jeongbro: PB: Ki Hong Lee (white people)
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From Candlewood, Henry could hear the party going on northeast of town, the thud of distance bass and the pop of fireworks and the shrill of cars put to the test. And how shit was that?

He texted Blue, first. A soft, subtle inquiry, a joke of an invitation, but a broad one. One for all of them. He remembered Ronan's arm in that cast, and him saying it was from Kavinsky, and Henry had no duty to them, but it would be good to keep all of them away from the mess that was going on at that party outside of town. None of them had to come, of course. They were all their own people, adults--and a ghost who was as good as one, in Henry's eyes--and they were each allowed their own decisions.

So Henry texted Any plans for the 4th Wendybird? And then he followed it up, even before she could answer, I think my place could use some Virginian charms.

He had no decorations. Fourth of July over the past two years had become a thing tainted by Joseph Kavinsky. But he could, easily, go down a couple blocks and buy more two-liter bottles of Pipsy and lemon-lime soda than he could possibly need, and some liquor and mixers, and chips and dip. If he didn't use it all up, he'd bring it to Panoptes. And that seemed like a good enough way to ignore that Joseph Kavinsky was trying to blow himself up, to him.


[Running as a gathering]

Date: 2016-07-07 04:39 am (UTC)
thedreamthief: (squinty bald)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
That's not a story Ronan's heard before, but it's also not one he has any difficulty believing. If anything, he can picture it perfectly, Kavinsky howling behind the wheel of his shitty Mitsubishi, Prokopenko snickering in the passenger seat.

He tips his chin then, an acknowledgment.

"He tries to kill my brother," he says. It's not intended as a comparison. At least not entirely. He shrugs then. "Or so I hear, at least. I wasn't there. Have to say though, I'm fucking pissed he hasn't manage to kill himself here yet."

Date: 2016-07-07 09:52 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (heavy brow)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan nods because he knows that much, too. It's about the only thing that's kept Ronan from killing Kavinsky with his bare hands, the idea that he hadn't succeeded. It doesn't make him trust the shitstain any, but it's something.

Then again, maybe there's a reason Ronan's let him live.

"If he does, I want a front row seat," Ronan remarks. There's no smile on his face, no hint that he might be joking in any way. He tips his chin up then, looking at Cheng with narrowed eyes. "This gonna be our bonding moment? Agreeing that Kavinsky is human trash?"

Date: 2016-07-08 09:53 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (headshot)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
"Apparently this city is full of fucking morons," Ronan replies, though his sneer this time isn't intended for Cheng. "There's a whole field full of them out there right now. Little screaming minions."

His disgust is obvious, not even thinly veiled. He changes tracts though, remembering the grocery store, lips curving into a deeper frown. He isn't about to apologize, of course. He stands by what he'd said. But he's had some time to think about shit since then.

"Do you remember any of this shit your mom bought off my dad? She ever tell you about any of it?"

Date: 2016-07-09 05:55 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (head tilt closeup)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan can't help but wonder what things Cheng or his mother might consider especially remarkable. Not everything Ronan pulled from his dreams was worth having, he could admit that easy enough. Some of it was just shit, pure and simple. Some if it failed attempts or just fucking accidents, things he'd never intended on bringing out in the first place.

Some of it, like Cinnamon and Hercules, Chainsaw and Verity... some if was incredible.

Idly, Ronan wondered if Cheng really knew the extent of what he could create, if he knew Ronan's items, like his fathers, were sometimes more than just seemingly magical objects.

His brow furrows, curious, head cocked. "For you? Special order?"

Date: 2016-07-10 06:59 am (UTC)
thedreamthief: (hmmmmm)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
For a moment, all Ronan can do is stare.

It doesn't make much sense for Cheng to lie about something like this. What the fuck good is there in lying about a robotic bee? All the same, it seems fucking bizarre and not just because Ronan's spent so much of the past several years dreaming up ways to resist actual bees.

And his father was dreaming new ones. Mechanical ones.

"So what did it do?" he asks, curiosity getting the better of him now. "Was it like a pet? I never saw you with it at Aglionby."

Then again, for that Ronan would've had to have actually been at Aglionby and paying attention.

Date: 2016-07-10 05:11 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (up close)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
"My father dreamed you a robotic bee and then you created software for it?" The first part isn't hard to imagine, but the latter is somehow. He doesn't know much about Cheng beyond his annoying proclivity toward petitions and social activism, and the fact that all of Ronan's friends seem eager to pull him into the fold. He doesn't know creating interfaces was something he could do. Did their school teach a fucking class for that?

He glances at Henry's upturned hand, finds himself wondering just how big this bee was, what all it could do, how long it took his father to dream it up and the size of the price tag.

Then he looks at Henry's face again, eyebrow arched. "A service bee. This have something to do with that hole in the ground?"

Date: 2016-07-11 03:12 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (frown down)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan frowns as Cheng explains, his tone wounded, almost. Defensive. Something prickles under Ronan's skin and he snarls a little.

"Hey, calm the fuck down," he says, words sharp but tone uncharacteristically soft. At least as far as Henry Cheng is concerned. "I'm not judging you, man. I'm impressed. I didn't know you could do that shit."

For the first time possibly ever, it makes Ronan what else he can do, what other little tricks he has hidden up his sleeves. If maybe that's why Gansey was, supposedly, so eager to pull Cheng into their group back home. If he helped the search for Glendower somehow. Noah hadn't said anything about it, but Noah's been notoriously and frustratingly vague about everything lately.

His lips quirk then, nearly a smile. "RoboBee, huh. That's creative. How old were you?"

Date: 2016-07-12 03:43 am (UTC)
thedreamthief: (happy with booze)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
"I don't know what the fuck any of that means," Ronan admits, his tone somewhere between impressed and condescending.

He pauses for another moment, considering Cheng and Cheng considers him. Then, "You created a program to control a robotic bee with your mind before you even knew English."

It's a question even if it comes out as a statement and he lets out a laugh before Cheng can say anything else, shaking his head. "So was that it then? Is this fucking Robobee why Gansey decided he liked you? Because it was the one bee in the whole world that wouldn't kill him?"

Date: 2016-07-12 03:03 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (heavy brow)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan's lips curl into a frown again, unsure whether Cheng is trying to clarify or purposefully trying to be condescending. There's a rawness as he continues though, a vulnerability he exposes that makes Ronan instantly uncomfortable. This doesn't feel like it's his to hear.

Gansey's always been better with people than Ronan. All that fucking diplomacy.

"Working for what?" he asks, his tone sharp again. "His trust? He's not here, Cheng. Figured you fucking noticed that by now. You're too late."

Date: 2016-07-13 06:02 am (UTC)
thedreamthief: (heavy brow)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
"Does it look like I'm stopping you?" Ronan replies, eyebrow arched and lips curled into a sneer.

Hand still wrapped around his beer, he holds his arm out, vaguely indicating the expanse of Cheng's living room. The fact that he's here he figures says something. And he hadn't even bitched all that much about coming.

Which hasn't stopped all three of them from shooting Ronan looks all night, each of them clearly expecting him to do something. Not that Ronan has a fucking clue what. He may not trust Cheng so readily as Noah and Blue, may not be so willing to give him a chance as Adam, but of all the fucking Aglionby dickbags that could've shown up, Cheng is one of the least dangerous.

Until someone hands him a clipboard.

"I'm not just gonna fall to my knees and start sucking your dick, man. I don't care how much Gansey liked you. I don't care what you did in some other dimension. None of that shit matters here. And you said it yourself," Ronan adds, tipping his head back for a quick drink of his beer, his smile all teeth then. "You have to work for it."

Date: 2016-07-14 04:17 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (growl)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
"Yeah, well that's Noah," Ronan says with a shrug. "He likes everyone." His eyes are still locked on Cheng's though it's not as hard a look as it could be, not aggressive.

Or at least not too aggressive.

"And, apparently, he fucking remembers you. Somehow. I still don't get it, but it's some ghost, time thing. I remember you, but only as an annoying little shit forcing people to sign useless petitions. You're not the worst Aglionby shitstain by far, but you're still not the first person I'd choose to be stuck with in a shitty magical city. Something tells me the feeling there is at least fucking mutual."

Date: 2016-07-18 04:33 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (up close)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Cheng's statement seems to speak from experience and Ronan's eyebrow arches when he wonders who at Aglionby had been the one to scrawl across Cheng's precious petition. Kavinsky, maybe. It's pretty fucking mild compared to Kavinsky's usual method of pissing people off, but it would explain why Cheng seems to hate him almost as much as Ronan. On top of the more obvious reasons, of course.

"How very magnanimous of you," Ronan says instead, steering the conversation away from thoughts of Kavinsky with a dry tone. "You can't tell me that you'd want fucking anything to do with me if these three losers weren't here. I just come with the package."

Date: 2016-07-20 07:11 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (hmmmmm)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
"None of us belong here," Ronan agrees because that much is at least true.

It's pretty shit, honestly, to want Gansey here. Aside from Adam, it's Gansey who has the most to lose by being stuck here. There is no Glendower, of that Ronan is pretty fucking certain. If he was, Gansey would've found him the last time or, at the very least, would've found some lead, some clue.

There's nothing here. Nothing for any of them, but especially not Gansey or Parrish.

Despite himself, his lips twitch into nearly a grin. "Take your wins where you fucking can, right? And weed's legal here. Noah's pretty happy about that one."

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