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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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sprawled around like a road block;

[ andyr hasn't had a home in seven years. not really, not like this. he's had a cell - three solid walls and one bulletproof glass, with a bolted door and security cameras. this is no where near as small or modest as the cramped apartment him and his father used to live in, back in the city, but it's literally a dream.

ronan lynch is already a person who sets andyr's every nerve at ease, and walking through the st. monmouth house, it feels like curling up inside his head to lay down for a soft, safe, secure nap. that's what andyr ends up doing for a lot of the first week, honestly - finding places to nap, and burrow himself into them. there's just such a kind of peace and innate belonging within the walls, something about them being made with the idea of andyr being a part of the interior, maybe. he's not sure how much of that was built into it, or comes out of his own head, but either way, it's there, and he adores it.

so, watch your feet, or your butt, or your hands, because if there's a pile of something fluffy, there's a good chance andyr's underneath it. or if there's just a pile of human in the middle of the floor, probably him too. especially if there's a hood tugged up over his head. should you completely miss him and end up stepping or sitting or bumping into him, you'll get a vague grunt, and if the offending limb isn't removed from his person, a hand stretching out to shove at it. even if it's a butt. he ain't scared. ]

andyr's fish nerd room;

[ ronan pulled the most dream like bedroom andyr's ever seen out of his head, and andyr still hasn't quite gotten over it yet. at various points in the day, he can likely be found sprawled out on some part of his room - on the bed, on the floor, wedged up against the glass on ledges, in the corner, eyes constantly following the light on the water above and the fish that trail around just over his head. it's like his own little world of absolute peace, and he loves it more than he can possibly say.

of course, the room does not stay that clean. soon, there's bedsheets tossed around, pillows formed into piles and nests, dirty clothes strewn across the floor, cat toys for petra, along with her food bowls and litter box off in a corner. the wall behind his bed has become a pinboard for the art steve had gifted him throughout their moira voyage, and one of the ledges has become a bookshelf, lined with the various texts he's picked up or gotten in the mail on all the alien marine life he'd been acquiring.

come chill. look at his fish. look at him being a fucking nerd about his fish. ]

cows tho;

[ andyr has not seen an actual, live cow in person ever, at all, in his lifetime. not a single one. and these ones are freaking awesome. he knows absolutely nothing about farm life or handling livestock, but he's out there often enough, following the animals around from a safe enough distance, at first, and gradually getting closer. eventually, he'll be reaching out to try to pet them - the cows, the sheep, the horses, the chickens, whatever else ronan's brought in with them.

he might also be trying to ride a cow. not the horses - they're too huge. but the cows seem pretty chill, so he's gonna do it. please make sure he doesn't die, someone. ]

wildcard;

[ feel free to hit me up with any other scenarios. for an idea of what kind of things andyr will be up to around the house, he'll spend a lot of time finding corners to read in, staring at his fish ceiling, exploring the countryside/barns/farm area, sprawled on the couches, possibly walking around with not a lot of clothes on (particularly after showering), floating around in the fish pond, trying to ride the cows, burrowed under blankets and pillows in pynch's room probably. that's all that comes to mind at the moment, but feel free to make up a thing, or hit me up on plurk!! ]

[ Even in such a large place, it's not hard to find Andyr. So, after a day working and then subsquently cleaning the grease and what not off before finding Andyr to join him in whatever lumpy fluff pile he'd found this time. They're still figuring it out between them but Adam's committed to it and that means seeking out time with Andyr that isn't completely and solely dependent on Ronan as the link between them. ]

Hey. You awake?

[ Adam drops down beside him, not touching him, because he's not particularly good at initiating affection so it's probably a good thing that particular rule is gone. ]

[ this time, it's one of the stain glass windows. andyr'd originally laid out with one of his books, setting about reading, and when the light his just right, and the colored glass had painted lovely designs across the floor, he'd gradually slipped lower and lower, until he was curled up, blankets tugged tight around him and hood pulled him, snoozing gently.

the creak of footsteps rouse him now and again, or voices in another room, but andyr dozes off fairly quickly, again, and easily, in this place. not like the moira, or the houses, where he'd feel compelled to wait and listen first. it isn't until he feels adam's presence closeby, and hears that gentle voice of his, that andyr actually shifts his head from the mess of pillows and blankets, squirming around a bit as he answers. ] Mhhm. I'm here.

[ mumble, and the squirming turns into andyr just trading out his pillow for the edge of adam's thigh, blankets still tugged up around his face, but eyes at least visible. and shut. he's not very good at this getting up from his nap thing. ] Work good?

This is like a cat paradise.

[Noah is seated cross-legged on the floor, jingling a ball to try and get Petra's attention — not easy with all those fish on the other side of the glass. They make for much more interesting prey than any plastic toy, even if they are completely out of reach. He waves the ball one more time (jingle jingle) and then tosses it across the room. Given its trajectory, there's a good chance some of Andyr's dirty laundry will catch it before the cat does.]

CLOSED TO RONAN
[ Jesse comes to a slow stop on the gravelly road and as he adjusts the strap of his pac disc on his shoulder, he looks around him, lost. The bustling Kauto metropolis he'd come from, with its claustrophobic noisiness and city smells, is far behind him; the city had melted away into lush greenery and sprawling hills when Jesse had set off towards the agricultural districts that lay beyond Region 1.

Now, deep in the heart of Region 2 somewhere, he's on a windy, deserted road cloistered in by a thick tangle of trees looming overhead. The damp coolness of the forest is heavy with the scent of moss, and Jesse is wondering if he's completely fucked up the direction he was supposed to be heading in.

Jesse looks down to fumble for his TAB. What had Ronan said the place was called? Mon…something. Swiping the screen, he brings up Ronan's message - a message he'd been dubious as hell about when he'd first received it: Ronan, with his raging phone hate boner, messaging him? - and freezes when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Jesse darts a sharp look up, and he hurriedly ducks with an exclaimed, "Whoa!" as Chainsaw swoops down low over Jesse's head in a playful, mischievous greeting.

Possibly means Ronan is nearby. Little does Jesse know that the building Ronan had dreamed up is just beyond the bend of thick trees, anyway. ]

OPEN TO MONMOUTH RESIDENTS
[ Jesse absolutely knows he doesn't deserve to be here. After Ronan left him in his room, Jesse had sat down on the plush sprawling mattress by the huge windows for a long time, listless with guilt.

For the first few days following, though, he sleeps like he hasn't slept in years. All those weeks of travelling across a desolate planet in cramped, uncomfortable tents, fear always loitering in the background whether Jesse was awake or asleep, has caught up cruelly with him. In the safe security of a building rather than camping out in the open or in caves, it's the first time in ages Jesse has felt safe enough to sleep.

He's a sleepy mess when he finally emerges from his room. His hair, which is the longest his hair has ever been, is a floppy tangle, and the t-shirt and jeans he slept in are rumpled. He wanders barefoot through the hallways, feeling like an asshole that has way overstayed his welcome as he explores his surroundings. He can't help being amazed and mystified and enthralled by what he sees, however - the vastness of the building, the rooms that burst with sprawling trees drooping with leaves, the stained glass windows.

He can be found anywhere: wandering through the rooms lined with books, inspecting the fridge in the kitchen like a sneaky, sheepish asshole while his stomach growls with hunger, maybe accidentally bursting into someone's room in an urgent effort to find the bathroom before his bladder explodes, or out in the garden standing barefoot on the grass while smoking a cigarette. ]

OPEN TO ANYONE??
[ Jesse has been here about a week, maybe more, now. He keeps telling himself he's going to leave - he really doesn't deserve to be here, and knowing Adam is living in this place, too, leaves Jesse feeling like an intruder.

He selfishly can't bring himself to give up the security of his room, though. So, when he isn't holed up in his room, he ventures out into the garden and out into the farmlands and the woods. The animals are what take his mind off things for a little while - it's where he has begun spending a lot of his time, in fact.

He can be found trying to coax a lamb to him by crouching down with a bit of food in his hand, and he can be found smiling quietly to himself while a white horse tentatively nuzzles a slice of apple from his palm, and he can be found hanging over the fence staring at the cows while twiddling a long weed between his fingers… and mooing at the cows, trying to make the cows moo back at him. Hell, maybe he'll get bored enough to even start singing to the cows. A very off-key, bored-out-of-his-mind rendition of… something.

He can be found inspecting a weird ass plant, too. He's stumbled across the thing deeper in the woods, and after having stared in curious bewilderment at it for a long several moments, he is slowly extending a finger towards one of the closed flower heads to poke it - and reels back in fright, snatching his hand away with a, "Whatthefuckaahshit!" when the thing suddenly moves and opens its jaws to reveal teeth. Like a Venus Flytrap on steroids. ]

Hermiting - here

[ Adam honestly is happy to have this space. The farm with all that it encompassed is sprawling, of course, and there are lots of places that are comfortable but having a place that's his is important -- not that he minds people in it most of the time but it still belonged to him. It's not quite as rundown as his actual room in St. Agnes but it still feels a lot like a home -- a home he'd worked hard for, even if he'd had help (unasked for).

There's a sense of peace when he's there, though. He has a bowl in there that's set up for scrying and more often than not there's an animal or two in with him as well, but he doesn't keep them confined and even if they usually prefer sticking with Adam they wander often enough.

If someone ventures in, he's either reading -- studying, really -- or doing tarot spreads. What he really wishes is for a book or something or someone that could help him become better at understanding the tarot readings, understanding his own magic. ]

Eating - here

[ After a rather long day at work where Adam had forgotten to bring lunch he beelines straight for the fridge to get out whatever is handy -- some kind of pasta. He doesn't bother heating it up as he carries it over to the table, digging in.

He's still in grease-stained clothes and his hands aren't much better off. ]

Nature - here

[ The weather is nice and so often on Adam's days off he's outside. His pets have followed him laying out in the grass or playing with each other for the time being. He's content to sit in the middle of the strange structure that he'd found one day and been instantly attached to. He always brings a book and a notebook and his tarot cards...

But most often he just sits or lays there, staring upward at the way, during the day, sun filters in in beautiful patterns. At night the light inside of it creates a warm atmosphere. He could probably fall asleep there and probably would eventually.

Most importantly, here, is where he comes to continue trying to find answers to the long-term problems faced by the fact that Ronan still thinks he's dying. Adam has to find a way to stop it. ]

Wildcard

[Feel free to do something random!]

[ Adam had seen this pretty early on but he hasn't exactly figured out how to get on it without getting soaking wet.

Noah doesn't have that problem and it's a little bit annoying!!! ]

Okay, not everyone can just ghost teleport or whatever.

[ Maybe a running jump would suffice ]

Edited 2017-02-04 10:06 (UTC)

[ Adam makes himself at home on Ronan's bed. When it comes down to it, Ronan's bed is more like their bed. At least Adam often finds himself thinking about it like that. Even though he spends a lot of time in his own room he most often sleeps in Ronan's bed.

He's shirtless and in loose athletic pants, waiting for Ronan to come join him after finishing whatever he'd been doing that afternoon. ]

Edited 2017-02-04 10:21 (UTC)

[ Kurt's the first person that Adam's invited to St. Monmouth. In truth, he doesn't know a lot of people outside of the people that live there already but he's more than happy to see Kurt again. It feels important, somehow, to try and make some friends.

So, he's waiting at the entrance to the property for him. Before the visit is over he hopes to be able to provide him with a kitten if he still wants one too! ]

Edited 2017-02-04 10:30 (UTC)

[A dream farm is still a farm, and dream stables need mucking just like any other kind. Thankfully, Ronan just took a shower, so he smells more like some kind of lemon soap than manure. When he wanders back into his room, he's wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Spotting Adam on the bed, he smiles and shuts the door.]

You look comfortable.

["Keraaah!" Chainsaw announces, sweeping around Jesse in a wide circle before diving down to settle on her maker's shoulder. Ronan's standing a few yards away, having just turned past the trees. He laughs at Jesse's expense.]

I thought she might have to lead you over, but looks like you found it.

[Ronan, in the process of hauling a bucket of water over to the trough, comes to a halt when he sees what looks like Andyr attempting to mount a cow. Scoffing, he sets the bucket down and makes his way over, calling out:]

You're gonna break her back, fatass.

[ Adam looks up when he hears -- and smells -- Ronan come back into the room. The hint of a smile pulls at his lips as he peers over him, god, no one else could look so damned perfect he's sure. He really doesn't even attempt to hide his admiration, why should he after all? ]

The bed's nice. [ It smells like Ronan. ]

[Ronan returns Adam's admiration, taking in the sight of him as he approaches the bed. This, he thinks. If he can see this every night for the rest of his life, he could die a happy man.]

Glad it's up to standard.

[He dips down to press a kiss to Adam's lips, sprinkling him with droplets of water that roll off his skin.]

[ How could it not be? Adam thinks but he doesn't say it out loud, instead reaching up to rest his hand against the back of the other's neck hardly minding the droplets of water as he lingers on his lips affectionately. ] I love you.

[ He drops his hand away slowly, fingers grazing his shoulder and arm on it's way down. ]

[Ronan bows with the direction of Adam's hand, climbing onto the bed. He's a beast of a boy, long limbs settling on either side of Adam, his feathery tattoo curving over his shoulders like wings folding around Adam's body.]

I love you.

[He kisses Adam again, sweet and soft.]

[ Adam smiles with Ronan settled over him. This is home. He kisses him back, longer this time, his hand stroking his bicep, downward until he's intertwining their fingers. ]

[ Adam smiles a little when Andyr puts his head on his thigh. He hesitantly pushes at the blankets just a little, enough to brush his fingers through the other's messy hair. ]

Yeah, you can go back to sleep. [ Since clearly, he is not awake at all. ]

[ The glass roof gives Alva something of a claustrophobic feel altogether, but he sees the appeal to Andyr's room when he sees the fish swimming around - it's a reminder, somewhat, of a freedom neither of them have known in a long time. Alva finds himself feeling fond about it.

He's dropped in for the first time in what feels like too long, at Andyr's invitation. They're relative neighbors on Kauto, but where Alva's chosen residence has been the very picture of minimalist practicality, the self-named St. Monmouth is... not.

Alva picks up a stray cat toy, and lets Petra climb her way up his broad back to nestle somewhere on his shoulders. ]

You should clean your room more, [ Alva reminds Andyr, in his best approximation of a fatherly tone. He fails. It's a bit hard to maintain one, considering their shared history. ]

Don't wanna. [ not now that adam's here. part of what's wonderful about this house is the people in it, and the fact they want him here, and he wants to be around them just as well. andyr squirms to push back against the hand in his hair, one of his favorite kinds of affection, feeling fingers against his scalp and playing with his hair. ]

Tell me about your day.

[Getting to St. Monmouth had been somewhat of a hike, but as soon as he'd passed through, began to take in all the beautiful scenery and the large building, Kurt knew the entire trip would be absolutely worth it. He can't seem to keep himself from gaping as he examines his surroundings, taking in every little detail that he can.

When he spots Adam standing in front of an old, intricate looking iron door, the blue boy perks and raises a hand in greeting. He picks up the pace of his walk until he's only an arms-length away from his friend, fangs gleaming in a vivacious grin.

If he'd had more nerve or knew if Adam would be okay with it, he might have moved closer, went in for a hug or something, but he's not sure how the other male would react. So, he decides against it - for now.] Adam, this ... this place is amazing!

[ Jesse has at least gotten a little more used to Chainsaw now. Instead of cowering in anticipation of the bird doing that to him again, like he did the first time he encountered the bird (also in a strange forest, no less), he straightens up with a cautious glance above him before rolling his eyes at Ronan laughing at him. Yeah, okay, whatever, asshole, that eyeroll retorts.

That eyeroll dissolves into a small grin at Ronan, though. He's not going to deny that he's glad to see Ronan. ]

If you weren't such an asshole when it comes to using a phone, you wouldn't have had to send her out at all.

[ Because even though Ronan did send him a message to invite Jesse here, it's not like Ronan is exactly a good conversationalist via technology. ]

[ petra, the forever kitten, goes wobbling around on the piles of clothes, chasing after the fish outside the glass, but those are things she cannot reach, and the jingly little ball that goes flying through the air is very much something she can. the clothes do catch it before she does, but a second later, she's half hopping, half tumbling after it. ]

As long as she's happy and not trying to claw my face off. [ andyr answers, from where his head is hanging off the edge of the bed, upside down, half watching the walls, half watching noah and petra. ]

[ andyr glances around, looking offended, as he slides off the cow's ass, losing all the progress he'd made halfway up, while the cow munched away, apathetic to his existence. eventually, his eyes find ronan, and he scowls at him, calling after. ]

Look at her, she's a freaking tank. She'll be fine. [ said as he starts to try scrambling up her side again. ]

[ if it were any other kind of ceiling with any other kind of view, andyr would get the same claustrophobic feeling, but it's water, and it's fish, and he feels like he's sunken down to the bottom of a perfectly quiet world, and he absolutely loves it.

the fact he has alva here, now, makes it feel that much more right. the hub, and the weeks of the crash preceding it, had felt odd and distant, especially after val had been sent back home. andyr'd felt too unmoored and lost to who he is, or who he means to be, perhaps. having alva nearby makes that easier to feel settled in. ]

Am I grounded if I don't? [ despite the father jokes that constantly go on with them, it's true in that it's difficult to really have paternal feelings, considering what they've been to each other. andyr considers alva entirely in his own category, that transcends father figure or friend or lover or all of the rest. he's just alva, and that's all that's really needed for andyr for feel relaxed and at peace with him, flopped over the edge of the bed, watching the little kitten scale alva's shoulders with a smirk. ] Petra likes it messy. More places to hide and swipe at ankles.

[ because it's definitely for the cat's benefit alone that he hasn't been cleaning... ]

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

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andyr's room

jesse pinkman | ota & feel free to wildcard!

Adam Parrish / OTA

Closed to Noah -- hope the assumptions are ok?

Closed to Ronan

Closed to Kurt + probably Ronan later

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cows tho!!!!

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i am here /poses

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