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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[This may be the first time anyone has ever appreciated Ronan's music as much as Ronan does. Not even Noah gets this excited about it. A surprised laugh escapes Ronan as he watches Jesse lose his shit. It doesn't bother him that the bass is loud enough to rattle the windows. In Ronan's opinion, that's exactly how music ought to be enjoyed.

Even if he spoke now, he wouldn't be audible, so Ronan simply settles onto the edge of the bed and carries on watching Jesse.]

[ Jesse experiements with the equalisers, the treble, the bass, until he's got the music pounding just how he likes it: with so much bass, the subwoofer is vibrating on the floor. A drop building up in the song, Jesse turns to Ronan, face alight with raptness, and flings his hands in an utterly wangsta gesture the moment the drop hits like it's the sickest drop he's ever heard. Hell, yeah!

This may possibly be the most excited and stoked Jesse has been since he and Ronan blew up that bunch of debris with dream fireworks. ]

[This is the reason Ronan invited Jesse here. Of the numerous discoveries they've made about each other, Ronan's favorite thing about Jesse is that they share the same desire to party. He laughs again as Jesse throws up that ridiculous gangster sign, reminded of all the best parts of Kavinsky with none of the heartache.]

[ Ronan laughing makes Jesse laugh. He likes it when Ronan laughs, and he likes it even more when he is the one who draws that laughter out of him. For the next several moments, Jesse acts like a partying dickhead, thrilled by the music, utterly forgetting for the moment any guilt he has about Ronan doing all this shit for him. God, Badger and Skinny Pete would think this was whack, in the best possible way. They'd want to party, get down, get high, and man, Jesse suddenly misses them both terribly. Combo, too. Especially Combo.

Jesse doesn't let himself dwell on that. Instead, struck with an idea, he darts back to the sound system and cranks down the volume down just low enough so Ronan can hear him. ]

You know what this means, right? We gotta throw a party, yo! Put this baby to use! Housewarming or whatever. Think Adam'd be up for that? And whoever else might be living here?

[ Might be a good way to put any weirdness behind them, too. And make it easier for Adam having some guy he doesn't know living here? An icebreaker of sorts? What teenage boy doesn't like to party, right?? ]

I think Adam would absolutely hate that idea.

[Ronan doesn't mean to be cruel about it. It's the honest truth, though. Adam hates Ronan's music, and he hates alcohol, and he hates just about everything else that would go into a house party thrown by Ronan Lynch. The fact is, Adam always hated everything about Ronan - tastes included - and Ronan knew it. Theirs is an attraction that logically should have remained one-sided. Probably would have, if not for a certain magical accident.]

But, I mean, it can always be a party in here.

Aww, come on. For real?

[ It's an incredulous exclamation. Adam would hate that idea?! Why? He's with Ronan, isn't he? Ronan, the guy who has no qualms about getting high and who constantly reeks of booze and who finds a euphoric thrill in doing reckless, stupid shit? Jesse automatically assumed, based on the fact that Adam is with him, that he had some kind of reckless, partying side to him underneath his withdrawn quietness.

Well. Jesse tilts his head with his brows now raised at Ronan and a skeptical wry twist of his mouth. ]

And here I was, thinking your other half was as much of a party animal as you are. Nothing more fun than kicking back and getting shredded with your koolaid, y'know? Figured he'd totally be into that, being with you and all. Ah, man. That blows.

[ Jesse faces back to the sound system, stretching a hand out for the volume dial to crank it back up. ]

Guess it is just gonna have to be us, then, huh? Assuming he's gonna be alright with that.

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

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