this is as good a place to fall as any.

[nightmarist]

WHO: Residents of the Meadows & OPEN to visitors
WHERE: The Meadows outside De Chima
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: Day-to-day encounters with the raven boys.
WARNINGS: Look to the subject headers.
NOTES: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[The farmhouse has undergone some changes in the past month or so, thanks to the supernatural remodeling efforts of Adam and Ronan. They've eliminated most of the traces of their previous selves. Their old cars were destroyed in a cathartic bonfire and the house itself barely resembles its former version. Though it retains its warm coziness, Adam's influence over Ronan's dreams has led to a design that's cleaner and bigger, their home comprised of functional rooms instead of wasted spaces filled with nonsense junk. Ronan finally has his own bedroom. Adam has a sleek space that's almost an apartment unto itself. Noah has an art studio and a bed that can now fit four instead of one. Murphy can sleep under the stars from the comfort of his own bed. And Gansey has a perfect replica of his room at Monmouth Manufacturing.

Outside, the barn where another Ronan chose to live has now been replaced with a dream of St. Agnes, the old Catholic chapel from back home, complete with Adam's old room. As Adam and Ronan's first project together, it looks a bit strange (preserving some of Noah's graffiti that had decorated the barn), but it's a pretty curiosity among the green fields and hills of the Meadows. Henrietta, Ronan's monstrous night horror, has taken up residence in the nave and frequently sleeps atop the altar, despite Ronan's efforts to shoo her off whenever he sees her there.]

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Adam | Open to All

[hondoyota]

1. Main Room

In the evenings, if he has no other projects or invitations, Adam can usually be found curled up in the window seat of the main room with a book. It's his favorite spot, where he can watch the grounds and keep track of the comings and goings through the house, and it's an easy way to find him when he wants to be found.

2. Kitchen

Inspired by the example of John Murphy, Adam is trying to learn to cook. He has a cook book open on the counter alongside his laptop, and a variety of bowls and ingredients surrounding him. The kitchen is one of the rooms that got a makeover, modern and functional the way that Adam likes things, and it's a pleasure to work in the spacious, clean, convenient kitchen. The smells emanating from the kitchen are pleasant, though there's a bit more of a burnt smell than would be ideal.

3. Adam's Room

It's more of a risk to seek out Adam alone in his room. He values his privacy, and unless you have a standing invitation--or even if you do--there's a possibility that you'll be getting a quarrel rather than a conversation. If you are invited inside, through either the interior door or the private door to the yard, the room is sleek and spacious, with an adjoining bathroom suite, and his private library with a cozy reading nook where you're as likely to find Gansey as Adam.

1.

[admemoriam]

[The cushions barely shift when Noah drops onto the couch - days after returning to them, his physical presence is still changeable and hard to control, even if he's no longer in danger of vanishing. As he gets settled, he tips over and presses his head against Adam's arm.]

What'cha reading?

[He doesn't really care. He's just vying for attention.]

[hondoyota]

More quantum physics.

[Adam shows him the cover, immediately hugging his arm around Noah's shoulders to pull him closer. It's second nature now, when Noah or Ronan are around, to start semi-consciously strengthening and smoothing the energy and magic that surrounds them. Whenever Noah's not particularly solid, Adam turns it on as strong as he can, wanting to amplify the Noah-ness of him so that his boyfriend will be warm and solid and kissable.]

Want me to tell you about it?

[He already knows the answer is no.]

Fighting with Ronan

[hondoyota]

Their fight was postponed because of Noah and Gansey's insistence, because both Noah and Gansey hate it when they fight, but Adam's still spoiling for it. The betrayal of that night is still a splinter under Adam's skin, stinging at his heart whenever there's a momentary pause in his other thoughts.

It's not so strange, that he doesn't see Ronan for a day and a half. Adam's got a full time job, and the Meadows is a big place, but on the second evening that Adam can't seem to find Ronan, he goes searching.

Finding Ronan is not difficult. He checks Ronan's room first, letting himself in when there's no response to his knock. It's empty, so he checks quickly in Gansey and Noah's rooms, then heads out to the church. That, likewise, seems empty, but there are only so many places that an antisocial Ronan would go, and it's no surprise at all when Adam opens the door to his narrow attic room above the church and finds Ronan within.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Adam leans in the doorway, studying his boyfriend with a guarded expression.

[nightmarist]

Ronan knows this fight is going to happen, one way or another. He's being as responsible as he can be, for good measure, by trying to stay out of Adam's warpath. Once his temper flares, Ronan knows it won't stop, so the best thing he can do is avoid igniting it in the first place.

Adam finds him, though, because Adam always does. Ronan doesn't quite fit on Adam's old bed, but he's sprawled out there, anyway, with his boots hanging off the end. Chin resting on his forearm, he barely turns his head when the door opens.

2.

[disentombs]

[Gansey follows his nose down into the kitchen, wondering where the food that was emanating this smell was taken out from. He's not sure why he's surprised, noticing that Adam seems to be making something. Of course Adam would know how to cook--although he wished he's known sooner. Gansey's been living off of cereal and chef boyardee essentially. The lack of toilet in the kitchen was certainly a step up.

Coming up behind Adam to rest his chin on Adam's shoulder to look over it:]

I didn't know you could cook. What are you making?

[hondoyota]

Can't cook. Can read and follow instructions.

[Smiling, Adam nuzzles at Gansey, kissing the side of his head and tapping the cookbook he's reading from.]

I could use a second brain of critical thinking. The problem with these things is that they expect you have basic cooking skills and know what the jargon words mean. They also assume I have a meat thermometer. Is that something real people just have lying around? Who just... measures meat temperatures?

noah & gansey (cw drug use)

[admemoriam]

Wanna go get high on the roof?

[Noah slides out the question during a lazy, overcast afternoon, in the middle of half-watching the TV, and half-watching Gansey flip through a thick book with a face far too excited for nonfiction. There's a restless, uncomfortable buzz to his fidgeting; he's planning to head to the roof whether or not Gansey approves, but company would always be appreciated. He tips his head off the couch, backwards and upside down, and makes wide, inquisitive eyes at Gansey.]

[disentombs]

[Gansey is too absorbed in his book to really notice the first part of what Noah says, instead realizing that Noah is speaking to him and tuning in to hear "--on the roof?"

He puts aside his book on English-Welsh relations from the 14th century and looks up at Noah. Sitting on the roof with Noah sounds nice, though he enjoys his company even like this. He stands and walks over towards Noah.]

Sure, let's go.

[admemoriam]

[With a cheery little roll off of the sofa, Noah bounces into action. He grabs Gansey's hand, and tugs him towards his bedroom.

The window in Noah's loft leads out to a sliver of roof, just flat and wide enough for a couple of bodies to stretch out comfortably. Noah spends a fair amount of time out here, so the space is already adorned with an old plaid comforter and some mismatched pillows. There's an ashtray teetering on the edge, and a pair of headphones. Looking lazy and pleased, he flops down onto the blanket and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a cheap plastic lighter and what looks like a tin of Altoids.

There aren't Altoids inside, though - just a couple of poorly-rolled joints, one of which Noah sticks between his lips while he replaces the tin.]

Hey, that cloud looks kind of like an owl! [It's unclear, spoken around the joint, but he thrusts his finger up at the sky anyway, pointing towards a vague blob of slightly darker grey.]

john murphy | ota

[rekt]

the mitsu;

[ for the last few weeks, since kavinsky's been incarcerated or otherwise held away from public freedoms, murphy's been driving his car, the shock white mitsubishi evo with the knife graphic emblazoned down the sides, has been parked outside of the meadows.

murphy, of course, doesn't realize what trauma this does to the boys living there, being completely ignorant of the ordeals the raven boys have gone through with joseph kavinsky, and how iconic his car is to them, but it's a thing he's taken quite a liking to. kavinsky had given him some driving lessons before (not very safe ones, but he got the basics), and the lawyer had gotten him keys after K told him to pick up the car. the evo is nice, and murphy doesn't get a lot of nice things, so he's spent a good amount of time in it, cruising around de chima, or what he's doing now - laying out on the hood of the car, while the music's heavy bass shakes the car from inside, windows rolled down, murphy's arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed as he soaks up the sun.

peace is a strange thing, and he's still trying to get used to it. he knows this world is hardly without conflict, but compared to home, it's a wonderland. moments like these prove that to him, and he's trying to just learn to enjoy that.

that said, feel free to sneak up and scare the shit out of him while he isn't paying attention. ]

makin bacon pancakes w/ noah;

[ murphy could never leave this house, because then these idiot boys would starve to death, or die just eating whatever junk food pizza ronan dreams up. murphy can at least see to it that they have something filling and relatively nutritious. and tasty. tasty is important. and that's why noah and murphy are here now, in their pajamas, hovering over a skillet, a bowl of pancake batter carefully being poured out. ]

Bacon me, Casper.

[ give him the bacon, Noah, now, timing is everything!! there's crumbled bits of bacon made not long ago in a bowl nearby, next to the beer murphy has already opened and started drinking, at 10AM, because he's that kind of classy. as the spatula in his hand pushes at the edges of the batter circle, the other hands out to noah, fingers wiggling, waiting for the bacon to be deposited there. ]

wildcard;

[ come at me, brobabes ]

PANCAKES

[admemoriam]

[Noah passes the bowl of bacon bits over with an almost religious reverence, palms flat and upturned. He watches the process, wide-eyed.]

This is genius.

[They bear an uncanny resemblance to two mad scientists, bending over their unholy work.]

[rekt]

[ murphy's smirking at this little display, having a gross amount of fun this morning with all this. it's a welcome thing after the stress with ronan and kavinsky lately. ]

Right? You can cook pretty much anything into pancakes, so long as it's not too liquidy. Bacon, fruit, chocolate chips...

[ taking some from the bowl, he sprinkles the bacon bits around, laying out an even, hefty serving of it into the pancake. truly, this is perfection at work. ]

OTA

[sunlighter]

[The power of creation is one bestowed upon very few. Up until a month ago, he had known only three-- his brother, Michael, his niece, Elaine Belloc, and of course, his father, Yahweh. The advantage of a new creation outside of his father's was the opportunity to explore something unknown. It was to his benefit that this new demiurge was so inexperienced; the genesis of something new, especially out of nothing, left behind an artist's signature he was sensitive enough to follow. It's no wonder that the farm is of such interest to him.

That he's led inside of a chapel is perhaps less original to him, reeking of religious relics that remind him a little too much of home. He approaches the altar and lays his hand upon the cold stone, in a defiance that he still carries with him. His eyes, like the sun, burn at the nave as though he can sense something there and acknowledges its presence with a smile, though he certainly means not to encroach upon it impolitely.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan might have guessed this would happen eventually. The devil had come to his father, too, when Ronan was a child. He'd come as a beast, but Ronan had recognized his nature, watching their exchange from a distance. His father had shot the thing thirteen times in the head, and the beast had responded by rudely brandishing its genitalia before bounding off.

Now that the devil's here for him, Ronan's not sure what to do. He's not even sure it's the devil, Lucifer's appearance so different from that red beast. It's just that the sight of him makes Ronan's blood run cold. If it isn't the devil, then it's a hunter seeking the Greywaren, and Ronan can't tell which is worse.

He doesn't have a gun. Henrietta isn't even here to defend him. Having just come down the stairwell from the attic bedroom, it's at least fifteen steps to the door. He could make it if he were to abandon his human form, but then what? The visitor would search the house, instead. He'd find Murphy or Adam or Gansey or Noah, and they'd suffer until the Greywaren was found.]

Vade satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.

[Either the stranger will have no idea what he's saying, or he'll... Well, Ronan has no idea, actually. He's done a lot of things, but banishing the devil isn't one of them.]

[sunlighter]

[He raises a halting hand casually; amused.]

I know, I know. Me, here. It seems so profane, doesn't it? But let's consider for a moment that I'm not here for a fight before you exhaust all of your invocations.

[Lucifer approaches Ronan with a slow stride, a hand in his pocket as though strolling nonchalantly through a park. He places a hand on his shoulder.]

It'll only hurt my feelings. [He offers a lopsided grin.] Consider for a moment that building something out of nothing would eventually attract some sort of attention, though.

[hondoyota]

[Adam had come to the church looking for his boyfriend, as usual, but when he sees a strange man standing by the altar, he stops. Adults, in his experience, are trouble. Especially adults who take an interest in the Raven Boys. Power surrounds them, and people want power.

Very wary, Adam approaches a third of the way into the chapel, taking a seat in one of the pews and leaning his arms against the pew in front of him. Just watching for now. Calculating the threat level and what he might need to do about it.]

Adam and Gansey: post-Lucifer

[hondoyota]

[Adam's been withdrawn and quiet all week after the party, avoiding all of his boyfriends and working late.

He'd keep it up for longer, dwelling in his own private misery, but the visit from Lucifer is something that can't be ignored, and it's too big a deal for Adam and Ronan to handle on their own. He doesn't like the thought of laying this on Gansey, but the threat is to all of them, and Gansey is their king. He needs to know.

Seeking out Gansey in his room, Adam pushes the door shut behind himself and then throws the bolt, leaning back against the locked door as he processes through how he wants to approach this topic.]

[disentombs]

Gansey knows there's something wrong with Adam. It's glaringly obvious after how much happier Adam's seemed recently, since their arrangement with the others.

Ever since the party and his drunken discussion with Adam, he's been pondering over the "how" and "why" of their situation. Could it have anything to do with his powers? How do they even work? How can he transport from one place to another instantaneously? There isn't much information as a collective about imPorts but he's been trying to collect as much media about them as a group as he can.

He's sitting at his desk in the corner of the room, back to the door, fresh notebook open on his desk and copies from books littering the surface.

When he hears his door open he pauses and turns, elbow over the back of the chair. His eyebrows raise in surprise. He hadn't wanted to bring up how Adam was acting for fear of inciting an argument, instead waiting for Adam to come to him. He just wasn't expecting it so soon.

"Adam?" The locking the door is odd though. He stands and approaches slowly. "What is it?"

noah & ronan have an awesome time talking about normal things

[admemoriam]

[It's dusk when Noah comes to find him. The air goes cold first, the floor creaks with phantom steps, and then, in a blink, he's sitting on the foot of the bed. The sheets don't wrinkle beneath him.

For several seconds he just watches Ronan, shoulders hunched and eyes scrutinizing. Then, in a quiet, hoarse voice, ] It wouldn't work, you know.

[When he talks, the air smells like grave soil.]

You'd just come back in a couple of days.

[nightmarist]

[It'll take eventually.]

Get out of my head, Noah.

[It's not a good place to be on most days, but especially not when he's contemplating suicide. Noah's already losing himself, regressing and fading. Ronan hates that smell. He drapes his arm over his eyes, as if that can help. But Noah's a ghost, and when he's like this, he exists in the mind more than the mortal plane. There isn't really a way to shut him out.]

Ronan and Gansey after Lucifer pays them a visit

[disentombs]

[Gansey now has half the story from Adam and part of his fury has calmed in helping Adam to calm. Coming onto their property, provoked or not, and threatening to disembowel one and forcing the other to dream is not a great way to get on Gansey's good side.

Now he needs the other half.

Ronan isn't in the church where Gansey might have expected him. He's not anywhere else in the Meadows, including his room. A split second passes where he wonders if he hadn't up and left, but remembering that Adam had told him to obey, he's certain Ronan is around here somewhere.

Gansey sits on Ronan's bed, lost in thought for a couple of minutes, trying for the thousandth time since Adam came into his room to fathom what kind of powers this "Lucifer" possessed.

They need to talk. Now.

Gathering his willpower in his chest and picturing Ronan in his presence, he speaks.]

Ronan. Come here now.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan barrels into the room like a shooting star, the fragments of himself gathering into a ball of light before he crashes into the bed and seemingly explodes back into human form. Visually quite dramatic, but audibly silent, and though it looks like it might hurt, it's actually painless. That is, until Ronan's solid enough to feel his injuries again. That hurts, after hours without a body.

He sits up, looking all around the room in disoriented alarm before his eyes land on Gansey.]

Did you do that?

[Ronan wasn't aware he could be summoned. Slightly unnerving, but forgivable, if it's Gansey's doing. The burning in his hands drawing his attention back down, and Ronan realizes his bandages were left behind with everything else he was wearing. The cuts on his hands have split open again.]

...Shit.

For Ronan | A stranger lady is nosy as hell

[wordaday]

[Their interaction was short at best and really a small blip in her entire weekend, but Sookie can't help but still think back on Ronan days after the convention ends. It's worrying—the booze, the Lent discussion, and then...something she can't quite remember. She can't pinpoint it, but it's enough to keep her at a low grade worry until her nerves get the better of her.

But it's none of her business, right? Right?

It's remarkable how fast she crumples to her shoulder devil, really. It during her shift at the bar that she decides she should go pay him a little visit. Just to check up. Plus, as someone who grew up with an older brother, the thought of a bunch of teenage boys living all alone is vaguely terrifying.

She's sure her real motives'll be clear as glass, but that doesn't mean she can't cover it up with something a little more benign and socially wrote. Just being a friendly neighbor, you know? Nothing wrong with a formal introduction and a hastily prepared casserole. Never mind that out here the space between neighbors means you don't actually have any.

Oh, jeez, it don't have to all fit together, just the barest hint of a pretense should be enough.

Sookie drives over a few days after the end of the con after she gets off her day shift at the bar. It's unsettlingly easy to find, considering fans and the like, but at least in makes her little personal quest of nosiness easier. She's pleased to find that, at the very least, the place looks kinda gorgeous and not a horrifying overgrown mess she's sure would've come from the likes of her older brother. The tiny headache that blooms at the back of her skull is a little weird, though. Hmm, allergies probably.

Squashing the the remains of any reservations, Sook parks her car and then marches up to the house, food in tow. All she can hope is there's no one actually filming right now.]

[nightmarist]

[So many visitors lately, and none of them fans, per se. Though the wards on the property keep out anyone who means harm, magic plays fast and loose with the rules, and a deceitful creature like Lucifer has already slipped past their security. So, sweet as she is, Sookie's presence is met with mild suspicion.

It's lucky that Adam's not around to interrogate her. No cameras in sight, either. Ronan answers the door alone. (Though it's debatable whether anyone's ever really alone in a haunted house.) At first he looks past her, a suspicious glance to the driveway and the field beyond. Then his gaze returns to Sookie and her casserole, amusement replacing that brief wariness.]

I find myself increasingly in your debt.