so deliver me from evil 'cause the little things relieve us.

[nightmarist]

WHO: Residents of the Meadows & OPEN to visitors
WHERE: The Meadows outside De Chima
WHEN: Throughout September
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 home to 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.

Comments

[mofi]

Murphy wonders if Hange had met his future self, the one that was here before him. She seems unfazed by the fact that both him and Ronan share the same face. Ronan's just more mature, older.

"What's not to like about trees?" Murphy has taken a liking to them the moment he had stepped foot off the dropship. The moment he touched the ground for the first time.

"Yeah, I have them."

[aberrant_type]

Hange's not the greatest with faces and something like a twin face is easy to write off - twins happen even in regular humans. Put them side by side, and she'll really start wondering.

"Haha, nothing! Therefore, I'm happy to put in the trees he requested. You can expect to see more, too."

She moves over to the one tree, reaching out to place a hand on the trunk. Physical connection intensifies her feeling of understanding and awareness of this one tree; she can pick out the roots wriggling in the soil, the little branches proliferating in air. It makes her mouth water. It makes her want to eat dirt. The tree grows faster. Hange's quite strong at this.

[mofi]

[ Murphy steps closer to her, very cautiously. He's paying more attention to the growing tree than on Hange. ]

Apple. Like the fruit, right? [ He has never eaten an apple before, never even seen what one looked like. Slowly, Murphy stops next to her, watches the tree grow. It's tall enough to loom over them now. ]

[aberrant_type]

Exactly like the fruit!

[Hange maintains tree contact, but she does raise a hand and gesture towards a certain area of the tree. It's popping out bright green buds as if they're in the height of springtime everywhere, but the part that she gestures towards starts to develop faster than the rest, the leaves unfurling like little wings and blossoms popping open, petals variegated white and pale pink. She'll push that one part of the tree to maturity as they watch. The apples grow, not quite as fast as sped-up film, plumping up red with golden stripes.]

Eat one!

sorry i switched formats!

[mofi]

Murphy steps closer, curiosity tugging him over to the fruit blossoming from the branches. The apples are nice and plump. He doesn't say anything, Murphy just plucks off the reddest one and sinks his teeth into it.

It makes a nice cracking sound, biting off a chunk of apple. The apple is sweet and tangy on his tongue, his tastebuds are going crazy. Murphy's never tasted anything like this. He makes satisfying noises as he crunches through the apple. "Holy shit, that's good!"

No worries :D

[aberrant_type]

“Isn’t it?”

Hange is basically a bouncing superball of energy, but this takes it out of even her, especially when she’s been at it for a bit. Hange hooks an arm around a handy branch. Now it looks as though the tree is supporting her, more than she’s supporting it; the growth stops for the moment. Hange reaches up and plucks one of her own apples, and takes a big bite of her own.

She talks with her mouth full too. “Apple groves where Ronan wants them. I can do other fruit trees too. I can hybridize things, I made these plants called rospberries when I was here before - “ She pronounces it rose-pberries. It’s a silly word. “And you can do things like make cider from apples, and many other things.”

[mofi]

Murphy smiles a little. A nice feeling knowing the person, who you share a face with, also share other things in common. "I never had fruit up in space." Hell, he's never actually seen fruit either.

He takes another bite, apple juice running down the sides of his mouth. The back of his sleeve is used as a napkin and wipes his mouth clean. "What's a rospberry?" rose-pberry, he mimics. "Never had fruit, never had cider."