores his surroundings. He can't help being amazed and mystified and enthralled by what he sees, however - the vastness of the building, the rooms that burst with sprawling trees drooping with leaves, the stained glass windows.

He can be found anywhere: wandering through the rooms lined with books, inspecting the fridge in the kitchen like a sneaky, sheepish asshole while his stomach growls with hunger, maybe accidentally bursting into someone's room in an urgent effort to find the bathroom before his bladder explodes, or out in the garden standing barefoot on the grass while smoking a cigarette. ]

OPEN TO ANYONE??
[ Jesse has been here about a week, maybe more, now. He keeps telling himself he's going to leave - he really doesn't deserve to be here, and knowing Adam is living in this place, too, leaves Jesse feeling like an intruder.

He selfishly can't bring himself to give up the security of his room, though. So, when he isn't holed up in his room, he ventures out into the garden and out into the farmlands and the woods. The animals are what take his mind off things for a little while - it's where he has begun spending a lot of his time, in fact.

He can be found trying to coax a lamb to him by crouching down with a bit of food in his hand, and he can be found smiling quietly to himself while a white horse tentatively nuzzles a slice of apple from his palm, and he can be found hanging over the fence staring at the cows while twiddling a long weed between his fingers… and mooing at the cows, trying to make the cows moo back at him. Hell, maybe he'll get bored enough to even start singing to the cows. A very off-key, bored-out-of-his-mind rendition of… something.

He can be found inspecting a weird ass plant, too. He's stumbled across the thing deeper in the woods, and after having stared in curious bewilderment at it for a long several moments, he is slowly extending a finger towards one of the closed flower heads to poke it - and reels back in fright, snatching his hand away with a, "Whatthefuckaahshit!" when the thing suddenly moves and opens its jaws to reveal teeth. Like a Venus Flytrap on steroids. ]

[nightmarist]

["Keraaah!" Chainsaw announces, sweeping around Jesse in a wide circle before diving down to settle on her maker's shoulder. Ronan's standing a few yards away, having just turned past the trees. He laughs at Jesse's expense.]

I thought she might have to lead you over, but looks like you found it.

shuffling around the house idk

[deconstruct]

[ andyr'd been happy to see the jesse'd moved in with them, though unaware of whatever'd transpired between him and ronan. what he knows is jesse's a good man with a good heart who'd saved his life twice now when he really didn't have to, and is otherwise a silly shit and good company otherwise. however, he's passed out for most of the first week or so, and andyr doesn't want to strain the man more than he is, so he lets him have his peace.

when he does finally run into him during waking hours, it's in the hall, andyr having just shuffled out of either ronan or adam's room, still in his pajama pants and a loose sleep shirt, nearly running into jesse in the hall. jesse, and his fluffy mess of too long hair.

with a small grin, andyr's hands reach up, going immediately for the hazardous tangle of hair and fluffing through it, ruffling and helping the strands to stick out even more ridiculously than they had been. don't mind him, just enjoying himself. ]

post canon update and dragging back to monmouth :B

[deconstruct]

[ andyr still has bad days. he always will, likely, and he understands that. loving and being loved doesn't change that, but it does give better ways to cope with those time. it also gives more fuel for anxiety, things to worry over, new faces to see in nightmares. he dreams of ingress malfunctions. being sent back. walking through a door in monmouth and stepping into the blood stained floors of the hapsburg arenas or labs.

of ronan and adam selling him back. of jesse opening the door for them.

wakes in a panic, distrusting of the covers over him, the walls around him, the light and colors his eyes take in. like there must be some bright florescent hanging just beyond this film of reality, shining down on the sickly, yellowish tone of his skin. most nights, he'd press hands over his eyes and follow the halls he's memorized until he feels his knees bump against ronan or adam's bed frame. tonight, he can't. the darkness behind his eyelids is too much to bear, and he wanders the empty, creaking halls of monmouth like a ghost, or a wraith, something buzzing in his bones that he just can't purge.

andyr finds himself pacing into jesse's room instead, bare feet on the smooth floor, as he crouches next to the edge of his mattress, looking down at the dark circles under his eyes. jesse'd come back to the changed, something broken in him, missing. for a long few moments, he stares at the side of his face, before reaching out and giving his shoulder a shove. wake up. ]

Adam Parrish / OTA

[unaffluent]

Hermiting - here

[ Adam honestly is happy to have this space. The farm with all that it encompassed is sprawling, of course, and there are lots of places that are comfortable but having a place that's his is important -- not that he minds people in it most of the time but it still belonged to him. It's not quite as rundown as his actual room in St. Agnes but it still feels a lot like a home -- a home he'd worked hard for, even if he'd had help (unasked for).

There's a sense of peace when he's there, though. He has a bowl in there that's set up for scrying and more often than not there's an animal or two in with him as well, but he doesn't keep them confined and even if they usually prefer sticking with Adam they wander often enough.

If someone ventures in, he's either reading -- studying, really -- or doing tarot spreads. What he really wishes is for a book or something or someone that could help him become better at understanding the tarot readings, understanding his own magic. ]

Eating - here

[ After a rather long day at work where Adam had forgotten to bring lunch he beelines straight for the fridge to get out whatever is handy -- some kind of pasta. He doesn't bother heating it up as he carries it over to the table, digging in.

He's still in grease-stained clothes and his hands aren't much better off. ]

Nature - here

[ The weather is nice and so often on Adam's days off he's outside. His pets have followed him laying out in the grass or playing with each other for the time being. He's content to sit in the middle of the strange structure that he'd found one day and been instantly attached to. He always brings a book and a notebook and his tarot cards...

But most often he just sits or lays there, staring upward at the way, during the day, sun filters in in beautiful patterns. At night the light inside of it creates a warm atmosphere. He could probably fall asleep there and probably would eventually.

Most importantly, here, is where he comes to continue trying to find answers to the long-term problems faced by the fact that Ronan still thinks he's dying. Adam has to find a way to stop it. ]

Wildcard

[Feel free to do something random!]

Closed to Noah -- hope the assumptions are ok?

[unaffluent]

[ Adam had seen this pretty early on but he hasn't exactly figured out how to get on it without getting soaking wet.

Noah doesn't have that problem and it's a little bit annoying!!! ]

Okay, not everyone can just ghost teleport or whatever.

[ Maybe a running jump would suffice ]

Closed to Ronan

[unaffluent]

[ Adam makes himself at home on Ronan's bed. When it comes down to it, Ronan's bed is more like their bed. At least Adam often finds himself thinking about it like that. Even though he spends a lot of time in his own room he most often sleeps in Ronan's bed.

He's shirtless and in loose athletic pants, waiting for Ronan to come join him after finishing whatever he'd been doing that afternoon. ]

Closed to Kurt + probably Ronan later

[unaffluent]

[ Kurt's the first person that Adam's invited to St. Monmouth. In truth, he doesn't know a lot of people outside of the people that live there already but he's more than happy to see Kurt again. It feels important, somehow, to try and make some friends.

So, he's waiting at the entrance to the property for him. Before the visit is over he hopes to be able to provide him with a kitten if he still wants one too! ]

wildcaaard

[deconstruct]

[ it's some early morning when andyr's jerked awake from a dream of things too familiar, even as far away as they are now. he spends some time watching his ceiling, the way the sun shoots beams of light through the water, and fish scales shimmer in it. most times, it's enough, just space and wonder to lose himself in. this morning, not so much, so he hauls himself up and out of bed, padding around monmouth in sleep pants and a soft shirt, hair a wild mess.

ronan, he finds, is already out doing early morning farmer things. jesse's seemed very confined to himself, so andyr doesn't bother him. it's adam he finds, still curled up in bed - no work for him today.

carefully, trying to stay quiet, andyr makes his way in, pausing to scratch at skippy's ears as he passes the little lamb curled up near the bed. he tries not to wake him, crawling up onto the edge of the mattress, and curls up there, on top of the covers, but he just wants to have another body present. to be able to hear his breathing and have something that places him, moors him, in this home. not house - home - and that makes all the difference. ]

nature

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse had come across that very same strange structure the other day, a place that is away from the main building and hidden amongst the trees. Jesse had been instantly attracted to the privacy of it, the strange beauty of it, and so he is heading back there again today. All he has got with him is his smokes; all he plans to do is lounge on one of the beanbags and smoke and try to clear his head.

Of course, he see, as he heads down to the grassy path towards it, that someone else is already there. His stomach does a small churning knot when he approaches nearer and sees that it's Adam. Having been catching up on much needed sleep for the better part of almost a week, he has conveniently been able to avoid Adam... until now, it would seem. He can't very well turn around and head back to the building, either - that would make it seem like he is avoiding Adam.

So, he continues ahead, slowing down once he has reached the weird gazebo structure. He loiters there on the spot for a moment, watching Adam engrossed in... What are those things? Tarot cards? ]

Hey.

[ Quietly announcing his presence while he pushes his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans, standing just at the entrance. ]

open to all (even other residents' guests - feel free to run into him!)

[nightmarist]

the sparking tree

[Ronan doesn't set out to create this thing. His dreams get away from him, as dreams often do, and deliver fragments of memories best left buried. He dreams of sticky Henrietta summer, drugs pulsing through his veins, eruptions of flames and explosives bursting into a thousand colors.

In the real world, there's only Ronan, sprawled out on the grass asleep while his headphones thump something bass-heavy into his ears. In the twilight, it would be easy to overlook him there. That is, until there's suddenly a self-combusting tree beside him, illuminating him with a rain of sparks. The thing doesn't so much appear as it seems to have always been there, somehow unnoticed until it's noticed.

Ronan is awake, but there's nothing to indicate that beyond the tree's abrupt making. His body is paralyzed in these first few minutes. He's close enough to the tree that the sparks trickle onto him and skitter down his cheeks. Strangely enough, they don't scorch his skin. In fact, nothing appears to be catching fire, even as the tree remains a perpetual firework caught in nonstop ignition.]

the library

[What puzzles and unnerves Ronan about the library is that it isn't his own. Most of the books belong to Gansey, and the ones that don't have been inherited from Niall Lynch's collection. That isn't so strange at a glance. The strange part comes when he opens the books to find that they're all complete. Not prop replicas but real books, hundreds of thousands of pages brimming with knowledge Ronan himself couldn't possibly have known. Just like the puzzle box.

Appearances aside, he's never been an illiterate oaf. School was boring, not beyond his grasp. But on Earth, it was always Adam and Gansey tucked away with their books while Ronan was out finding or making trouble. Strange, then, for him to be found in the library now. What seemed at first like a simple shrine to Gansey's memory is now a place for Ronan to peek into his own mind.

Seated cross-legged on top of the work table, he has a great tome spread open across his lap, ancient-looking and bound in leather. This is The Red Book by Jung, a manuscript Ronan remembers his father describing, but something he's never read for himself or even laid his eyes upon. There's something chilling about turning its pages now, finding words there that must have come from somewhere beyond Ronan's own mind. The truth of it has him looking shaken, as terrified as he is exhilarated.]

ronan's bedroom

[Like the rest of St. Monmouth, Ronan's room is a mixture of memories and wishes. In terms of layout, it's a more spacious version of his room at Monmouth Manufacturing. His bed is the same, as are various bits of furniture and the posters on the wall and the enormous stereo system. These are the things belonging to the teenage exile Ronan. Other objects go back further, remnants of his childhood bedroom at the Barns. Many of these are dream things, replicas of his father's creations. Whimsical little marvels, like toy cars that play music when their wheels turn.

And then there are Ronan's newer creations, half-formed experiments in the art of reality-bending. He's seated on the floor in the middle of his room with such a creation right now, his shoulders hunched as if he means to protect the thing in his palm. Whatever it is, it's hidden from view, but it's emitting a soft pink glow between his fingers.

From the look on his face, it isn't correct. This secret he's guarding will have to be attempted again.]

sparking tree!!

[deconstruct]

[ ronan dreaming is a beautiful thing, though andyr still worries every time he watches, remembering the creature that'd crawled out and with what fierceness it'd come for him. when he finds him sprawled out in a field, with headphones thrumming, his head somewhere else entirely, leaving his body behind prone and delicate and beautiful, and settles down nearby, to keep watch. he isn't doing anything important besides, and he loves watching ronan create, so it's hardly a chore.

when the tree sparks to live, andyr's eyes it with wonder - one of the stranger, more otherworldly things he's seen ronan dream to life, but incredible all the same. there is the concern that ronan might be harmed by the sparks, and andyr initially comes closer to make sure, a hand covering his face, and touching at his cheek where some of the light had bounced off. no harm done, but he looks so serene and enchanting, dreaming like this. andyr knows he'll be awake soon, that's always the pattern, so he swings a leg over ronan's hips, straddling, with hands framing his cheeks, careful not to disturb his headphones.

softly, gently, andyr kisses him, willing him back to the world, plying at him with affection and adoration. come back to him, dreamer. ]

Daisy | OTA

[morethan084]

[Well this is definitely a lot more green than the area she lived in. Not to mention the size of this place. Jesse had mentioned roommates, but just how many did he room with?! This put Daisy’s 344 sq ft home to shame. The ride out here was nice at least. Gave her a chance to check out the different scenery.

Ever since Daisy reached out, she and Jesse had been texting on and off and this was probably a bad idea, but she was trying. Points for effort? She knew where this meeting up could lead, but Daisy was tired of being afraid of what could happen. It already happened after all, which is what caused this issue to begin with. She had been drunk, and she didn’t blame him for it at all. This was on her. They were friends before all of this and Daisy missed that.

Daisy had texted Jesse when she had arrived to let him know she was out front, but, other than that she’s just staring at the place in awe.

Honestly there was no doubt she’d be checking out the entire place, so it wouldn’t be hard to bump into her at some point. At one point Daisy is swimming in the pool, as Jesse had told her there was on here. She had managed to get a swim suit so she was definitely taking advantage of that.]

[nightmarist]

[At some point, Daisy wanders too close to the mirror tree, attracting the attention of the creature stretched lazily on his belly across one of its higher limbs. Nearly obscured by the leaves, he goes unnoticed until he starts singing:]

♫ Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops? ♫

[So angelic, especially when he hits the higher notes:]

♫ They go: "Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?" ♫

Blue Sargent | OTA

[amplifyings]

( i. outside : cellophane flowers of yellow and green )

[ Blue is sure she's been wandering outside for hours now. Not lost -- or maybe she is, by the technical definition of the word. She doesn't know exactly where she is, after all -- or looking for anything in particular, but simply exploring. There's so much to St. Monmouth that Blue's almost convinced she'll be exploring like this forever, that no matter how many times she wanders around, she'll have never covered every last square inch of the place.

And Ronan likely would have dreamt up something new by the time she had even gotten close to, anyway.

She's content with that thought, however, because today her exploring has led her to a grassy spot full of more flowers than she could have ever imagined possible in one place, where she's sitting picking one after another, creating a large pile in her lap. After a short time, she eventually starts to carefully braid the flowers together in the beginnings of a flower crown. ]

( ii. inside : images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes )

[ It's by complete accident that Blue finds this room. In search of nothing more than somewhere to sit and pass time, perhaps watch the world go by from some vantage point that wasn't the ledge of her bedroom window, she wanders into an empty space that's softly lit by strings of actual lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. It's not at all the view of the outside that she'd been originally looking for, but she doesn't much care because to Blue Sargent the otherwise undecorated room is perfect.

Standing up on the very tips of her toes, she reaches to try and touch one of the hanging lights -- she knows very well that she can't, but this doesn't stop her from trying -- before dropping to take a seat on the floor, falling backwards a few seconds after to sprawl across the open space, staring up at the lights contentedly. ]

( iii. bedroom : i'm painting the room in a colorful way )

[ The moment that Blue had wandered into the bedroom she knew that she wanted it to be hers. She had felt an immediate connection, like a memory that she didn't even know existed, Blue felt as though the room had been her's all along, waiting empty for her to arrive. Blue felt like she knew this room. (Which, admittedly, she finds to be a strange train of thought, but there's no better way she can think to describe it.)

For as perfect as the bedroom might have been, it was missing something, though. And Blue takes it upon herself to scour as many corners of St. Monmouth as she knows -- which is not very many, but explorers can't be choosers. -- for a few key things:

1. Something that will produce color.
2. Scrap pieces of cardboard.
3. Discarded pieces of literally anything.

(She very well could have just asked Ronan, but such a task required that she ask Ronan.)

With all of her findings spread across the floor, Blue's seated right in the middle of the mess doing any of the following; cutting up pieces of cardboard into various shapes, testing out every coloring utensil to see if any actually work, tearing up whatever various things she found and mix-matching them together.

Arts and crafts time, Blue Sargent style. ]

( iv. wildcard: all about the girl who came to stay )

[ whatever you want, where ever you want! hit me with your pet shark best shot. ]

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[unaffluent]

[ Adam's made his way back from work. He parked his car on the outskirts of the property like he usually does and takes the long way to St. Monmouth. He liked wandering around. It doesn't take long for Skippy and a few more animals to find him and follow him around, though by the time he comes upon Blue, it's only Skippy and Adam. ]

Hey. [ Adam greets and despite the fact he's dirty and should go take a shower before interacting with humanity he dropped down near her, legs crossing as he appraised what she was doing with a slightly raised brow. ]

Scrying stabbinating ffa

[unaffluent]

[ Adam's been practicing scrying. It's harder here. The ingress energy isn't as familiar to him as the leylines at home. It's bigger, more dangerous and when it comes down to it, Adam's still not sure what he's doing, what exactly he's searching for.

There's fragments, some familiar, most not. He's not sure how to learn how to communicate, how to understand this.

Each time he goes, he's taking longer, it's harder to get back out. He tries to scry when he's alone, not wanting to explain himself or what he's doing or why he's doing it.

But he needs to get a better grip on it if he's going to help Ronan, that's all he knows.

So, you've probably found him outside under a tree or in the weird canopied place or in one of the smaller rooms around St. Monmouth, holding the edges of a scrying bowl and you should probably get him to snap out of it before, you know, his soul detaches from his body forever. ]

[deadthing]

[When Noah stumbles across Adam clutching the bowl, eyes vacant and unblinking, he panics. Of course he panics. He's seen this before, how easily Adam slipped away and was almost lost to them forever. And he has no idea how long he's been gone this time, only that he's still alive, so there's a chance.]

Adam. Adam!

[--No, that won't work. He has to do something. He looks around frantically, wishing someone else were here to take charge. His hands flutter, reaching for Adam and pulling back. Then he screws up his courage, reaches out again, and slaps Adam as hard as he can.]

spoilers: everybody dies

[nightmarist]

( Continued from here. )

[Ronan escapes into his dreams because it feels impossible to keep existing in the waking world, waiting for things to happen instead of doing them. But it is, admittedly, not the most brilliant idea he's ever had.

Because the universe inside his mind can only maintain itself with careful balance, and now Ronan comes rushing into it like an atom bomb of emotion. The fact of Gansey's death overpowers even Ronan's desire to restore him. Instead of being able to focus on what he must do, he spirals around this knowledge - Gansey is dead Gansey is dead - and the dream decays around him.

Two hours pass.

Ronan doesn't wake up.]

[disentombs]

[Gansey sits holding Ronan and waits.

What could Ronan possibly be doing in there? His head was a terrifying place for Gansey to fathom after seeing some of the results of his dreams/nightmares. How well could he possibly be faring after being told his best friend is dead?

But still he waits.

And when he looks at his watch and exactly two hours have passed, Gansey leans Ronan gently against the wall beside him to keep him propped without Gansey's support. He's given you enough time.

Gansey shakes him by a shoulder. Hard. Voice not bothering to whisper.]

Hey, Lynch, time to wake up.