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

[nightmarist]

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.]

Comments

[morethan084]

Unless you're trying to kill me, is it that successful?

[nightmarist]

The day ain't over yet.

[morethan084]

Oh so you just lured me up here to push me off. Is that it?

[Obviously she wasn't actually afraid of him.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan hums thoughtfully and shifts around until he's sitting up. Then he hooks his legs around the thick branch and flops backwards, deftly hanging upside down. This brings him just about face-to-face with her, though he's now upside-down.]

You'd probably just break a leg.

[morethan084]

[Oh. Hello.

Daisy gives him a look when he figured out how this would pan out if he pushed her off.]

Not likely.

You know, this is reminding me of Spider-Man right now, minus the rain and suit.

[nightmarist]

[Minus the heterosexuality, too. Ronan wrinkles his nose in an expression that can only be read as disgust. No offense, Daisy.]

You should watch better movies.

[morethan084]

[A smile crept onto her lips before she busted out laughing.]

C'mon. Don't pretend like your taste in movies is any better. You know Britney Spears by heart.

[nightmarist]

What does that have to do with movies?

[He knows a lot of things by heart. Like everything that ever existed. Somehow.]

[morethan084]

Well have you seen Crossroads?

[nightmarist]

No?

[Not to his knowledge.]

[morethan084]

How can you sing Britney's songs and not have seen that disaster of a movie?

[nightmarist]

[Easily?]

I listen to the radio and I don't watch shitty movies.

[morethan084]

But shitty movies are fun. I'd totally force you to watch it, if it existed here.

[nightmarist]

Such a terrible, terrible shame it doesn't.

[He sits up as easily as if gravity didn't exist at all, putting those killer abs to work, and reorients himself properly on his branch.]

[morethan084]

I've got other shitty movies with me though. Well, not with me. My laptop is at home, but we totally need to watch some of them.

[She was wondering when he was going to do that, because she was getting a head rush just looking at him like that.]

[nightmarist]

Only if I'm allowed to make fun of them the whole time.

[Ronan peers over, then hops down off his branch and onto the one beside Daisy's. It's sturdy enough, but it sways dangerously under his feet. He grabs hold of another, though, before he's even in danger of falling off. He's basically been as agile as a monkey his whole life.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy immediately reaches for the base of the tree when the branch she's sitting on sways.

Alright show off.]

Duh. Where's the fun in watching them if you can't mock them?