i followed fires toward the sound, cold upon the mountain to which i'm bound.

[nightmarist]

WHO: Residents of the Meadows & OPEN to visitors
WHERE: The Meadows outside De Chima
WHEN: Throughout May
WHAT: Day-to-day encounters at the magical farm commune.
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 lakeside castle, 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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[dreamkid]

[ Matthew looks at Hange, and there's fear in his eyes, but he nods shakily. He wishes there were a way out. That Ronan would reappear right in the nick of time. That Henrietta would stir, stretch her wings, and give his head an affectionate tap with her beak the way she so often has before. That he didn't have to fall asleep too. ]

This is just what happens, [ he reminds himself. And then he helps Hange get to work.

Henrietta is much lighter than she looks, being more or less a bird; it's her size that creates the need for a team effort to get her tipped onto the blanket. By the time they manage it, she's looking a bit ruffled in the feathers, and Matthew wants to fix her up and smooth her out but he doesn't know if there's time. ]

Like this? [ he asks Hange, grabbing corners of the blanket. In his head, he tells himself not yet not yet not yet. ]

[aberrant_type]

Yes. Pull her this way. Where's the closest cover? The church? If we can move towards the house as we put her away, that's for the best.

[As she'll have to get Matthew into the house... well, in with the horses will do in a pinch, but she'd prefer to leave him with his friends. She brushes at his hand, signaling he should drop one corner.]

I'll help. We must hurry.