late nights with warm, warm whiskey.

[nightmarist]

Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to visitors
When: Throughout May
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!

[Save the addition of a tiny house now tucked into the woods of the property and scattered scars from the storm last month, St. Monmouth remains largely unchanged. Its dreamer has been putting most of his focus into repairs rather than additions, when he's in a state to be dreaming at all. The scorch marks on the land have already been replaced with fresh, living greenery. Any major damage to the farm buildings has been repaired either with magic or tools. It's almost good as new.

The main house of 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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[amplifyings]

[ Blue lets her fingers linger against Gansey's cheek and her gaze linger on his, her smile softening but no less full of light and adoration for the boy. He's as much the center of her universe now as he is every other moment and she nearly laughs at just how captured she's become by him.

Instead, the sound leaves her in the form of a soft sigh as she returns to her flower picking. ]

Decoration, mostly. There's a lot of places that could use a little more color. [ The next flower she picks ends up in her hair rather than in the basket. ] The rest I'm going to try and press.

[ The days are often one art project after another for Blue. ]