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

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.

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Peter had gotten that impression, but he hadn't been sure how to ask it.

"Sounds like you were close to Gray then," he says, statement and question both. "Is that still - is he alive?"

Ronan squints in thought, tipping his face skyward. He would not characterize his relationship with the Gray Man as a closeness. The murder of one's family does build quite an emotional barrier, no matter how much forgiveness is involved. Gray cared for Ronan, in his way, and Ronan appreciated that, in his way. They maintained a professional coexistence, in that Gray's remorseful devotion held Ronan back from exacting violent revenge.

"Yes," he answers. "I'm not sure that bastard knows how to die. He was here until last winter, too. Trained me every day so I'd know how to protect myself whenever he was gone. Of course, that was before Kylo."

Now he'll never have to fight for his life ever again.

He was going to ask what on earth Ronan needs protection from if Kylo Freaking Ren is there. Like. He would also like a Kylo Freaking Ren backing him up. That seems metal AF.

But whether the relationship is what Peter's picturing or not - and he's not quite picturing that level of "I'd murder you if you were even slightly more of a dick" - but he can guess that it's not as rosy as his own relationship with Stark. Not that he has any illusions about how close he and Stark actually were either.

"Ported back out?" he says, quiet.

What Ronan doesn't mention is that he did attempt to murder Gray. And promptly got his ass handed to him. As far as they got in their training, Ronan still wouldn't stand a chance at victory. The important development here, though, is that now he wouldn't try.

"They all go eventually."

Maybe that will be a comfort to Peter.

Not really. His mind has shifted to Tony Stark, now, and how he was recently ported out. By all accounts, the man who was actually here was the Evil Dick AU version of Tony Stark, but Peter still desperately wants to meet him. Would have been ecstatic to meet him, if maybe also instantly disappointed.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess they do."

Which sort of raises the obvious question, right? What's the point?

To Ronan, it's not an obvious question at all. It's not a question that's even occurred to him.

He notices the melancholy in that response, though, and examines Peter just a little closer. "Are you hoping to stay?" he asks. A much more interesting question, to him. He knows why he has to remain, but the ones who have a life to return to? Why would they want to?

Peter jolts a little at that, surprised? He's completely misunderstood Ronan's question here, mostly because he can't even comprehend the thought of wanting to stay here forever. He has to go home. Disgraced or not, unmasked and framed for murder or not, he has to go back to his world. So, clearly Ronan is asking something else.

"Here? At the farm? With you and Kylo?" He seems bewildered, and - maybe a little hopeful? That would be nice, wouldn't it? If he could just leave this whole Mysterio mess. Wait out the clock instead.

Well, now. That's even more interesting. It's certainly the place Ronan was going, but they've arrived several minutes early.

"Why do you sound so surprised? I told you anyone's welcome."

And Peter is assuredly not here to murder Bob.

"It's up to you. People come and go whenever they feel like it. The door's always open." Literally. He doesn't bother to lock it. "And if you decide you wanna settle here, we can make a space for you."

Peter would likely murder for Bob, let’s be real here. As much as Peter wants to murder anyone, anyway.

He just sort of stops for a moment, still taken aback by the offer. That’s not something he gets every day? It’s not really something he gets offered ever, current awfulness with Beck notwithstanding. “Kylo Ren lives here,” he points out, maybe a little too bluntly. “Doesn’t he mind if some random kid shows up here?”

He thinks they got along, but he can’t be sure. And he’d rather not make that kind of assumption with Kylo.

"I don't reckon he thinks of you as 'some random kid'," Ronan says. "But even if he did, this is my damn farm and he knows it. He needed a home once and I gave it to him. He's not gonna be the person who turns away someone else who's looking for a home, too."

A home, huh. It’s a little strange to consider. In a good way, though. He’s just... a little overwhelmed at the thought? Beneath all his dumbass spider antics he’s still kind of lost, which is part of why the situation with Beck is what it is.

He’s quiet for a long moment. Reaching out to pet Bob again. “I think - I think I’m okay for now,” he says at last. “But thank you. I’m glad I’ve got somewhere else to go.”

He may need that soon.

"Yes, of course," comes Ronan's dry response, an eyeroll somehow making its way into the tone of his voice. "Your new adoptive dad." The sarcasm isn't a criticism of Peter, really. Ronan has seen this plenty of times before, this preference for the familiar and for handling the problem alone. But he can also see the futility of it from all the way over here. Beck will disappoint Peter and it will hurt when it happens.

"Speaking of that, I could expedite your paperwork, if you wanted. Get around all the government bullshit. You're old enough to be emancipated." Declan had done it, after their father's murder. Ronan had watched the entire process quite bitterly, being under sixteen at the time and unable to pursue the same path. "It's fucked-up anyone made you get a guardian in the first place."

Ugh. Peter makes such a face at even that sarcastic way of saying it. There's no part of him that's actually okay with Beck filling those shoes. He's just terribly weak to the lack of that role in his life, and even Beck is better than nothing right now. For now, anyway.

But what Ronan says next makes him brighten. "Really?" he says. "I asked David, but he made it sound like it'd be faster to wait out the clock." Given that Peter mostly wants to be left the hell alone here, it had made sense to just undo the obvious problem and let the long term problems figure themselves out already.

David's not wrong, if one is bound by the limitations of reality. Ronan simply is not. Maybe it will clarify why Colin Greenmantle had been so set on obtaining him when Ronan says, "I make fucking dreams come true, man. I can get you what you need right now. You're still gonna have to go down and get it filed, but you'll have everything."

Huh. Clearly Peter had not put two and two together on Ronan's powers. He sort of glances over at that tattoo, then back over at Ronan himself.

"You can just do that?" he asks. Despite, y'know, Ronan clearly saying as such just now.

Ronan snorts at that incredulity and tips his head toward the bantha.

"Where do you think Bob came from?"

Uhhhhhh.

“The same place other babies come from?”

Peter is about to understand why everything on this damn farm has Ronan's energy signature all over it.

"She doesn't have parents. I made her."

Whoa. Okay. Peter reaches out to pet her again, awed. Drawing the obvious conclusion given what his senses are telling him. “And the rest of the farm too?”

"Most of it."

None of the (current) human occupants are Ronan's doing.

Well. Peter did tentatively assume that the humans were not creations, but who knows.

“That’s a little bit crazy, dude. Amazing but.”

Ronan nods in enthusiastic agreement. It's absolutely nuts. Undeniable.

"Paperwork's no big deal. We could go with a flashier solution, but... Why bother?"

“Paperwork’s all I need.” And with that moving he doesn’t have to endure Beck that much longer. A weekend, at most? He can deal with it. “Thank you.”

"No problem."

Ronan swings over and hops down off the fence, planting his cowboy hat back onto his head.

"You coming, or you just wanna wait here?"

Well he could just sit here, but. He jumps down off the fence instead, landing gracefully.

“Long as you don’t mind me following.”

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