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Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to visitors
When: Throughout March
Where: St. Monmouth in Kauto R2
What: Various suspicious happenings over at the dream farm.
Warnings: Look to the subject headers.
Notes: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[Every day, something new appears at St. Monmouth. Sometimes it's a book on a shelf or a calf in the field. Sometimes it's a door that somehow went unnoticed until now, leading to a room that wasn't there yesterday. This only ever reinforces the pervasive dreaminess of the place, disorienting as a half-recalled memory.

At the same time, St. Monmouth retains its pleasant lived-in atmosphere. The rooms were made to feel cozy, even with so many tall windows and open spaces. The temperature is always a drowsy sort of warm. Because the dreamer has to dream in so many locations, piles of pillows and blankets end up tossed in random corners throughout the factory-church. The fridge never runs out of pizza, the liquor bottles are never empty, and cupboard hinges sound like they're humming songs instead of creaking.

In the garden, some of the flowers look more like abstract art pieces than plants. Wrapped candy bars grow on many of the trees instead of fruit. The pond somehow contains freshwater and tropical fish living together in perfect harmony. When night falls, fireflies made from pure light wash over the property like a glowing tide coming in.

As far as anyone living there can tell, the farm itself produces nothing. Cows are milked and eggs are collected, but there's only enough for the household to consume. None of the cattle are ever slaughtered, yet Ronan always makes his mandatory delivery to the locals in exchange for the land. He gives them more than he's required, too, in steaks and cheeses and ice cream and fruit. Hopefully not enough to attract attention.]

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Ah-ah. Deal is if I wear one, you do too.

[He grabs a cup and fills it with water, eyeballing it and pouring some in to the pancake and egg mixture. He grabs the whisk Blue originally stuck him with and rinses it off before starting to mix it all together.

He feels Blue bump him in his mid-thigh area--hard enough that he takes a sidestep to steady himself. He's laughing at her attempt.]

I won't be able to make pancakes if you keep trying to knock me over from down there.

Only as long as yours is pink and frilly, too.

[ Down there?! Excuse you, Richard Campbell Gansey the Third. It's not her fault that he happens to be freakishly tall in comparison to her.

(Or, perhaps averagely tall for a boy his age, but that doesn't work with her current argument.) ]

Maybe you'd be a little more balanced if you weren't so far from the ground.

[ She teases, reaching a finger into his pancake batter mixture and smearing some down his cheek with a grin. ]

[He laughs again.]

Fine--hey!

[He wipes his cheek and gets his own fingerfull of pancake batter and goes after Blue with it, intending to get her back.]

[ Well, they certainly aren't going to get any sort of breakfast made like this -- but from the wide grin that spreads across Blue's face as she tries to scramble away from Gansey is any indication of anything, she likely doesn't much care either. The rest of the inhabitants of St. Monmouth can wait a little bit longer for their most important meal of the day.

Currently, the most important thing in Blue's day was playing around with her boyfriend in the kitchen. ]

You're going to waste all of it!

[ Her words wrap around bubbling laughter as Gansey smears batter down her cheek. And for someone just complaining about pancake mix going to waste, her finger dives right back into the bowl, scooping up more batter and going in for another attack.

Hopefully no one was actually hungry this morning. ]

[Gansey of course is cracking up and trying to get away from the batter she's waving around at him. But he decides to sacrifice being hit with another bit of batter to the cheek in order to wrap his arms around her from behind to pin her arms close to her sides.]

I'm only gonna let you go if we call a truce.

[ There's the briefest surge victory when she lands another batter attack on Gansey's cheek, it's rather short-lived, though and a moment later Blue is practically squealing in laughter as Gansey's arms circle around her and trap her own in close to her body. ]

Truce? [ She turns her head to look at him with the most positively scandalized look that she can manage while trying not to erupt into more laughter. ] Without any negotiations? Are you crazy? [ She wiggles, as though trying to break free, but instead she just plants a kiss right to his cheek. ]

[He laughs at the kiss to his cheek though.]

Fine, have it your way.

[He makes sure to lean down and smush their cheeks together--the one that is covered in a copious amount of pancake batter. His goal is to wrestle her into submission one way or another.]

[ Blue continues to squeal in laughter as she wiggles more in Gansey's hold -- and if it wasn't for the fact that his cheek was streaked with pancake batter, she would have completely forgotten all about breakfast. Not that it was a particularly loud thought in her head.

No, the loudest thought in her head was currently; Gansey, Gansey, Gansey. (And when had she become this sort of lovestruck girl?) ]

You've stooped this low?! [ She gives an overdramatic gasp, feigning shock as best as she can between the laughter bubbling out of her. Squirming even more, she tries to move her head away from Gansey's, but only ends up with more pancake batter smeared down her cheek. ]

Literally or figuratively?

[Gansey's not above a short joke.

Or is he?

He can't keep his grip on her when she starts wriggling even harder and eventually just lets go, deciding to change strategies--he stands between her and the pancake batter.]

[ Another overdramatic gasp of shock leaves Blue -- or was it overdramatic? She's a little taken aback by Gansey resorting to a short joke.

(Low blow, Gansey. Literally.) ]

Did you really just... [ She trails off in disbelief, both of her hands poised on her hips as she gives Gansey a once-over -- and damn those excellent genetics and hours of rowing practice for crafting one gorgeous specimen, even with a face splattered with pancake batter and... was that a dimple when he smiled, too?

Focus, Sargent.

She narrows her eyes a bit at the boy, the corner of her mouth quirking upward in a wry sort of smirk. ] Are you going to stand there the whole time?

[ Exactly the point where Jesse walks into the kitchen - and stops in his tracks at the sight he's greeted with. He heard voices and laughter, sure, while he was trotting down the staircase and approaching the kitchen, but food play wasn't a scene he was exactly expecting to walk in on.

Given it's fairly early morning, Jesse still hasn't dressed yet beyond a baggy hipster-looking sweater (thanks for the hipster wardrobe you dreamed Jesse up, Ronan), a pair of satin boxer shorts, and bare feet. There might be a faint pillow line down one side of his face, too. If his head wasn't close-shaven to the point of being almost Heisenburg-level bald, his hair would have been a sleep-touselled mess. ]

Um... [ His eyes cutting between Blue and straight-edge Gansey, smeared in pancake batter on their cheeks. A small smirk has started to creep onto his mouth in spite of knowing he's just walked in on some kind of intimate here. ] Sorry to interrupt the food fight, just wanna grab...

[ A hand coming up to point a little vaguely, a little awkwardly at the fridge. ]

I will if I have to.

[There's a big grin on his face but when he hears another person coming into the kitchen, he relaxes his stance and stands up straight, turning to see who it is.

His grin has been reigned in to a pleasant smile--one that seems far too sunny for how early it is. Blue has that effect on him.]

We were actually just going to make breakfast.

[A small tilt of his head towards the large bowl of pancake mix and a smaller bowl beside it of what will be scrambled eggs.]

You're welcome to have some.

[He looks back over his shoulder at Blue and grins at her.]

Jane, wanna help me out?

[He goes back to the bowl of batter. There's enough mix left for at least 5 people's worth of pancakes.]

[ Blue probably would have preferred if no one ever had to witness her being this giggly, lovestruck girl that she currently was while locked in the middle of her breakfast battle with Gansey, but that's an idea that goes right out the window when the sound of Jesse's voice brings both of the teenagers to a sudden stop.

And, like they'd been caught doing something far worse than just flirting in the kitchen, Blue straightens up right along with Gansey, uselessly tucking her hair behind her ear only for it to fall right back in front of her face again a moment later. ]

As long as someone quits messing around, we're going to make breakfast.

[ She lets out a snort of laughter, brushing by Gansey with a nod. ] Sure. [ And then, to Jesse: ] What do you feel like this morning?

[ As though there were more options than just eggs and pancakes at the moment. ]

[ Teenagers, man. God, this is so painfully... Well, okay. Jesse tries to bite back his utter amusement at the teenage lovesick grossness going on here, but it's a losing battle. Perhaps because seeing Gansey - Gansey, the guy who exudes upright, preppy know-it-all attitude in the most obliviously well-intentioned way - has been caught out in a moment of complete dorkiness.

He's definitely not anticipating to be offered breakfast, though. That's not... what he came down here for. ]

Oh. Uh. I mean, it's not like you gotta...

[ That's an answer directed to both of them, his eyes cutting back and forth between the two. Jesse's eyes end up landing on Gansey, though, when he calls Blue "Jane".

A small frown of confusion at Gansey calling his girlfriend by the wrong name. But then, the amused smirk fades a little. He looks between Gansey and Blue again. Jane. The kind of dumb, lovesick stuff going on between them, how they move so freely and happily around each other, like they bring a light to each other's lives that nobody else can...

Jane.

The smirk has faded almost completely now from Jesse's face. Jesse lifts a hand to the back of his neck and rubs it. ]

Um, honestly, you guys don't gotta make me anything, I was just coming down here to grab a quick bite.

[There's a half-smile in Blue's direction at her completely wrong accusation. He would bump into her later completely by accident.

As he steps over to finish mixing up the pancake batter, he looks up to see the smirk slowly fading off of Jesse's lips, his eyes seem to not be focusing much on them anymore. The gesture looks odd on Jesse. Was it something they said?]

You sure?

[ Jesse's expression falters and both of Blue's brows briefly lift in curiosity as she casts a quick sidelong glance toward Gansey. She's not the type to normally go prying into the personal lives of others -- especially when she's still fairly casual acquaintances with someone, like she is with Jesse -- and she's not about to start now.

So, rather than grilling Jesse with a hundred different questions about what's wrong with him, she returns to the subject of breakfast. ]

We were planning on doing it anyway, it's no a big deal. [ She offers Jesse a quick smile before returning her attention to finding eggs in the fridge. ]

[ Jesse's eyes land on Gansey, then slide across to Blue, and the little smile she flashes him has Jesse quirk a thin-lipped, lopsided smile in return. Then his hand drops away from rubbing the back of his neck with a slouch of his shoulder. ]

Nah. [ A momentary second of reconsidering, then hesitantly: ] Well, I mean... Sure you got enough? Like, seeing half of it's on your face?

[ Obviously meant to be a joke thrown at the pancake batter they've both been slapping at each other, which Jesse manages to make sound animated. Anyone who knows him well would hear the undertone of flatness in his voice, though.

He scratches his buzzed head, and takes a few idle steps towards the island counter by the stools, and he leans his forearms down on it with his hands clasped together. Jesse peers down at his twiddling thumbs for a moment, then casts his attention back up to the two of them. God, she's so hot, and he's so... nerdy.

If anything, Gansey with pancake batter on his face brings some amusement back into Jesse, despite Jane still humming in the back of his mind like a mournful whisper. ]

Didn't know you were into beauty facials, Gans. [ ...Is 'Gans' too familiar? ] ...I can call you Gans, right?

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