I wanted to become your comfort and move your heart

[dreamkid]

WHO: Residents of the Meadows & OPEN to visitors
WHERE: The Meadows outside De Chima
WHEN: All throughout August
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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OTA

[dreamkid]

[ How about that shimmer event... That sure happened. Pretty horrifying! But it's been over a week since then, time for a silly day.

For that purpose, a certain someone has raided the laundry room and is spending the day in his brother's clothes: skinny black jeans with the knees in tatters, excess length stuffed into a dangerous looking pair of boots. This jacket. Matthew's even slapped some product in his curls and seems to have tried messing them into the shape of Ronan's lazy mohawk (with exactly the results one might expect from such a venture. He almost looks cuter than usual.)

Chainsaw, bribed with chips, sits on his shoulder as he clomps around the house (these boots are actually kinda cool) and sings a very familiar song: ]

Squash one, squash two--

Closed to Betty

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew's strengths in the kitchen are mostly limited to taste-testing and cleanup, but he's still happy to do that much when he can. Plus it's nice to chat with Betty while she bakes delicious treats. He's watching her work, happily fetching ingredients and tools as she needs them, when seemingly out of the blue he asks her: ]

Hey, what kind of stuff does Reggie like?

[ He knows some things, obviously. Reggie likes his car, and he likes listening to music loud, and he likes to drink, and he likes himself. But he and Betty are from the same world and town, so she probably knows a lot more than that. ]