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

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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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[ Nah, he's about to reply, I woulda found my way there eventually... But what Daisy goes on to say next brings Jesse's attention to the fact that they are, in fact, still standing at the front door. Awkward as hell with each other, no less. Jesse looks up quickly at her. ]

Shit, sorry. Yeah, 'course. Come in. [ And he takes a step back to let her through the door, turning on the spot to look into the house with a gesturing hand. ] Check it out. If you think it's impressive out there, just wait 'til you see inside.

[Stepping past him, Daisy turns around once she's inside. Yeah. This place is huge and open. She liked that.]

Isn't this where you're supposed to say 'Welcome to my Crib'?

[Daisy looked up at the ceiling to see even more lights hanging from it.]

They really like their lighting.

[ It's a bizarre place, really - not quite a church, not quite a factory, but somehow managing to look like both at the same time. With surreal, dreamlike details interspersed with religious looking stained glass windows and industrial looking metallic doors. It's eclectic, to say the absolute least. Like fragments of someone's mind has been poured out into decorating the place.

As he's leading the way, he turns around to face Daisy, walking backwards towards the sweeping staircase. There's a grin on his face. ]

My crib's upstairs, yo. Makes sense to save the welcome message for that, don't it?

[Even though she's taking it all in, Daisy's keeping pace with him instead of going off into the corners with all the smaller pieces that collectively made this place look so interesting.

Watching out for him that he didn't trip at the edge of the stairs, Daisy let out a laugh.]

Saving the best for last?

[Oh god. Why did she say that?

~~Because she wanted to.~~]

Better not be a complete let down.

[ Saving the best for last? Maybe. If that's where she wants to go. The thought that she might drills that hopefulness a little deeper into him. ]

Guess I better save it for last so you can be the judge of that yourself.

[ He assumes that's not where she wants to head straight away, though - or maybe not even at all, for that matter - so he continues: ]

Want a grand tour? Or something to drink? Or eat, maybe?

Actually? Yes.

[She's not sure where the kitchen is exactly though, so obviously he'd have to lead the way.

Daisy honestly felt better seeing that he seemed to be happy here.]

As long as it's not a baby lamb.

[ A sarcastic look at Daisy. ]

Do I seriously look like the kinda guy who'd go hunting baby lambs?

[ Come on, look at that innocent grin, Daisy. He turns around to continue walking forward, taking a detour from the staircase to lead the way to the kitchen. ]

What're you in the mood for?

You don't hunt lambs, Jesse.

[Clearly she's amused by this though as she follows him towards the kitchen.]

Food? I have no idea. Honestly? Anything is good.

Well, we got, like... [ Rounding into the kitchen, he moves straight to the fridge. ] A crap tonne of pizza.

[ Jesse opens the fridge door for Daisy. And, 'lo and behold, there are four large pizza boxes with 'Nino's' printed on them on one shelf, a few more large pizza boxes on another shelf. A heap of beer in the fridge, too, along with other junk food.

He turns a look onto Daisy, eyebrows raised. Pizza? ]

Hmmm...

[As if there were so many options and Daisy was debating what to choose.]

You know what? Pizza sounds really good. Beer too, if you're having one.

Totally. What's pizza without beer, right?

[ Said as he pulls out a couple of bottles, one of which he hands to Daisy. ]

Sad pizza.

[Leaning against the counter, Daisy reached over for the beer. Although she didn't open it just yet.

It felt like the moment she forgot about the shit she pulled with him she's reminded all over again. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, Daisy played with the bottle cap of the beer.]

So you like it here?

[ After pulling out a bix of pizza, Jesse nudges the fridge shut with his elbow and takes the box over to the bench, by where Daisy is standing.

He thinks over her question for a second. Does he like it here? Well, aside from the guilt that gnaws at him that he really isn't deserving of Ronan's kindness? ]

Yeah. Yeah, I do. The other guys that live here are pretty cool. And I mean... just look at this place, man. How could anyone not like it here? Sure beats being stuck on a spaceship or camping in shitty tents on deserted alien planets for weeks on end.

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[Leaning forward on her elbows, Daisy turned a little so she was half facing Jesse.]

Well, I mean, it's pretty quiet out here...

[She isn't used to quiet. At all.]

But at least there's actually grass, right?

Grass. Animals. Running water.

[ As opposed to having to severely ration water and barely shower for almost a month. ]

Yeah.

[Daisy laughed, finally twisting off the cap and taking a swig.]

I took so many showers when I finally got to my place. I actually ran out of hot water.

How long is the pizza going to take?

[ Jesse lets out a small laugh. He can relate, re: showering. He took the longest damn shower when he first settled into Monmouth.

As for the pizza, though... ]

Depends if you want cold pizza. 'Cause, I mean... [ He flips the lid open. It's a whole pizza, like someone had bought it from a pizzeria and stuffed it untouched in the fridge. ] Help yourself, yo.

What am I? A savage?

[Obviously she's kidding because she's reaching for a slice of the pizza. Daisy took a bite before asking:]

Where is there even a pizzeria around here?

Uhh... [ A deliberately conversational "uhh". Jesse is quickly wracking his brain for a lie to explain the pizzas without divulging Ronan's dream secrets. ] I dunno. The guys're the ones who bring the pizzas home. I just eat it.

[ A pause, then a little tentatively: ]

We can take the pizza and beers up to my room if you want. Unless you're cool with hanging out here. [ A quick caveat to add to that: ] Though, I oughta warn you: one of the guys who lives here? Totally walks around the house in the buff, like, all the time.

So you're just the moocher.

[Isn't she just so hilarious?. Folding her pizza so she could get her first slice quicker, Daisy was glad that her mouth was full so she couldn't really let her expression take over.

They could just hang out in his room without it leading anywhere, right? After all, of all the times they've hung out only one time did they actually hook up.

Downside: She wants it to happen again.]

What? Like he's a nudest?

[She's still debating which is why she doesn't answer that just yet.]

[ The moocher comment just gets a dry Look. If only Daisy knew how much of a moocher Jesse actually does feel like he is, with how much Ronan has done for him. ]

More like he just literally doesn't care who sees his dick. He walks around half the time like he's Dirk Diggler all up in here. Just, y'know, minus the massive cock.

Massive huh? So you've looked?

[Okay come on, that was too easy. She had to.]

[ He walked right into that one, didn't he? He drops his head back with exasperation. It's not without an equally exasperated little laugh, though. ]

Oh, my god, why do I ever tell you anything?

I have no idea.

[She's so amused right now and it's pretty damn obvious.]

We can go eat in your room though, if his 'massive cock' bothers you that much.

I said minus the massive cock. Minus. [ Which is just digging him in further, really. A hand quickly smearing down his face with a sheepish laugh of dismay. ] Oh, my god, you know what? Whatever. My room it is, then.

[ Still laughing, he reaches for the pizza box to flip the lid shut again. ]

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