Catch-all log

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Characters: Ronan Lynch, Magnus Bane, Adam Parrish, Arthur Stuart, Jace Wayland
Summary: building a forest; meeting up for post-event debriefs; chance encounters; grooming
Date(s): Post August 12th
Warnings/Notes: maybe some heavy petting possibly at some point but otherwise nothing! I will update if necessary.

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>> Magnus; forest building

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[ For some reason, it takes being kidnapped and sort of brainwashed by a virus for Ronan to kick himself into gear about finding a place in Xistentia to dream up a forest. He drives around and away from the city itself, after contemplating dreaming up Cabeswater, tree by tree, on the loft terrace. It seems impractical, and somehow... too close for comfort.

So he ends up a few miles away from town - possibly close enough that they could walk there, but far enough that they could be somewhat disconnected if they wanted to.

It's nice. It's a good spot. Ronan sits against one of the car's back wheels, and looks over at the expanse in front of him. There's nothing there, but it's getting a lot of sun. It's great. It's perfect. He should fall asleep now -

Wait. Does he have to dream a ley line first? Can he even do that? How come he has kept his powers, if there are no ley lines here? Should he try to find ley lines in Xistentia first?

Damnit. Suddenly doubting everything he's ever thought of, Ronan looks up at Chainsawd, sitting on the hood of the car. Then, softly and regretfully, he says: ]

Call Magnus Bane.

>> Arthur; chance encounters

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[ If there's something this city does well, it's coffee. Henrietta wasn't really known for its coffee shops or any kind of social gathering establishments, despite, you know, boasting two whole high schools and a large number of students. So Xistentia's numerous little cafes are nice - new, different to Ronan.

He's not much for the cramped interiors most of the time, but some of them have terraces, and that's just perfect to him. Sunglasses on, a book on the table - he's got The Iliad still, lately he hasn't had much time for reading - a cup of steaming coffee in one hand, it's a pretty good way to spend the couple hours a day Adam likes to run around town trying to find himself fifteen thousand jobs.

And usually, he's left alone, and he leaves people alone, too. But today? Today, when he walks out onto the terrace, all the tables are taken. Every single one of them - granted, there are only five, but still. Ronan must stand there, for a solid two minutes, trying to will someone to leave before he just gives up, and walks over to the one guy that looks like maybe, he won't try to have a conversation. ]

Hey. D'you mind if I sit?

[ Ronan might be aggressive and petulant, sometimes, he's also been raised right. ]

>> Adam; grooming

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[ It's in the bleary, watery early hours of the morning after Ronan wakes up that he runs a hand over his head, and frowns. It's not like him to let himself go - back home, his routine was well-established and kept him in check, kept him sharp.

But they're here now, in Xistentia, without Gansey and Noah and Monmouth Manufacturing, but with Adam and waking up slowly and no school to attend anymore.

Ronan's let himself go, and he tugs at his hair, curls beginning to show, enough that it's embarrassing. Child-like. He tries not to wake Adam as he gets out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom and finding, blessedly, a trimmer in the cupboard under the sink.

Time to get rid of all this hair. ]