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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[ The answer doesn't really tell Adam much and doesn't quite sit with him right. He doesn't look at Jesse. He's doing his best impression of Ronan, attempting to seem disinterested. ]

He's full of surprises. [ Adam says, voice soft as he keeps his attention on his cards. His life would probably be a bit easier if he would learn to ask questions instead of speculating and making assumptions.

He's not sure at all what to make about Jesse but being around him isn't something that he finds particularly comfortable now even though he still remembers when he was someone who had provided him comfort before -- even if a small amount. The world's fucking funny and small that way. ]

Yeah. Guess that's one way to put it.

[ And then, another momentary lapse of silence. Jesse watches Adam for that moment. He gnaws briefly on his bottom lip, restlessly ruminating. ]

He's a cool guy. Y'know, once you get past the whole dramatic morbid weirdo factor.

Yeah. [ A brief pause. ] That is one of the reasons I'm dating him.

[ He's not sure why he says it. He doesn't have any specific reason to want to mark his territory around Jesse but there he is. ]

[ Aaaawkward. And takes Jesse a little off-guard because why would Adam point that out? Also the whole concept of guys dating is usually a thing he might make some homophobic remark about. Not that Jesse gives any of the above away. His foot does a brief restless jiggle while he's still watching Adam, though, never able to quite sit completely still without fidgeting in some way.

Jesse knows the reason why Adam is dating Ronan, too. Ronan had told him, about the whole sacrifice thing and the souls connecting thing. Information he gets the distinct feeling Adam wouldn't want him privy to. ]

The other reason being he can pull crazy shit out of his dreams, huh?

[ Attempting to make that remark sound light-hearted and a little joking. ]

[ Adam still hasn't really looked directly at Jesse. Maybe if he did he'd come to some realization about why he makes him feel so uncomfortable and off. He'd had that same weird sense around other people but he isn't sure what it means since in each case the results and reasons had ended up vastly different.

Maybe he's just too in his own head. ]

Something like that.

[ Far too serious an answer for a rather silly question. But it's a bit true. Cabeswater had changed something for them. ]

[ ...Okay. Maybe he should have just left Adam to it. Maybe it's because he is hyper-aware of his own culpability, but Jesse is getting a pretty distinct sense here that maybe Adam doesn't want him around. He looks up, studying the branches crisscrossing overhead, an awkward beat of silence passing between Adam and himself. ]

I mean, look at this place, yo... [ Gaze wandering out to the gardens beyond the weird tree gazebo thing. ] It's like Alice In Wonderland on crack. Candy growing on plants, mirrors growing in trees... Keep waiting for the Mad Hatter to show up, all, y'know, "Where's the tea, bitch?"

[ Lolling his head, he settles his attention back on Adam. ] Guessing this is the kind of weird shit Ronan pulls outta his dreams back where you're from, too, huh?

[ Adam shakes his head ever so slightly. It's different back home. This is bigger, more. Ronan had mentioned that this energy source is something more than back home. This is bigger than Cabeswater... ]

It was never anything so extravagant and big.

[ A small, thoughtful snort. ]

Guess being in space means he can let his imagination go wild, huh? Pull loads of energy from the Ingress or wherever it is he pulls it from. Create a whole fantasy land for everyone to hang out in.

[ Adam shakes his head again. He doesn't think that's quite true even if it seems like what Ronan did. He thinks that there's a danger to it. Perhaps, Ronan should be more careful. He should probably tell him that.

And who knows when their demon will be back. ]

There's always a cost.

A cost? Like...?

[ Jesse hasn't forgotten the first time he walked in on Ronan dreaming. How Ronan had lain on the floor, how the packs of cigarettes he'd bargained Ronan in exchange for the booze Ronan had wanted had suddenly materialised in his palms, and the blood that had appeared just as suddenly all down his arms. Almost like some kind of strange blood sacrifice.

That was just for cigarettes, though. Monmouth is far bigger, far more elaborate, sprawling, intricate. ]

The whole demon thing?

[ Because Jesse knows about that, too, even if he doesn't really understand it. ]

[ Adam's face falls a little at the outright mention of the demon. He doesn't want to talk about it, really. It feels like he might invite it back somehow if he does and he's terrified of it for even more than the fact that it's trying to kill Ronan.

It's the how it might try to kill Ronan that really gets to him. ]

Yeah, I guess. [ How does Jesse know so much really? ]

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