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.]

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[nightmarist]

[The bottle never empties, so there's plenty to share. Ronan hands it over without protest or hesitation. God knows she needs it.

This conversation always seems harder for someone else to hear than it is for him to tell. Maybe that's typical, but he suspects it's due in large part to the fact that he's accepted his fate by now. He knows exactly what the moment of his death will feel like and he knows the inevitability of it.]

Is your room okay? I could bring you anything that's missing.

[This will be the first Blue's lived with them. Ronan has no idea what a girl needs to feel comfortable.]

[amplifyings]

[ Blue takes the bottle and takes a long swig from it -- which is something that she immediately regrets because unlike Ronan, she doesn't have much of a taste for liquor. Much less whiskey. Her eyes shut tightly together and entire face scrunches up as the liquid burns the back of her throat all the way down to her chest, causing her to hiss softly before swallowing down another mouthful.

Which ends up being no more pleasant than the one before it, and she all but shoves the bottle back toward Ronan. ]

Jesus. How do you drink that stuff?

[ She smacks her lips a few times, the overwhelming flavor of whiskey still lingering. ]

It's fine, really. [ Blue waves a hand dismissively. ] I'll make all my future demands in writing, though. [ And there's the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, which is better than the somber expression she'd been previously sporting. ]