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

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.]

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[ 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.

[ andyr's sleeping schedule tends to always be some kind of off, half due to no longer being strictly regulated with it, and half because of nightmares or too light sleeping. the house, as much as andyr loves it, is still very new, and sometimes feels too large. he'd been too restless tonight, so he'd gone for a shower, and after that, because andyr's stomach is a blackhole, something to eat. given the fact 1, he assumes most of the others are asleep and 2, the one most likely to be up (ronan) has already seen him naked and 3, andyr just doesn't particularly care about his own nudity, so long as no one's touching him, here he is. bare assed, in front of the fridge, pulling out a roll of cookie dough. and here's jesse, near on shrieking at him.

typically, andyr's an easy person to read, and wears whatever's going on in his head on his sleeve, but when he wants to, he's capable of going for complete blank, and that's what jesse's getting directed at him, as he stands there with his cookie dough, stark naked, head of wet hair tilted at the man. while, internally, this is fucking hilarious, and he's about to be a douche by making it worse. ]

It's cool. Just grabbing food. Want some? [ holding out the tube of cookie dough. come on, jesse, come closer to your bare assed buddy. ]

[ Yeeaahhh, okay. This is awkward. This is really awkward. Jesse's hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, and he makes the mistake of letting his eyes stray over to Andyr, where he cops a full-frontal view of Andyr facing him in all his naked glory. Jesse quickly snaps his wide eyes away. ]

Uhhhh. [ Wringing his hand against the back of his neck in a massaging squeeze. ] Nahhh. Nah, it's cool, yo. It's-- I'll just let you get back to your... thing... or whatever...

[ Except to leave the kitchen, he's got to walk pretty much directly past Andyr and his free willy, so Jesse winds up... just loitering there on the spot, shifting a little uncomfortably, no idea where to let his eyes settle. ]

[ he's definitely aware that he's blocking jesse's path out of the kitchen, and definitely not moving to make this easier, because watching jesse squirm is almost as funny as listening to Nick bitch when he'd had the same habit in their room on the Moira. maybe even more so. nick at least would say it out loud, but jesse's just having an internal panic. this is probably mean, but whatever, andyr never claimed to be a nice person. ]

You okay, man? [ andyr's questioning in his Totally Innocent voice, as he sucks some cookie dough off his thumb, shifting to set his weight on one leg, hip push out some. ] Seem kinda tense. Want something else? I think there's beer or something in here too.

[ pointing at the fridge again, as he arches a bit to look around. ]

[ Oh, my god. Way to make this worse, Andyr!! Jesse's hand stays anchored to the back of his neck, uneasily squeezing and rubbing it, and when Andyr decides to be a massive smug dick and play innocent, even offering Jesse a beer, Jesse drops his hand away to his side and lets his head fall back with an agonised sigh.

Oh, my god, Andyr. You know what? Fine. Jesse finally turns his attention onto Andyr, defiantly trying to ignore being utterly confronted by Andyr's dick just hanging there. He fixes Andyr with a pointed "you're a total asshole" look.

In fact, he retorts: ]

You're an asshole.

[ welp, the ruse is up, and andyr's not that fantastic of a liar anyway, so there's a wide grin that gradually pulls across his lips, clearly guilty of exactly that. being a total asshole. ]

Come on, you're too easy.

[ andyr snorts, reaching into the fridge again for one of those beers, plus a bottle of water. the beer gets slid down the counter in jesse's direction, to save him from having to get too close to andyr and his nakedness, which he's still snickering about. he does, though, at least move to the edge of the counter, to hide what's below his hips as he leans against it. ]

Seriously, though? You've seen half my insides, but it's my dick that bothers you? [ andyr snorts, prying the water bottle open and taking a deep swig from it, throat working. not willing to do anything more in the name of modesty besides leaning against the counter. ]

[ Jesse quickly brings his hands up and smears them down his face in exasperation. Yeah, okay, maybe he is too easy, but fuck you, Andyr. His hands fall away and hang at his sides while he sets his attention back on Andyr with a dry look on his face. ]

That's 'cause it's your dick, yo.

[ Duh. ]

So? [ andyr snorts, shrugging. ] Half the population's got one, that's not news to you, right?

[ but the cold of the room is starting to get to him, a chill shooting through him, made all the worse by the metal embedded in his skin - the worst kind of cold, like it's crawling around under his skin. so, he turns away, murmuring something about pants, but ends up finding a stray blanket instead. it's tugged up over his back, rather than wrapped around his hips, but the blanket's long enough that the ends at least hang low enough in the front to cover his junk up.

sadly, his ass is still about half hanging out. ] Is it an ancient culture thing? Like that word you like saying? [ 'faggot', he means. ]

[ A blanket is better than nothing. In fact, now Andyr is covered up, Jesse moves, a little reluctantly, towards the bench and he swipes up the beer with that same dry look still fixed right on Andyr. Although, maybe not as dry now, with Andyr having off-handedly brought up the state Jesse had found him in the first time they ever met.

He cracks his beer open and tosses the cap onto the counter. ]

It's an unspoken guy rule, yo: don't walk around with your dick out.

[ At least, back in Jesse's largely homophobic world, anyway. ]

[ andyr tends to off-handedly mention a lot of morbid or gross things, it's just how he rolls. be around sometime when he's on the "eyeballs feel kind of like grapes" talk. what doesn't seem to compute to him is this aggressive horror at seeing another guy naked, like he's some kind of monk. is it the same for boobs, or vaginas?

there's a moment andyr stands there, at the still open fridge, contemplating how he feels about the unspoken guy rule, with a frown, before he shrugs. ]

Someone should tell doctors that. [ because he's been naked so many times in medical facilities that it's most of the reason why he hardly cares much about it now. he's also murdered a lot of people naked, as consequence, so it's sort of hard to feel ill at ease when you go bloodbathing in your birthday suit. more things jesse probably wouldn't want him to bring up, so andyr keeps it to himself. ]

Why? [ andyr is that five year old that's going to ask 'okay but why' for the next five minutes. ]

[ 'Why'? Jesse can't really grasp the thought that guys might be a-ok with wandering around each other butt naked. ]

Uhhhhh, 'cause guys generally don't wanna look at each other's dicks? [ Again: duh. ] Unless you're, like, super homo, I guess?

[ a slow, part devious kind of smirk rolls across andyr's lips. yeah, he's pretty homo. more homo than he is straight, though his sex drive tends to be quiet as a mouse and he's not one to go checking out dicks much, he supposes it still applies. not really why he doesn't care about being naked as hell, but.

there's something more fun to be had in that. ]

In 3451, there are no women. Just gay dudes having butt babies with gay dudes. [ said with a completely straight face, head shaking like this is something jesse ought to know. ] Dicks everywhere. The South's flag is just a giant red, white and blue cock.

[ The deviousness in that small smirk is totally giving you away, Andyr. Not to mention that whole stupid anecdote. ]

So, the future is dicks, is it? Just dicks everywhere? [ A swig of his beer. ] Don't sound a whole lot different to 2009, yo. The whole country's run by a buncha dicks. Hell, the whole world is run by a bunch of 'em.

[ And because Jesse isn't actually all that annoyed, even if he was kind of humiliated by being confronted by Andyr's free-swinging cock, because he finds it pretty impossible to be annoyed by Andyr, he dryly jokes as he sets his beer down on the counter: ]

Guess that explains the whole flower girl thing, though. Being constantly surrounded by a buncha queers.

[ A brief quirk of a joking smile crossing his lips. ]

[ a foot lifts up from his blankie poncho, giving the fridge door a kick closed, after replacing what's left of the cookie dough, and andyr snorts a laugh for the flower girl bit. not for the reasons jesse probably thinks, but it's amusing nonetheless. ]

Yeah, and they finally proved buttsex is contagious. No cure at all, just gotta keep getting your queer on or get to a nunnery.

[ after another swig from his water bottle, andyr settles against the edge of the counter, near jesse, and leans in, voice all conspiratorial. ]

So, you know, between me, Ronan and Adam, you might be a little screwed, Jesse.

[ ahhaaaa. geddit. screwed.

also, your bff with his ass half hanging out of a blanket right here is, actually, no joke, gay as fuck, and you should probably stop calling him a queer. (well, mostly gay, but that's getting into kinsey scale and jesse probably doesn't know what that is). ]

[ Jesse watches Andyr approach a little nearer. Yeah, Jesse is well aware of how gay this whole situation is, with Andyr's naked ass half-visible under the lopsided blanket, and the mere fact that Jesse is living in a household with a bunch of faggots. When Andyr conspiratorially tells him he's screwed, Jesse lets his head fall back in defeat with a dry, long-suffering sigh. ]

Greeeeat. Guess it's all over for me, then, huh?

[ Is this making him just a liiiiittle uncomfortable that he has ventured into Gay Land himself, not once, but twice? Maybe just a little. Maybe a lot. Jesse had said to Ronan at the time "just go with what feels good" like he was some kind of gay pro, but that had been in the heat of the moment. The sexuality crisis had kind of come into effect after the fact.

Lowering his head to look down at his beer, he picks it up from the bench with a "well, then" raise of his brows. ]

Seriously can't believe I'm having this conversation.

[ Andyr's watching him with his chin propped on a hand, brows raised, looking amused as all fuck, but when it starts to look more like jesse's having a more awkward time with himself than andyr intends to subject him to, he straightens up, rolling his eyes. ]

God, fine, I'll put clothes on. Don't have a meltdown, you archaic grandpa.

[ because that's exactly how jesse sounds to him with all this fuss about Catching The Gays, but it's better than him being offended, as that's not a thing anyone wants to witness, and it usually ends in broken bones. there are definitely names he could be called to get him there, but none of them have to do with who he has sex with. ]

For the record, it's got nothing to do with liking dudes. [ andyr's clarifying, as he rounds the corner out of the kitchen, into the nearby laundry room, digging through a pile of clean clothes from something to pull on quickly. ] It's just comfortable. Clothes feel way too clingy on damp skin and everybody knows it.

[ that, and, after the first 50 times of having to strip down in front of a bunch of old dudes in lab coats, he's desensitized. ]

[ Andyr's eyeroll and 'archaic grandpa' insult has Jesse instantly defending himself: ]

Look, I'm just not used to guys wandering around in the buff like it's no thing, okay?! [ His hands come up to gesticulate and emphasise his defense of himself along with his words. ] You don't gotta be a dick about it.

[ Guess it's something Jesse is going to have to get used to, though. Maybe, eventually, he will. Right now, though? This is so not something Jesse is used to, just as much as he's not used to the idea of living in a house with a bunch of gay guys.

Considering how homophobic Jesse can be, he's doing pretty well, okay, Andyr?! ]

[ andyr's still digging for a pair of his own clothes, all mixed in with ronan's and adam's, as he continues the conversation through the wall, or around the corner. ]

What, you never been in a locker room? [ even before the houses, andyr'd been in sports at school, and that had been a fairly regular thing. maybe things were different in the 2000s, so really, it's a genuine question. ] Relax, it's fine. I'm just giving you shit.

[ sadly, the only thing andyr finds in the clothes pile is the outfit he'd stumbled through the ingress with - the thin, scifi medical scrubs he wore every day, the top a loose thing with a zippered closure down the back, over his spine, with 'hapsburg' printed on the right side of the front, and across the shoulders on the back. but if nothing else, they're comfortable, and easy to sleep in. he's tugging the shirt on over his head, as he rounds the corner, wandering back into the kitchen, with a hand pushing at drying hair to get it out of his eyes. he needs a haircut. ]

You're not gonna catch Queer just from seeing someone naked, anyway. [ snatching up his water bottle again, andyr wanders to the table and flops down in a chair, slouching back. ]

[ Jesse relaxes just a little with Andyr out in the laundry room fetching something to put on. Hell, even just a pair of boxers, man. A towel, even, yo.

Of course, what Andyr comes out wearing instead... Jesse turns his head to look at him, brows raising a little at the hospital scrubs while mid-chug of his beer. He swallows and sets his bottle down with a brief lick of his lips. ]

Yeah, okay, I get it. I'm just gonna have to get used to you parading around in your birthday suit, seeing we both live here. [ Jesse already knows that's just going to have to be a thing, whether he likes it or not. ] As for locker rooms, I always cut gym class, so.

[ A "so, there" shrug. ]

[ a light laugh leaves him, andyr shaking his head, as he watches the night out of one of the far windows - ronan's little firefly lights meandering around in the fields and gardens. if he'd noticed jesse giving him the raised brow, he doesn't make any comment of it. ]

Just after showers. [ he doesn't actually strip down just to parade around naked - only if he's already that way for one reason or another, and considering he sleeps fully clothed, and spends most days with a hoodie pulled over the ports on his back, it's only the hour or so before or after a shower each day. jesse just has terrible timing.

but, because he's not interested in making a friend actually uncomfortable, he adds on - ] I'll start wearing towels.

[ keep the offensive bits covered up, if it'll help jesse sleep better at night. ]

Look, whatever, man. [ He brings his hands up in relenting surrender. ] You live here just as much as I do. Just like Ronan and Adam do. So, y'know, if I gotta get used to the cockfest 'round here, that's just the way I'm gonna have to roll.

[ Dropping his hands, he reaches for his beer. ]

I mean, it ain't like anyone's making me live here or anything. So, y'know. Only fair I just get used to it, right? Just do whatever it is you normally do and I'll deal.

[ A sip of his beer, before setting the bottle back down. He peers down at it, fidgeting briefly with the bottle. ]

Besides. Like you said. I've seen you in way worse states than you walking around with your dick hangin' out.

[ andyr gives jesse a face, because stop being so accommodating when he was literally streaking in the house. slowly streaking, but the concept stands, okay? ]

Yeah, but we want you to live here. [ cohabitation isn't a one-sided thing, unless you're an asshole. ] Just makes sense I'd want you to be comfortable.

[ finishing off his bottle of water, andyr crunches the plastic in his hand, and then makes a basketball throw for the trashcan. ]

Decision's made. [ andyr tells him, sounding official, as he stands up from the chair, back straight. ] Tell me to be naked again and I'll start thinking you just wanna see it.

[ which is a joke, but also something he's assuming will shut jesse up about it. ]

Edited 2017-02-18 17:25 (UTC)

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

hello again X( wildcard!!

gjfkfsa CRIES JESSE PLS :'3

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