slipping miles from the arches and arc-lights.

[nightmarist]

WHO: Residents of the Meadows & OPEN to visitors
WHERE: The Meadows outside De Chima
WHEN: Throughout July
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 Meadows, being a place largely created from magic, has a subtle strangeness to it. From the outside, it could be taken for any old Appalachian farm: scattered barns and stables, a roomy wooden farmhouse, a 19th century stone chapel that some hoodlum graffitied. There's evidence that the farm is occupied by unsupervised teenagers, too, in the donut tracks that mar the grass and the remains of regular bonfires. As long as the monsters are out of sight, everything seems ordinary.

Once inside the farmhouse, however, the odd discrepancies become more apparent. The layout of the rooms doesn't quite match how the house appeared from the outside. There are windows where windows shouldn't be, stairways like vertical mazes to secluded rooms, and views from rooms that look into other worlds entirely. Half of the appliances work without any source of electricity, fresh coffee's always waiting in the pot without anyone having to brew it, and the refrigerator never seems to run out of leftover pizza. Things are simply wrong about the place, for all the cozy warmth of its design.]

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Adam Parrish | OTA

[hondoyota]

1. Fun with Force Fields

Adam's energy channeling comes with the ability to create force fields, which is an aspect of his magic that he hasn't yet explored. He's taking that opportunity now. His batteries for this experiment are an array of odds and ends, failed dream inventions from Ronan or his predecessor. There's another experiment in the works here: Adam's removing the residual dream energy from the things, wanting to know what's left. In some cases it's mere stone and wood, while in others the thing unravels completely into magic, which Adam can shape and control into waves and rivers and spinning orbs around him. He's doing this out in one of the fields, which seemed the safest choice, and now he's surrounded by an array of floating energy bubbles, spinning like tops in the air around him.

2. The Cake is a Lie

In further adventures of baking and force fields, Adam has created a prank in the kitchen. There's a tasty looking cake sitting unattended on the counter. The white frosting is a bit messy, but it nonetheless is a success as a culinary creation.

The problem is that the cake is impossible to cut. The frosting cannot even be sampled--any wandering fingers will skid harmlessly off the top. Adam covered the cake in a force field and then wandered out of the kitchen. He'll be right back, but in the meantime, good luck trying to help yourself to a piece of that cake.

3. Sleeping Beauty

In his free time, Adam can most often be found in the living room window seat, surrounded by books. He's fallen asleep there with one of the books in his lap, but it's the best place to find him if you wanted conversation. His sleep is deep enough that it might be enchanted. You may have to wake him with a kiss.

ruuude kyle is totally not kissing him

[redhott]

[ Ronan's little tour has been cut short for the time being. He told Kyle he'd be back in a sec. But a second stretches on longer than he'd thought, so he continues on the with tour himself. He returns to the living room to have a seat and fiddle with his phone, but he stops in his tracks when he sees one of the boys—Adam, right?—asleep against the window.

He vows to be a stealthy cat all the way to the nearby couch, which lasts all over five seconds when he runs into a coffee table. The loud creak across the wooden floors doesn't wake him up thank God. This time he sits gingerly on the sofa with his phone in hand, quietly playing a game to pass the time.

There's another loud sound a few minutes later that gives Kyle a heart attack, but it's got nothing to do with him this time. Adam's book has fallen off and onto the floor. Thoughtfully, Kyle stands up and returns the book to its rightful spot, leaning over Adam to place it against the window sill where it won't fall again. ]

[hondoyota]

[Adam startles awake to find someone hovering right above him, and his heartrate spikes with adrenaline for a moment because it's not one of his boyfriends.

A moment later he recognizes Kyle and relaxes, letting his head thunk back against the wood of the windowframe.]

Oh, Kyle.

[redhott]

Yeah, sorry, I was trying to covertly tuck your book back up on the window sill. But, uh, I didn't get very far.

[ He pulls back out of the guy's space with his phone securely tucked in his back pocket. ]

2.

[admemoriam]

Noah knows about the force fields. He's a telepath, he knows about almost everything. But when he sees the delicious cake on the counter - a real cake, in a household that mostly subsists on Easy Cheese - there's nothing about the scenario that even remotely suggests trickery. In fact, his first thought is that Ronan must have dreamed it, and that he's a saint for sharing.

That's about three seconds before Noah leans down to smell it, and rams his face right into the force field.

"Shit!"

[hondoyota]

Adam grins as he returns to the room, finding Noah perplexed about the cake. "Did you just try to smash your face directly into that cake?"

He comes over to slip an arm around Noah's waist, leaning in for a kiss.

for ANYONE??

[redhott]

Lost Boy

[ Kyle's first opinion of this gothic farm is that, well, it looks like a gang of vagrants took it over. He would know having worked the seedier streets all up and down Cali for half his life. Still, nothing screamed dangerous, which is very good, because Kyle barely knows Ronan or any of his boyfriends. This could go horribly.

Or it could go great, Kyle reminds himself. It's hard to be hostile when you are chowing down on s'mores, and Kyle brought a lot of them. So he should be good, right?

Honestly, he's not sure where to wander first. There's a lot to distract the eye. The grass is a lush green Kyle has rarely ever seen what with being a city boy and all. But it's beautiful—It's all beautiful in spite of the eerie aesthetic. In the quiet of the meadows he can hear the nag of a farm animal. Which one he's got no clue. City boy, remember? It's all unfamiliar territory, that's for sure, making his next decisions watery and uncertain. Maybe he'll just text Ronan. ]

Im here
where r u


Drama Llama

Seriously...? [ They have llamas. That is... one of the oddest connections he can make to a pack of teens. At least Ronan's texts make a tiny bit more sense. None of them seem to care about this newfound presence but one. It strides on over probably on the look out for food, which Kyle does technically have, but it's not llama food. It is adult food thank you every much. He keenly guards it with both hands. ]

Hey. You're... very big. [ And at eye level, which is slowly freaking Kyle out. ] Please don't spit at me. What're you—Nope, noo no, none for you. Hey! [ Someone please help this poor ginger keep his bag o' s'mores out of the greedy mouth of a llama. Thaanks. ]

little lost lamb

[nightmarist]

[Since he's expecting Kyle, Ronan's keeping an eye on his phone, for once. When he gets the text, he momentarily abandoned his llamas to jog up to the main house, assuming that Kyle hasn't strayed too far from the driveway. A minute or two later, he turns the corner and spots that cute redhead.]

Perfect timing. We just finished assembling the iron maiden.

[redhott]

[ The moment of being happy to find Ronan quickly passes once he opens his mouth. Kyle may be the one that looks like a fiery Prince of Hell, but Ronan's the one that totally more intimidating. ]

... I... really can't tell if you're joking. And I'm... a little terrified now.

[ His long tapered ears pull droop with his unease. ]

LLAMA

[admemoriam]

Fluffy, leave him alone!

[Noah bounces down from the front porch, colorful sneakers light on the steps. He looks a bit like a wisp of cotton candy, tucked into human form.

Then, to Kyle: ] Are you here for Ronan?

[redhott]

[ When he hears another boy's voice, Kyle uses the time to pull out a s'more and toss it over the fence for the llama to follow after. Be gone, foul beast! ]

No! [ Wow, that came out real defensive. ] I mean, yeah he invited me, but I wanted to meet everyone else, too. [ His long ears twitch anxiously beside his head. ] I'm Kyle.

Lost Boy

[disentombs]

[It's been a lovely day on the beaches of the Florida Keys, reading under a palm tree. A handsome teenaged boy emerges out of nowhere, tanned perfectly from a day in the sun. He pushes his sunglasses up to his forehead--much less sunny here--and it only completes his positively preppy look: a pink polo shirt, white khaki shorts and topsiders.

There's an old leather-bound book tucked under his arm, yellowed pages in between the covers. The new person standing there certainly appears to look like someone associated with Lucifer, but the only evidence of his initial surprise is a pair of faintly widened eyes.

Of course, this person couldn't make it onto the property with violent intentions.]

Pardon. May I help you?

[redhott]

Oh, hey, sorry, I'm... [ Well now he's all tongue-tied about this whole thing. Guess Ronan couldn't be arsed to alert his gaggle of boyfriends he would be encroaching on their slice of Heaven today. Kyle hopes the others guys aren't going to be pissed. ] Ronan told me to come down, but uhh... He's not checking his texts. [ Shocking, I know. ] So I'm... just... standing here. Like a dumb ass. Hi. I'm Kyle.

Adam's Birthday, after the fight with Gansey

[hondoyota]

[Adam's feeling devastated after his fight with Gansey. He goes straight into his room, but his room is too open and brightly lit for his mood, and he's too easy to find there.

Wanting to hide, he slips out the side door to his room and heads for the church, creeping up the stairs to his old room there and ducking through the door, quiet so as to not alert Ronan if he's in the nave.

It's only once he's inside the little attic room that he realizes his critical error, because Ronan's already there. He stops short, looking distinctly caught with his hand still on the doorknob.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan had meant to dream, but he's not asleep yet when Adam arrives. At the sound of the door creaking open, he lifts his head and looks straight at Adam. Then sits up, because Adam looks unwell.]

Who did what?

[Sounds like he's going to fight whoever it was.]

[hondoyota]

[Adam gives him a wry, heartbroken little smile at that.

He can't bear to answer, so he just walks straight to Ronan and slides into his lap, claiming Ronan's lips in a kiss. It's desperate and deep, full of all Adam's need for him.

After a minute, the kiss breaks. Adam tucks his face against Ronan's neck, clinging tight to him.]

Post Adam argument//for Noah

[disentombs]

[He had never thought emotional pain could be as devastating as this.

At the core of it, Gansey knows he just must not be good for Adam, because money or no, he still screws up.

Last evening when he wandered back to his room in a daze, he'd simply collapsed onto his bed, using a pillow to block out the rest of his room. Sleep never came--his mind was too busy running and rerunning what happened. What could he have said to avoid all this? What had he missed? Why hadn't he mentioned Blue sooner? What if she showed up and felt the same way as Adam? What if Ronan took sides against him?

All these thoughts leading to different scenarios in his mind, hardly noticing the hours passing by.

He had irreparably fucked up. Royally.]

[admemoriam]

[In the space of a breath, Noah is behind him, arms winding and wrapping and soothing. He'd felt the fight as soon as the boys arrived back at the Meadows, like a loud rip through the peace of the afternoon, and his heart only broke further and further as he listened to their thoughts.]

It's okay.

[His breath is cool on the back of Gansey's neck.]

[disentombs]

[Gansey draws in a shaky breath, heart in his throat.]

It isn't.

[His voice comes out as a cracked whisper. He doesn't move but he deeply appreciates Noah wanting to help.

You know. You can feel it. Blue was preordained. You three were my choice, not destiny's.]

Post Adam argument/makeup // for Ronan

[disentombs]

[It'd been a rollercoaster of emotions this afternoon and evening and there's no way he's settled enough to fall asleep yet.

He's sitting at his desk which is littered with books analyzing the Bible, and a copy of the holy book itself at the furthest corner of his desk. All of them are peppered with post-its, some small notes scribbled on them and his new notebook that he's transcribing some of the most important notes into.

It's something he can throw his attention at, analyzing as much as he can to figure out an angle, a way out of their predicament.]

[nightmarist]

[The stench of whiskey probably announces Ronan's presence as much as the stumble of his clumsy footsteps on the floorboards. A second later, he's crouching beside Gansey, propping his chin on the desk, staring at the Bible in front of him.]

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Fidelium animae, per misericordiam Dei, requiescant in pace.

[disentombs]

[Latin isn't his strongest, and he doesn't recognize the words in relation to each other.

Gansey puts down his pen, knowing Ronan is smashed without a look at him yet.]

How long have you been drinking for, Lynch?

[But he shifts in his seat to face Ronan, one hand coming up to trace at the usual parts of his elaborate tattoo that peek up his shoulders and neck.]

Adam//Post birthday shenanigans

[disentombs]

[It's been a long evening and night after the misunderstandings with Ronan and Adam, but things have settled out since then and neither of them happened to ask Gansey why he kissed Blue. He'd rather that stayed between he and Noah for as long as possible.

He gets up from his bed and wanders downstairs where he finds Adam at the counter doing something about breakfast. He's not sure what and doesn't exactly care right this second, simply coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around Adam's waist from behind, planting a kiss on his neck.]

Good morning. Been up long?

[hondoyota]

[Adam smiles at the feeling of Gansey's arms around his waist. He reaches for another two pieces of toast and puts them in the toaster, leaning back into Gansey's embrace as he does so.]

Not really. Slept in. It's nice to be able to sleep in on weekends.

[He still feels conflicted about everything he found out, but he's satisfied that Gansey loves him, that Ronan belongs to him, that Ronan knows he's loved, that Gansey will always be his best friend. That it turns out okay in the end. Noah said so.]

[disentombs]

I must say, "well rested" is a good look for you.

[And Gansey is thrilled that Adam gets a chance at being a somewhat normal teenager here.]

If you're willing...I'd like to take you back to our spot today.