thisavrou_log | 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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Is he?

[Daisy had learned pretty quickly not to believe everything he said.]

Well then I hope you made it really gross for him.

[She thought about asking how he was doing but she doubted he wanted to talk about that.]

Why are you up there anyway?

[It's probably obvious enough that he's doing much better.]

Why are you down there? The view's much better up here.

Good point.

[It's been a long time since she's climbed a tree but she immediately starts climbing up it.]

I guess if it can hold your weight, it can hold mine.

[Ronan hadn't actually expected her to join him, so he looks both surprised and delighted when she begins her ascent.]

Yeah, you weigh like three pounds. I think it can handle it.

[She probably could've used her power to get up the tree faster but where was the fun in that?

Finally settling on a branch a few feet lower than his as it looked the sturdiest, Daisy moved to lean against the trunk of the tree.]

Okay. This is a pretty cool view. It's weird to see actual grass. Well, space grass.

[Ronan rests his chin on his hands, looking out over the farm.]

Yeah. The first thing I did when I got here was roll around in it. I never thought I'd see this much green again.

Neither did I.

[She had heard about others moving into tree houses. Now she could see why.]

Not that Manhattan is very green.

Greener than the fucking spaceship, at least.

[Ronan Lynch is not made for cities, but he's even less made for confinement aboard a hunk of metal floating in space. He wants to die with grass against his cheek and the smell of rain in the air.]

You're pretty good at climbing trees for a city girl.

Had practice in Central Park.

[She often went over there just to get out of the orphanage. It was so easy to lose yourself in there, you could easily forget you were in a city.]

Tried in a local park at first but those trees are flimsy, plus the nuns would always scold me.

[She says that like it couldn't possibly sound like a very odd sentence.]

[It doesn't sound odd to him.]

Catholic school?

No. Thank God.

[Daisy laughs at how sacrilegious that was.]

Catholic orphanage.

You're an orphan.

[He is so sensitively noting that out loud.]

Dead parents or shitty parents?

[Can you her the fun being sucked out of the air? Honestly, her mistake for bringing it up in the first place.]

Both.

The ol' double-whammy.

[He drapes his arm down, and it ought to be in fist-bump range if she's so inclined.]

Orphan bros. Put it here.

[Daisy's a bit surprise by the gesture, but she does reach up to half ass bump fists with him.]

What about you?

[As in, are his parents dead or assholes?]

[If Ronan sounds dead inside, that's because he is.]

My dad was murdered. My mom's in a coma.

[Or... an enchanted sleep that's only lifted when she's in Ronan's enchanted dream forest. "Coma" isn't totally inaccurate, though.]