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[ There’s a blonde girl on the video. It’s pretty clear that she’s in the bookshop, Sub Text, from what can be seen around her. She’s got a coffee cup at her elbow that says ‘Books turn muggles into wizards’. She waves a little at the camera. ]

I haven’t done one of these in ages so clearly, I’m slacking. I’ve actually been doing a lot of reading lately. I know, I can hear BFF from home yelling at me to go out and get a life already, Gracie. I’m working on it. I mean...I will work on it. Probably.

Which brings me to book boyfriends. Don’t question how my brain works, just go with the flow. Last month while the flying monsters were...flying, I stayed inside in order to avoid becoming a damsel in distress and I got completely lost in Henrietta, Virginia. Where is Henrietta, Virginia you might ask, other than the obvious answer: in Virginia. It’s a fictional town set in the world of the Raven Boys. There’s a private school called Aglionby Academy, a public school that no one ever really seems to go to and a Welsh King that’s been dead for over 500 years.

None of that is the point. The point is the characters, the boys and more to the point: Adam, Gansey and Noah. I’ll take a date with all of them. Seriously, though. Each in their own way are so precious. They deserve all of the hugs so selflessly, what do we say to that?

[ She gives the camera a look like ‘oh, you know it’s coming’.]

I volunteer!

[ She sits back a little, clearly pleased with herself.]

Equally as amazing are their true loves, because did you all think I would be reading this if true love weren’t part of the equation? I want to be friends with Blue and...I’m not sure what I want to do with Ronan. Bad boys have never been my thing. Maybe play with his raven, which is not a dirty joke.

And Noah...we are not talking about Noah.

In short, I’ve got the entire quartet of books here at the shop. If you promise to read them, care lovingly for the characters inside and adore them, they can be yours for the low, low price of…


[ She drum rolls on the table next to her]

Free!

And now it’s time for me to do actual work. Gracie out.

[ There’s a final wave from the blonde and the video goes black]

((ooc: feel free to talk to Gracie via the network or stop by Subtext and say hi. No fourth walled parties were injured in the making of this vlog))
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Matt Murdock

Disoriented isn't exactly the right word for what Matt feels when he wakes up. He remembers the creature. He remembers the way it shredded the chestplate on his armored suit. He remembers the agonizing pain from having his heart ripped out, remembers that he was alive long enough to see his heart in the creature's talons. He knows what happened to him, but he can't figure out why he's alive now and he's very much alive. He can hear his heart thundering in his chest and the whoosh of his blood in his veins. He can hear how loud his living body is and as he adjusts to that, other noises trickle in, overwhelming at first then gradually fading away to something manageable. He takes a gasping breath, sitting up in bed. He's naked, but that's not unusual when he's in bed. He knows that Katniss and Foggy have been nearby recently (maybe still are, but he can't quite get a handle on his senses yet). He grabs some track pants and a tee shirt out of his closet, pulls them on and moves into the living room.

After he's had a chance to eat something and drink some tea (he's starving), he takes advantage of the network and orders the PDA he'd found on his nightstand to send a text to the network at large:

To be concise, what the hell happened here?


Audrey Parker

Audrey is unsurprised to wake up at her desk in the police station. It's something that's a common enough occurrence. She is surprised to find that her blouse is shredded and bloody, but there seems to be no wound on her chest beneath the blouse. She pushes herself to her feet and is hit with a memory of a creature, one of the creatures that have been terrorizing the town. She remembers dying, or at least having her heart ripped out. She remembers thinking immediately of Duke and how he would cope here without her; he'd find a way home and he'd be okay. Of course, that makes her think of Nathan and how he's going to handle it when Duke tells him she's dead. She doesn't have long to actually consider that though because...dying and dead.

Except now she's not. Now she's alive. She presses her hand to her chest and moves to open her desk drawer, pulling a clean shirt out. She changes then sends out a few texts:

I don't know how long I've been gone, but I'm okay and the police station is back in business. What's going on out there now? Are the creatures still a danger?


Once that's done, Audrey grabs her gun, pulls on a bullet-proof vest and heads out of the police station to see for herself what's going on. While she intends to make this a patrol and check on things in the town, she's going to ultimately make her way to Duke's boat to check on him herself.


Sophie Hamilton

Death isn't something Sophie has ever experienced before. Sure, there'd been a friend in high school, but not someone she was close to. She's certainly never died before. In fact, until the creatures arrived in this place, violence was something that Sophie only had a casual knowledge of: the random frat boy fight at school or a catfight in the hallways of high school. It wasn't something real to her, but the day she'd run out for more art supplies had changed that. She'd thought the daylight would protect her. It was only a quick trip.

When she awakens with a gasp, Sophie is in her room. There's a half finished canvas set up (she remembers working on it) and her room looks untouched so there's little to tell her how long she's been dead (how is that even possible). She changes from the blood stained and torn clothes she's wearing, shoving the shirt down deep in the bathroom trash (she'd like to burn it) and pulling on her favorite sweatshirt (an old one of Cam's) and a fresh pair of jeans. She pads barefoot out into the living room, cautious at first.

"Cam?"

Once she speaks with her brother and finds out that the creatures that killed her are gone, she'll go outside, stop by the Houndstooth then the coffee shop. Once she feels a little more comfortable, she'll continue to the bookstore then the art supply store. She might be looking for Leo and some of the other people she's just started to get to know here.


Annabeth Chase

Annabeth startles awake, her hand flying to her chest. Having her heart ripped out is a new experience, but she's been gravely injured before and brought back so she's not entirely surprised. She's still wearing the bloodied Camp Halfblood tee shirt that she'd been wounded (killed?) in. She's also in her apartment (the one she'd barely had time to settle into). After a quick change of clothing, she leaves her apartment in search of the people she cares about. She's got her knife in hand, unwilling to leave anything to chance. She'll stop by Percy's apartment first then go in search of Leo and Percy if he's not in his apartment.

She can be found all about town searching for her friends and trying to figure out what's going on now


Ronan Lynch

Ronan isn't a stranger to waking up bloody, nor is he a stranger to nearly dying, so that's what he assumes happened. In fact, he'd honestly thought the creatures that ripped out his heart were one of his night terrors at first so he'd created a night terror in order to help them, the all white one that's so fond of him. It hadn't been enough, at least it hadn't been enough to protect himself. He hopes it was a enough to protect his friends. He wakes up in one of the barns wearing some clothes that have been shredded and bloodied. He pushes himself to his feet, swaying a little as the memory of his death catches up with him, but the need to find Adam, Gansey and Blue drives him. As per usual, he doesn't even consider using the PDA to contact them. He goes to the house first, hollaring for Adam.

Once he's reunited with Adam, he'll go to Monmouth Manufacturing to find Blue and Gansey. He wants to make sure everyone is okay because the last time monsters hit this place, they'd lost Noah. He's got no intention of losing anyone else if he can help it.


[ooc: Just put the character's name you want in the subject line. If you've got a particular scenario in mind, let me know and we can run with it. ]
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On his way home from work, Adam might have slipped a few candy canes into his pockets. You'd think he'd learn not to try the food that just appears out of nowhere at this point. But at the same time, the food in the kitchen at the Barns appears out of nowhere when they need it too. Sure, sometimes it's nice to actually go to the grocery store, but sometimes the wishing is just so convenient. The point is, that that food hasn't affected him weirdly, so it's easy to get lax on being vigilent about drugged food.

Gansey and Blue have been staying at the Barns with him and Ronan and Opal. Adam knows that the day is coming when they'll go back to Monmouth. He can't decide if he'll be glad or sad when that happens. It's confusing, really. He feels the same as he did in those days leading up to their trip around the world. It's going to be weird without them.

With the recent snowfall, Adam has been dressing for the cooler weather. When he gets onto the Barns property, he holds the candy cane that tastes like homemade apple pie for some weird reason in between his teeth and texts the others:

[ TEXT TO RONAN, BLUE & GANSEY ]

It's snowman building time. Get out here!

Yes, he's definitely candy cane drugged.
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The monsters have been gone from Itinere for a few days now. The city is repairing itself in that strange way it does and the quiet couldn't be more unwelcoming as far as Adam is concerned. At least while the monsters were invading there were other things to focus on. Keep the Barns safe. Keep Ronan safe. Keep Opal safe. Stay alive. Survive. Somehow, some way, survive. Now, there's only himself and his own guilt to wallow in. He could have done something more. He should have been faster, stronger, better... just better.

He's waited a few days, waited to see if Noah comes back twenty-four hours or so after his death. He's waited more than twenty-four hours, searching, hoping, checking his phone contacts and finding Noah's name missing... still. His heart hurts. He kind of hates himself for not being more than he is, for not saving Noah. He's mad at Noah too in a completely irrational way. Noah, who kept telling him to go, who wouldn't fight with him, who is just... gone.

Finally, he has to accept it. It's easier said than done. Noah is gone. Noah is gone. Noah is gone.

Adam dives into his work. Parrish's garage is open very early in the mornings and closed far past normal working hours. He repairs everything that is brought in and tinkers with things he already has. He builds skateboards, bikes, engines, etc. During his lunch breaks he goes over to Subtext, the bookstore, and reads. He reads so many books, mostly about engineering, some about medical things. He takes notes on things he wants to remember.

Keeping his mind busy is the best plan, he thinks.

One night he stops by The Houndstooth to do a practice run, to tell two strange girls that Noah is gone. It isn't easy, not even a little bit. But most nights he usually grabs dinner in town and takes it back to the Barns for Ronan and Opal. And every so often, he goes to that alleyway where Adam had led Noah to try to lose the monster that had attacked them. He imagines he can still see the bloody mess of his friend's body there. He tries to say goodbye to him, but all he can come up with is every apology under the sun, again and again. I'm sorry, Noah. I'm sorry.
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Ronan had been trying for nearly a month to dream Opal and Adam had been fixing frayed ley lines every day for just as long. He was beginning to think that it wouldn’t work, that whatever deities oversaw Itinere wouldn’t allow it and that idea made him angry. Actually, the idea of never seeing Opal again scared him, which made him angry (as most things did). Ronan went on a destructive bent like he hadn’t in months. He punched people, drove far too fast on his motorcycle and accidentally brought hungry, desperate creatures out of his dreams that he ended up shooting with his father’s shotgun for fear they’d eat the deer he’d so patiently tamed. He was desperate and hurting the day he finally pulled Opal out of his dreams. He’d woken angry and prepared to be disappointed only to find Opal sitting at the foot of the bed staring at him. She looked precisely as he’d last seen her wearing a dress, her hair shaggy and blonde. He’s not sure if any time has passed for her or not, but she appeared to be well taken care of.

Ronan was not usually given to displays of affection (except where Adam was concerned) but he couldn’t help snatching Opal up in a hug and squeezing until she squirmed, squealed and demanded to be put down.

“I want to go see the deer,” she told him.

Ronan smirked in response and shook his head. “Better idea. Let’s go see Adam and maybe get some ice cream.”

A sunshiney smile lit up the little girl’s face at the mention of Adam. There were very few people she liked better in the world than Adam.

Adam, as usual lately, had the BMW which left Ronan and Opal with the motorcycle that Adam had built for him. Ronan rummaged around in one of the barns until he found a bright yellow helmet for Opal then he loaded her on the back of the bike, admonishing her to keep her arms tight around his waist. Honestly, he’d never driven so safely, so slowly in his life, but eventually they pulled the bike into one of the empty work bays at Adam’s shop where Opal scrambled off the bike, yelled for Adam and launched herself in his direction.

Later, Ronan, Opal and Adam can be found walking about town, happily showing the little girl with deer legs a place where she doesn’t have to hide her feet in tall boots and long dresses. Come say hi.

[ ooc: you may get Ronan, Adam or both. Both muns will be NPC'ing Opal]

[open]

Mar. 27th, 2016 02:50 pm
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At some point in the chaos, Persephone had disappeared. Blue had mourned the loss of the woman who had helped to raise her. But as more time has passed, the easier it's become to live here without feeling the ache of missing people back home. Sure, she still misses her family almost every day. She especially misses Moira Sargent. This is the longest she's ever been away from home and her mother and it hasn't always been easy. But Blue's lucky. She knows that she's lucky. Each of her raven boys are still here. As long as she has them in her life, Blue knows that she's at home.

Since it's return, Blue has spent a good amount of her time cleaning up Monmouth. She doubts that the warehouse home has ever been so clean. At least, not since Gansey had originally moved in. The big difference between the Monmouth here in Itinere and the one back in Henrietta is that this one is her home. She had moved in shortly after arriving here and has yet to move out. Even the appearance of a 300 Fox Way on one of the random blocks in town hasn't gotten her to budge. She had tried for all of one night but it's just not the same without all of the women that lived in the house with her.

So she cleans. And cooks. And continues to work her part-time job at one of the cafes downtown. She rides her bike around town and spends enough time at the beach that she suspects that she might be getting a tan. As lives go, it's not a bad one. Especially given that whole end of the world thing that nearly happened a couple of months ago. Blue's not complaining. But there's still one thing that she wishes she could do above anything else and that's kiss Richard Gansey III. Dating a boy, let alone your true love, is difficult when kissing will never be an option.
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Adam has been busy over the last month as the city has magically rebuilt itself before their very eyes. A lot of his time has been spent out in the mountainous and forested areas of the dome, away from people, doing what he has to do to make things right. Those who know him know what he's been doing. Those who don't, well, he isn't sharing. Over the month though, he's become more and more centered, more like himself and less scattered and overly emotional. Repairing the ley lines will do that for him.

He's getting back into a routine which includes a work schedule at the garage where he repairs and builds things of all kinds. Every day around noon he's in the park across the street, usually sitting on the merry-go-round, eating a sandwich he brought in for lunch.

Every few days he stops by Monmouth to check on Gansey, Noah and Blue. He makes sure the Pig is up and running as well as she can be. Then he disappears back to the apartment he shares with Ronan and keeps notes on all that's happened in Itinere since his arrival. Sometimes he goes to check the blue door that he's sure leads to Henrietta. It hasn't opened for him yet. Just his luck, he guesses.

Mass Text

Nov. 2nd, 2015 08:49 am
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[ Normally Adam might have just kept this text to his core group of people. But he knows some people outside of that now, a few he might even call friend. So he sends this text out to the masses. Short and not so sweet as Adam is. ]

So. Someone shook the world and turned out the lights. It's not electrical on our end of things, already tried to fix it.

Everyone okay?
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{open}

With the lights back on, life has continued on for Ronan as usual. He splits his time between Adam's garage (irritating the shit out of him) Monmouth Manufacturing (listening to music too loud, throwing things out the window, doing donuts in the parking lot and basically being Ronan), the apartment that he shares with Adam (doing--shhh it's personal) and The Barns (dreaming, researching dream things, making almost illegible notes about dream things). He also spends some time at the Houndstooth alternating between Guinness and whiskey, occasionally opting for a beer. It's during his time at the bar that he's most likely to start a fight simply for the sake of starting a fight. He drives the BMW far too fast between all of those places, parking wherever the fuck he likes because there aren't a great number of cars in Itinere. Ronan rarely walks anywhere because that's what cars are for. Almost everywhere he goes he is accompanied by a half grown raven sitting on his shoulder.


{closed to adam}


Ronan pulls the BMW into the empty garage bay that he suspects Adam keeps empty just for this purpose. The tires squeal as he stops and cuts the engine, getting out and slamming the door behind him.

"Garage is closed. Get your ass in the car. You're gonna go clean up and then we're going out."

Really, there's no sense in arguing with Ronan. Adam might as well argue with Roomba he's working on. Actually, the Roomba is more likely to respond positively to an argument with Adam.
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Who: Raven kids
When: The entire month of July
Where: Mostly the Barns, but I'm okay with it being used for anywhere in town
Warnings: Let's just make it R for everyone's sake. It might have everything in it.

And the feeling coming from my bones says, Find a home. )
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President Cell Phone (he hates that nickname, but then...Jane so he doesn't much have room to talk) called a meeting. It's about time they properly saw Monmouth in and got this quest off the ground. Really, Gansey just wants to see all of his people in one place. He's still a bit unsettled about everyone's position in the city. Blue has moved into Monmouth, which Gansey likes, but it's also changed the dynamic of things, or at least he thinks that's what's changed the dynamic. Ronan has been by Monmouth and rattled through his room, taking stock Gansey thinks, but he hasn't stayed the night. It's not unusual for Ronan; there are nights back in Henreitta that his bed goes unslept in as well. Adam hasn't ever lived at Monmouth, but Gansey wants to give him one last offer and he wants to make certain that everyone knows they're welcome to stay here.

Not to mention the quest. He's not certain if it's the same quest to find Glendower or whether it's a different quest, to find a way out of here so they can return to the Glendower quest. Either way, it's something for Gansey to research, something for him to take notes on and something for him to occupy his time with. It's an important facet of Gansey. He's secretly (not so secretly) an obsessed individual that can easily fall into depression without something to focus on, something productive to obsess about.

In any case, meeting. Yes. There's pizza and Jane has cleaned up a bit. Gansey had to run her out of the main room because things are scattered just the way he likes. He's shuffling through papers on his desk and making notes, mint leaf between his teeth when everyone starts to arrive. He'll put that aside to mingle.

[Open to Ronan, Adam, Noah, Blue and Gansey. Mingle style. I'll probably do a formal 'let's get this meeting started' gansey thing further down. No particular posting order. Let me know if you want Ronan or Gansey in particular, otherwise...have fun? I just wanted TRC buds things]
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It isn't so much that Noah walks through a door. After all, he's more spirit than boy, more energy than being. But somehow, when he finds himself on a near a copse of trees, he seems to have a body. He can't tell if he's cold or not - he never felt cold, after all, even when he was dead and people said he was cold.

But this isn't Cabeswater. This isn't anywhere he's been. He doesn't know where he is and he doesn't know where his friends are.

And ... well, the things he doesn't know outnumber the things he does know and he's scared (which ... probably isn't a surprise). He wrings his hands together, turning a slow circle and he moves to where he's standing on a sidewalk.

"H-hello?" he manages. Can anyone even hear him without Blue's energy? Will Ronan and the others find him? The smudgy boy looks around, wide-eyed, his faded Aglionby sweater hanging loosely on him.
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When Blue Sargent walks through the doors to the guidance counselor's office, pamphlet in hand and Noah trailing behind her, the last thing she expects to see are buildings that clearly do not belong in Henrietta. She turns behind her to see the doors closed behind her and Noah nowhere to be found. Slowly, Blue turns in a circle and looks for the tell tale signs of her friend. A flicker of a body, items moving that shouldn't.

"Noah?" she calls out when her search comes up empty handed. She reaches for one of the doors, thinking that perhaps she left him behind in the high school. Or maybe he disappeared when her name had been called. She tries to open the door and frowns when it refuses to budge. Again, she shouts: "Noah!"

Nothing.

Suddenly, she wishes she had her pocket knife on her instead of this useless pamphlet to a college she probably can't afford anyway. Something useful. Though Blue is no stranger to the weird and the impossible, lately, she's preferred to be prepared. Mountain View High School isn't on a ley line. She's no where near Gabeswater. She can't think of a single rational explanation to this impossible place.

Chin up, gaze steeled, she takes a step forward into the city. She might be alone here in this unknown city but Blue refuses to be afraid. Unaware of the PDA in her pocket and the start of answers it holds, she takes another step forward. She refuses to be trapped here, to have disappeared like her father and now, more recently, like her mother. She has a life to get back to. Boys to get back to.

Gansey to get back to.
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Ronan is sick and, unsurprisingly, an awful patient. He's got flu-like symptoms: high fever, aches, nausea and coughing (occasionally accompanied by blood). They'd spent one night at the Barns after Ronan had gotten sick and then he'd insisted on going back to the flat in town. It had been too overwhelming to be there sick. He wanted to be in the home that feels like it belongs to him and Adam so they'd gone back to the flat in the town. Adam had succumbed to being sick shortly after that.

Ronan has spent the entire day bundled up on the couch, tearing pages out of a magazine to ball up and throw for Chainsaw, who clearly isn't happy that both her boys are sick. She keeps pecking at them and bringing them random, small objects. The TV is playing some movie that he isn't paying attention to and despite the fact that it's warm outside, they've got the fireplace going.

"Is it too damn much to ask to just die," Ronan grumbles as he reaches over to grab the bottle of 7-up on the coffee table.

open!

May. 3rd, 2015 09:35 pm
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She wouldn't say that she had gotten used to the roses exactly but she had eventually learned to ignore them after the initial shock had passed. But she had been visibly relieved the morning she had woken up to find all of the roses gone. It had been at that point in which she had started feeling a little more comfortable in in Itinere. She's still been hesitant to see if she can go back and forth between the city and District 12. The chance of not being able to come back here and not seeing Prim again is too much.

But she misses her forest. She misses Peeta and Haymitch. She even misses her telephone chats (or lack there of) with Dr. Aurelius. Right now, though, she doesn't have much of a choice. With the doors locked, she's stuck here. It's not so bad. At least, it hadn't been until she started getting sick.

It started with a headache, which wasn't so bad. At least, when the pain in her head resided, she could go for long walks. Usually, she covers any accessible parts of Itinere during those walks. It's not the same as hunting but it does seem to distract her. Especially when she follows it up with time spent in the gym at the archery range. But as the headaches have gotten worse, she's had to cut her treks down by hours.

The headache has since given way to a bad cold. She still attempts her morning routine, walking aimlessly with her bow. But after a while, she stops by a nearby fountain to sit. She hasn't felt this tired since she first returned to District 12 after her trial.

She's even too tired to bother scowling at anyone who might join her. Company, for once, might actually be a welcome distraction.
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Ronan had moped for days after the bad luck curse had worn off. Moping looks a lot driving too fast and too much. He ends up exploring the roads around Itinere, up into the mountains and away from the beach and the town proper. It's the first time he's gone so far in the BMW. He usually settles for roaring down the main streets, but those really aren't 'moping' streets. He needs the stretches of open road and the illusion of freedom at least.

And what he finds out in the mountains takes his breath away. He races way too fast back to Adam's garage. He squeals into one of the open bays, not even bothering to cut the engine on the car. He throws open the door.

"Adam, get in the damn car." He sounds excited rather than angry, but it's not a request. It's a demand. He needs to show Adam what he found now.
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The weather was much better now and that gave everyone in Itinere a lot more leeway to move about. Adam and Ronan had figured out that the snow had been cursed in some way. Although, for the both of them, it hadn't necessarily been a bad thing. There were things between them that had needed to be said. Now those words they wouldn't have spoken otherwise were out there in the open. The sun still rose and fell on the horizons. Nothing had been destroyed. Everything was fine.

Every morning Adam got out of bed and went to the garage to work. It was there that he tinkered with broken things, fixed up cars and was building a motorcycle for Ronan. Was it a good idea to build a motorcycle for Ronan? Probably not. But Adam was doing it anyway. Ronan had gotten him so many beautiful things for Christmas, more presents than Adam had ever received in his life. Adam wanted to do something for him. The garage is always open for anyone when Adam is in. The flashing light in the window sign a declaration to all: Parrish's Garage is 'OPEN'.

When Adam wasn't working at the garage, he was out and about with a specific mission in mind. It was one that he would have had a more difficult time accomplishing with the snow that wouldn't leave the ground no matter how hard you tried to push it out of the way. He had his backpack with him, full of everything he could need to find the broken bits in the ley lines that lay beneath Itinere. Sometimes Ronan was with him. Sometimes Adam was alone. The more ley lines he could repair, the more Ronan could dream. This was his second gift to Ronan.


ooc: Feel free to run into Adam at his Parrish's Garage or just out and about. There's a description of the garage HERE. He is not affected by the curse. However, if Ronan is with him, Ronan is cursed. Just let us know if you want just Adam or Ronan and Adam both.
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[ OPEN ]

The newly opened mechanics shop in Itinere might not look like much from the outside looking in. But one should never judge a book by its cover. Adam Parrish has never met a broken thing that he didn't know how to fix. He was a tinkerer, a repair man, a fixer of most things. He was the Magician. Inside, one only needed to glance around to find items of all sorts from motorbikes to radios, from lamps to engines, from heating and cooling units to bicycles. Things came into Parrish's Garage and they always left repaired. Given the recent cold snap and snow, there were space heaters littered about the space since the large garage door was open to allow customers in. Music was playing from a radio that looked like it came from ancient times. The boy inside was busily hunched over one project or another. Anyone was welcome to disturb him.



[ CLOSED to RONAN LYNCH ]

The snow was an unexpected surprise. Adam had noticed the strangeness about it, the fact that it continued and continued to snow and yet it never piled up more than what would be appropriate on the front of a Christmas card or in a Norman Rockwell painting. For days since it had started Ronan had been bugging him to go out and go sledding in it. Adam had adamantly refused because getting Adam to do things outside of his comfort zone always took some coercion. For days Ronan hadn't let it rest either mentioning it vicariously or outright until finally Adam caved. Adam always caved when Ronan really seemed to want to do something.

This was how Adam found himself bundled up and out in the cold. He had on a thick coat, a scarf, a wool cap and some snow boots that Ronan had dreamed for him. It was freezing outside and Adam still looked up at the snowfall with a hint of skepticism. He looked down at the trash can lid in Ronan's hand and shook his head. "Okay, nope. That's not a sled." He proceeds to turn on his heel and start back to the apartment building.
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[ There's a scowling, angry boy with pale skin and a shaved head. He's got a five o' clock shadow and is wearing a black tank top. The sharp edges of tattoo can be seen curling up out of his collar and covering one shoulder. There is, almost impossibly looking, a raven sitting on that tattoo shoulder pressed against the boy's shaved head. ]

I hate these fucking things. [ Phones. He hates cellphones and the PDA is basically a smart phone that only works within Itinere.]

So the doors back home aren't working. From what I hear, that's not unusual. Anything else weird happen here, or did we all pervenire in solidum?

[ The boy starts to shove the phone into his pocket, speaking to someone off screen as he does--Come on, Parrish abeamus. Find these goddamn apartment buildings]


[ooc: If someone would like to intercept Adam and Ronan on the way to the apartment building or happen upon them in the lobby, feel free. You're liable to get one or both of them. ]