open log;

[unguibusetrostro]

WHO: Ronan Lynch and the unfortunate souls of De Chima (i.e. Y O U)
WHERE: De Chima, Virginia
WHEN: Month of August
WHAT: Open log! Let me know if you want a specific starter (chelicerae
WARNINGS: Ronan Lynch is probably his own warning

a; music store

[He's not in the instrument section, although he could be. He hasn't played any music in a long time, but he listens to music like crazy, and it's not all the digital downloads. Sometimes Ronan Lynch finds weird music that he can only listen to on cassette or vinyl or CD. He likes the weird serendipity of it.

He's looking, right now, at something for a shitty band. Chainsaw is on his shoulder, and the manager has been trying to gather up the courage to kick him out for fifteen minutes.

He actually is putting the CD back when Chainsaw opens her wings and smacks someone's face.

Probably yours.]

b; on the lazy river

[It's the kind of heat that would drive anyone crazy; Virginia heat, hot summer weather. Ronan had been home, it's his day off, but he's not dealing with it well so he took to the river.

It's a popular spot with local teens (and some imPorts) and he's trying to find a spot that isn't covered in people sneaking beers and splashing. He manages to find one eventually, and he's swimming, casually, when he hears someone approach and looks up.]

What are you doing here?

c; wildcard, or start your own adventure

[Give a prompt over or a picture and let's do this thing]

Comments

( c. ) i do what i want.

[aberth]

[ It's been hot as hell all day, the kind of heat that makes the asphalt feel like it's melting and the bones inside a person's skin feel leaden. Adam's spent half of it stuck under a car and the other half traipsing through the undergrowth of his favourite forest spot trying to work on controlling his power. He's hot, tired, cranky.

But Ronan looks worse.

Currently the other boy is draped across the couch, tank top sticking to him awkwardly. There's a sweat that he's studiously ignoring at his temple. Adam can feel the misery rising from him like the thick soup of air around him. He doesn't think twice about grabbing his wallet, nor about tossing the keys to the - newly dreamt - bmw on his boyfriend's stomach. ]

Come on.

[ The car at least has AC. And Adam has a plan. ]

you're excellent

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[He's been suffering all day.

For someone who loves his home, he doesn't deal with heat well. He's bone meltingly crabby from three walks with ten different dogs, and he wants to just be left to wilt.

He hears Adam and thinks that he can't bear touching him because of the heat when the keys hit his stomach, and he squints to look up. Adam is standing and walking away, which, you know, is nice, because Adam has a fantastic back and ass and Ronan doesn't mind watching, but then Adam says come on and Ronan can't help himself. He unfolds.]

It's a fucking furnace out there, Parrish, this better be fucking worth it.

[aberth]

It's a furnace in here too, asshole.

[ He feels the atmosphere hit him the minute he steps outside. Part of him wants to rush to the BMW but he knows that'll make things worse. So instead he just waits until Ronan unlocks it, the leather uncomfortable as he slides in. It's easy to flip the AC on full the minute Ronan shoves the key in, the chilly artificial air immediate and blessed. ]

We need to stop at the grocery store first.

[ As part of his plan. ]

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[He looks at Adam for a long moment, but gets in, settles, lets the cold air wash over him. He starts to feel better right away, until Adam says where they're going.]

Fuck this better not be errands.

[But he drives]

[aberth]

It's not errands.

[ Adam knows better than to drag him along for a reason like that. He also knows there's a small list of supplies he should pick up. But he shifts in his seat, rests his cheek against the headrest, quietly studying Ronan. He likes these quiet moments, the ones where there's not much going on, where they aren't rushing around.

It makes him feel hopeful. ]

a!

[primadovea]

[ said person who gets her face smacked with the bird's wing is Mint Aizawa, who's currently rifling through the cd selection trying to find any sort of classical or a specific Broadway soundtrack. Coming here fresh from 2003, Mint still hasn't fully wrapped her head around the idea of digital downloads. You find something on a CD and you listen to it on a CD! That's how it works.

What doesn't work is getting whacked in the head by a bird. Mint frowns at Chainsaw, giving the bird a tiny little glare. ] That was incredibly rude, you know.

[ It's said in English, but said to Chainsaw. And, due to her Porter power, even though she's talking in English, it can be understood by birds. Which...means it can also be misunderstood by Ronan but hey, she's looking at the bird, she's not looking at him! ]

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[Chainsaw looks at the girl, because wait.

What just happened.

Ronan looks over, barely, and Chainsaw caws. Sorry, is what she says, because Chainsaw has manners, unlike her owner.]

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Apology accepted, [ Mint calmly responds, as if talking to birds is no big deal in the slightest. And then, out of curiosity, ]

Do you have any idea where the classical section is, by the way?

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[That draws Ronan's attention more clearly. Because he can't quite understand the garbled speech, and Chainsaw is cawing back Kerah will know, when Kerah is Ronan.]

What?

[primadovea]

Do you have any idea where the classical section is? [ Mint repeats, shifting her attention from Chainsaw to Ronan. She doesn't know who this guy is (except his name's Kerah? Okay) but hey, she'll trust Chainsaw telling her to bother him. ]

b.

[admemoriam]

[Noah laughs, his face only halfway out of the water. His nose blows bubbles, and his eyes crinkle in the sunlight.

With a giggling gasp of air, ] I was already here. I could hear you drive up from a mile away.

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God, you're such a creepy motherfucker.

[He says it with no malice. It's just Ronan Lynch.]

[admemoriam]

But you keep me around anyway.

[He floats up onto his back, all skinny ribs and freckled elbows, and splashes some water in Ronan's direction.]

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[Noah splashes on Ronan, Ronan splashes back.]

Yeah, you can blame Gansey for that.

[But the truth is that Ronan never really protested Noah living with them. He paddles a bit away, but not far.]

[admemoriam]

[A leaf brushes Noah's arm, and he plucks it out of the water, examining it intently.]

Do you remember me moving in?

c. animal shelter!!

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew said he would visit Ronan at work and he's the kind of boy who likes to keep his word, so he shows up one day without any warning, as eager and happy as one of the shelter's puppies. Ronan gets an enthusiastic greeting, and the enthusiasm only grows as Matthew wanders, looking around, meeting the animals, getting an idea of the place where his brother works. Like, for real, for money. Ronan. ]

Oh, she's so cute. Can we get her out?

[ "She" is a tortoiseshell kitten with too many toes and a ridiculously short tail, and Matthew is well aware that he does not have permission to bring any more animals home but he really wants to hold her for a little bit. ]

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[Matthew is the only person who really gets this part of Ronan - even Adam doesn't get this as much, this mix of affection and exhaustion, this brotherly love sort of thing.

He watches Matthew and reaches into the kennel, pulls the kitten out. She meows a little and looks up at Matthew.]

She's going home tomorrow, she's scheduled to be spayed.

[So don't get attached.]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew is already attached in the easy, unreserved way that Matthew tends to get attached to things and animals and people who aren't his family. It's the kind of attachment that never seems to cost him anything. He holds his hands out for her, welcoming the little fluffball into his arms, and laughs when she tips her head back at a ridiculous angle to look up at him. ]

You did good, [ he tells her happily, pleased that she's got herself a family lined up already. Her whiskers curl forward and that's the only warning before her paw shoots up to bat harmlessly at his nose, making him laugh again, louder this time. ]

Ronan-- [ He looks up, grinning. ] You've got the best job.

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[He watches this, somewhat pleased.]

It pays shit.

[Just to reiterate: he is not doing this for the money.]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew gives a boyish shrug and continues beaming at the kitten, having managed to just calm her enough that she's letting him scratch her ears. ]

You can dream a whole house.

[ Ronan does not exactly need money. ]

B); let's say around the 19th?

[dirtyredneck]

Saying hi to Chainsaw.

[Daryl said back in the same tone. He'd come to the river not to swim, but because most of the game he'd been tracking were headed that way. Not for where all the teenagers were making noise, of course. Further down. But he'd been making his way past most of the day-camps when he'd spotted the Raven making an overhead survey. Decided to follow her back and see where she was nesting.

He hadn't known it was Chainsaw when he saw her. He didn't know her that well. Thought maybe there was a nest nearby he could watch newborns being taken care of. See what the parents did and learn from them, maybe. But then she'd landed on a tree near some cast off clothes and Daryl had recognized the asshole swimming by his lonesome.]

How you doing, Chainsaw?

[He asked with a polite nod her way before looking back down at Ronan and holding up the six pack of beer he'd swiped from some underage drinkers who were too afraid of the crossbow on his back to say no when he'd claimed it for himself.]

You drink?

[And yes, that was an actual smile curling up the edge of his mouth.]

perf

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[Chainsaw is already coming down to say hello, to look at Daryl curiously. Ronan is standing in the water now - it's only about chest-high - and watching this.

He isn't sure why he likes Daryl. Maybe because Daryl doesn't give a fuck. Or because Daryl sort of reminds him of the parts of Henrietta he likes (which is saying something about what Ronan likes about Henrietta), or because Daryl is unapologetically himself.

Mostly it boils down to that. Daryl doesn't front, and Ronan respects that.

He opens his hands for a beer.]

Here.

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl slipped one of the cans out of the holder and tossed it over with perfect accuracy. At this distance, he could have hit Ronan between the eyes with it had he wanted to. After that was done, he turned his head slightly to look at Chainsaw where she'd found her way to his shoulder. Reached up to give her a quick scratch under her chin and along her belly while he found a decent spot to sit down. A good five feet from the waters edge he did just that. The rest of the beer set into the ground while he opened one for himself.]

Was out here during April and it was deserted. Now everyone and their mother's out on the river, making noise, forcing the game south and east.

[He lifted his can to his lips and huffed wryly:]

Even you.

[Which was basically Daryl for 'what the hell you doing out here? this don't seem like your kind of place']

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It's hot as fuck.

[He opens his can of beer and takes a drink. Chainsaw fluffs a bit and caws at that.]

What are you hunting? You know there's a thing called a supermarket, right?

[dirtyredneck]

Deer, if I can get it. This crowd, though, I'll be lucky if I get rabbit or goose.

[Daryl absently tried to calm Chainsaw down by switching his petting to her back and wings.]

Any food I can hunt or find for myself is less money spent.