you gave up being good when you declared a state of war.

[nightmarist]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & OPEN
WHERE: Around!
WHEN: Early February
WHAT: Ronan's back and he doesn't know shit.
WARNINGS: Ronan Lynch is a foul-mouthed asshole.

heropa ( open to all )

[Ronan has already decided he hates this universe. It seemed prudent to acquaint himself with the various Porter cities, because he hates to know less than everyone else seems to know, but so far nothing has convinced him that there's anything to like about this world (other than the fact that Noah's alive in it).

Even though Ronan has gotten into several street fights with unfriendly locals up in Maurtia Falls, he prefers it a dozen times over compared to the sugar-sweet welcome and Stepford creepiness of sunny Heropa. He doesn't mind the free shit, but when he realizes he's being stalked as he wanders through various shops, he realizes the freebies aren't worth it.

The worst of it is when he steps outside only to be immediately accosted by a gaggle of teenage girls. Somehow they've got photos of him, clearly cut out from tabloids and magazines, and in unison they're shoving them at him and squealing about autographs. Ronan isn't in the habit of punching females, but he raises his voice in a sharp snap:]

Back the fuck off.

[Somehow, this doesn't have the same effect on people that it has back home. The girls swoon as if he's just quoted a catchphrase from a movie, and Ronan's lips curl back in a snarl.]

the meadows ( locked to joseph kavinsky )

[Ronan has enough sense to realize that Kavinsky's probably unwelcome at the Meadows. If Gansey were around, they wouldn't be making this journey at all. Even a whole universe away, Ronan can feel Gansey's disapproving stare, and it's a look that will probably manifest on Noah's features if Noah happens to catch them.

But, look, supposedly the Meadows is Ronan's home. Supposedly it's his creation. Supposedly he's meant to live there the way he'd live anywhere else, and that means if he wants to hang out with Kavinsky, then Noah's going to have to keep his judgment to himself.

Still, Ronan brings Kavinsky in through the back door and acts like it's because that was just the most convenient route from the mud patch where he's parked his car. He's carrying a six-pack but he doesn't set it down, eyes sweeping around to make sure Noah's out of sight before he makes his way toward the stairs. Only then does he look back to see if Kavinsky's following.]

Hurry up, dipshit.

maurtia falls ( locked to roronoa zoro )

( Continued from here. )

[Oh, how Ronan longs for the day (as in, like, yesterday) when the answer to that question was a solid "Of course I fucking have money." Like every other boy at Aglionby Academy whose name isn't Adam Parrish. But now he has to actually pull out his wallet and check, like he's trailer trash. Sifting through the change from the liquor store, he finds only singles.]

...Four dollars.

[And a nickel. It occurs to him that he doesn't know how much an ice pack costs. Again, because he's never had to think about it.]

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Comments

meadows;

[pillz]

[it does feel like kavinsky is intruding into somewhere holy or sacrosanct or whatever the word is, when you're a scumbag and got into somewhere scumbags aren't normally allowed to go. he peers across the sun-dappled floor and out the windows. the whole place smells like pine wood and nature and shit.

it reminds him of something. just bumfuck nowhere henrietta, maybe. or dying at sylar's, coming back to life. both, either. he died both places, anyway.]

This feel like your shit? [he asks, starting up the stairs.] The kind of shit you'd dream?

[nightmarist]

Allegedly.

[Which is not the answer to the actual question Kavinsky just asked, but Ronan doesn't really know. Yes? Maybe? At least, he could see himself wanting a place like this. Something like the home he lost, if not a precise copy.

He normally stomps up these stairs, but he's moving quietly now in case Noah's home.]

[pillz]

[it's not like kavinsky is intrinsically connected to his dreams. less than he should be, probably. but ronan always seems like the sentimental sort.

kavinsky laughs, and follows him up the stairs. pausing to check the walls for monster claw marks. fucking catholics. how's this for having a soul.]

You're home now. It's okay to gay cry.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan rolls his eyes at Kavinsky's not-unexpected commentary, and in case that wasn't enough, he sighs with exasperation. He finds the room that was supposedly his room before it wasn't anymore, nudging the door open with his foot, and immediately drops onto the edge of his bed with the six-pack beside him.]

Still feels like I'm breaking into somebody else's house.

cw drugs

[pillz]

[thank god nobody's home. not even that freakish murdered kid. kavinsky escapes into ronan's room and congratulates himself silently on this unexpected luck.

or maybe this is stupid. kicking it with the boy he'd killed himself over, exploiting this slight chink of timeline ignorance. it's not going to turn out well... but what the fuck else is there to do, between revenge and his next attempt to get home to the world he can actually stay dead in?] So dream some shit. Make it yours.

[he dumps out his pockets on the desk. i'm going to assume there's a desk, pana, and there's nothing you can do about it. he's cutting up a line of coke there pretty quick, but he pauses to toss ronan his phone.] Maybe make it Russia-proof.

[there's a news article on there about it. the invasion.]

[nightmarist]

[Kavinsky makes it sound easy. "Dream some shit." Ronan barely has a handle on this. He just figured out cars. He can't fucking imagine how he pulled a whole house out of his head and it didn't turn out more fucked-up than it currently is.

Before he can whine about it, though, there's a phone being tossed at him. He catches it and turns his attention to the screen.]

Jesus. They mentioned something about this, but...

[Well, it had kind of sounded like a joke. This article does not.]

tw rape joke

[pillz]

[cars are like fantastical monsters are like anything else you could want, as far as kavinsky's concerned. but he's a dream thief, not a greywaren, and has no awareness besides. nodding at ronan, he sits by the desk. takes the cocaine out of his pocket, a tiny segment of stirrer, credit card. he starts to prep a line.

this place stresses him out. he half-expects to see gansey jump out from behind the bed, his stanky boat shoes flailing, chest puffed in superiority. here to claim his boy. he wonders where the birds went, the ones he'd made for dicky g.]

There was ways to get out to Mexico, though. If it happens again, you oughtta take it. 'Less there's some hot prison rape scenario you wanna act out with the Reds. [click click. he shuffles the coke into a proper series of lines. he tries not to think about the ronan who had fled to mexico, telling him not to die. telling him not to let the russians kill him. telling him not to be a coward.] You want some? [he's talking about the cocaine.]

heropa

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail manages to avoid drawing attention to herself as an import most of the time. She learned to keep her head down, stay quiet and avoid drawing attention to herself, even before coming to this world. In her old life, she had to deal with reporters and find ways to sneak out of a hospital. As bad as the attention of the press was back home, at least Freddie Lounds and the rest never squealed. She feels an actual sympathy for the guy they're bothering, as well as annoyed. Those fanatics are giving teenage girls a bad name.

She walks over slowly to the group, whispering to a few at the back and starting rumors about a even better celebrity a few blocks away. When the crowd thins out, she makes her way to the front.]

Go away. You're embarrassing yourselves.

[She speaks clearly and directly to the girls. Maybe if they see themselves as looking bad in front of the guy, they'll leave him alone.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan has never been overly fond of females in general, even when they're not squealing, but he looks incredibly relieved to see Abigail. Or, more accurately, he's grateful for what Abigail's doing. The fangirls take the bait, for the most part, and the few stragglers give up hope as Ronan does his very best to pretend they're invisible while he turns his full attention to Abigail.]

Is it always like this?

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail chuckles as the excited girls run off, pleasantly surprised that it actually worked. When the guy speaks, she turns to face him and shakes her head.]

"Only when they see someone they really like."

[She won't mention that it could get worse. Things can always get worse.]

"Did you do something extra special lately?"

[nightmarist]

[Ronan hisses out a long sigh, glancing off for a moment.]

Well, I was here before, apparently. But I don't remember jack shit about it. Just got back or whatever, I guess maybe they're just excited to see me again.

[Life is so hard, being a beautiful literal dream boy. Much suffering.]

[am_i_a_monster]

"So, that was your welcome wagon, huh? Maybe next time they'll just send you a gift basket."

[She looks at him curiously, thinking back to when she had first arrived. She had run into a kind stranger, and Will. It had made things easier.]

"How are you liking it here? I mean, other than the crazy fan girls."

[nightmarist]

It's mostly bullshit.

[He sounds cross, but obviously not with her. Is anyone ever happy to be kidnapped out of their world? Well, other than the dead. Noah seems glad to inhabit a living human body again. Ronan sighs, weary.]

I guess it could be worse. Everything's just so fucking creepy.

[Not in the cool way, but in the Orwellian sense.]

[santouryuu]

[It's apparent from Zoro's grimace that that's not a good sign. It might be enough, but it also might not be. Zoro's not sure, because he's never actually purchased or used an ice pack in his life; his idea of "medical care" is sleeping, preferably after drinking booze if any is available. At any rate, he's learned four dollars is not a lot of money.]

Ah, shit. I'm broke too.

[nightmarist]

What the fuck do poor people do in these situations?

[If only Adam were here to bestow his trailer trash wisdom. Ronan has never so much as been forced to request a complimentary cup of water at a fast food chain, because ordering a Coke is so many fewer syllables.]

[santouryuu]

[Shrugs]

Go without?

[The straw hats are often lacking in Funds, given as they're pirates that don't actually pillage or plunder........]

[nightmarist]

Fuck that.

[Shoplifting it is.]

Where's the nearest supermarket or whatever? Pharmacy? Fuck if I know.

[santouryuu]

[He seems to think on that for a minute. Then points in...a totally different direction than the one he was actually going in before....]

It's this way, I think.

[Don't follow him, Ronan, this way lies only madness.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan doesn't have a better idea, seeing as he's the new guy around here, so he goes as directed.]

How far?

February bonding nonsense idk, drinking and shopping;

[rekt]

[ it's probably some kind of illegal for them to be walking around a public mall with coke bottles that are less cola and more a mix of that and whiskey, snickering as they teeter around corners and into shops and department stores.

murphy isn't really sure if the odd stares they're getting are for A, the fact they're now known imPorts, B, the fact they look like very disproportionate twins or C, they're drunk as hell. nor does he really care, as he tugs one of those little hipster flower crown headbands off a nearby accessory display in a trendy clothing store and snaps it around his too long hair, face the picture of seriousness as he turns back to his newfound magic buddy. ]

Is it me?

[nightmarist]

You're an embarrassment.

[Ronan says that in the kindest way he can, purring with adoration. This is super nice, getting wasted with his little whatever-he-is and doing stupid teenage shit. It's almost enough to make Ronan forget about the fact that he's alone and trapped in another universe with no one but his rival and a former ghost who probably hates him because another Ronan was an asshole in a lifetime he doesn't even remember.

Almost.

Turning to another display, Ronan plucks a rhinestone tiara off a hook and places it atop his own head.]

Am I pretty yet?

[rekt]

[ murphy laughs like an imp, looking over at ronan and his tiara, with the flower crown still sitting primly on his messy hair. reaching up, he makes a little show of setting the tiara straight on his head, like preparing some lovely lady for a ball. ]

You're the prettiest princess in the whole kingdom.

[ with that bald head of yours and that punk ass wardrobe. things he won't tell him - ronan actually looks pretty badass. maybe after some more drinks, and when more of this perfume crap kicks into higher gear. ]

Buy it. Or pocket it, whatever, no one's looking.

[nightmarist]

Someone's always looking at me.

[Because he is gigantic, suspicious-looking, and the kind of ethereal one only gets to be when one's mother is an actual Disney princess born from a dream.

...Also, he's a dude in a tiara.]

[rekt]

That's what you get for being a bald behemoth.

[ murphy's commenting, as a hand somewhere below his waist silently plucks a pair of heart eyed shades off another stand, slipping them into his sleeve. ]

Let's go. [ he's announcing, plucking the tiara off Ronan's head with the same arm the glasses are tucked into the sleeve of, shoved between his long shirt sleeves and the heavy material of his jacket. he goes about plopping it back down on the rack, with the opposite hand somewhere behind him, repeating the same motion as before on a set of festive shuttershades. ]

Come on. Before you start trying on the bras.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan watches this display of teenage delinquency with minimal reaction, lest he attract a clerk's attention. His lips twitch in amusement. He's not too sad to leave the tiara behind. After all, he could always make a real one if he felt so inclined.]

I've gone my whole life without touching a bra and I'm not about to start now.