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: 2016-07-08 05:28 pm (UTC)
formicine: (blue eyes)
From: [personal profile] formicine
It takes Blue just a moment to recall, and she grins at the reference. "Yeah, I noticed that at prom -- I mean, I'm not the most aware of music, but that was Darrow pop."

She tilts her head. "I wonder sometimes how much of the culture here is cobbled-together, you know? Some of this stuff is ours, but was it always like that, just overlapping, or did people bring it here and put it on the radio? Someone had to have an iPod with them when they arrived, right? Or play cover songs? And then, there are people like Curt Wild or Poison who aren't rock stars where we come from. Or if -- Krem sang a song from where he came from, that wouldn't be Darrow or ours."

She shrugs her shoulders up and grins, realizing she's rambling. Her interest in cultural anthropology isn't limited to hidden-away rainforest cultures. "It probably doesn't matter for any real purpose, it's just interesting."

Date: 2016-07-10 12:53 am (UTC)
formicine: (smirk)
From: [personal profile] formicine
Henry's listening despite her apology, more interested than feigning politeness, but his eyes have gone slightly distant and Blue doesn't follow why; she tilts her head at him with a curious smile.

Then he's got a hand out, though, and she takes it and pulls herself up to her feet. "Good," she declares, "that saves all the having to persuade you sort of thing. What've you got?"

Date: 2016-07-11 06:19 pm (UTC)
formicine: (:P)
From: [personal profile] formicine
The screen that pops up is bursting with color, and she grins, leaning to inspect his taste in music with an admittedly not-knowledgeable eye. "I wouldn't know what to search for," she laughs.

"Let's run a mix of your stations," she decides. "I think that'll end up appropriately random."

Date: 2016-07-14 06:06 pm (UTC)
formicine: (smirk)
From: [personal profile] formicine
[OOC: I'm totally on lunch break at work so it won't let me listen >_> So I'm making up the description as I go sry]]

The song's party-ready, the kind of beat she expects from Ronan's car but closer to the sort of singer she likes to listen to, maybe a little more pop than that. Danceable, and she lets her shoulders catch the beat.

Blue tips her head at him, trying to figure out how many layers of sarcasm are being used there. "No one in this room decides what's in taste," she points out. "Anyway, you promised to teach me how to dance to K-pop and I'm holding you to that."

Date: 2016-07-19 05:54 pm (UTC)
formicine: (say what)
From: [personal profile] formicine
"Oh, I didn't mean right now," she assures, smiling. "I just meant. You know, there are people beside you who are looking forward to the scandalously Korean tracks."

She perches on the edge of the arm of the couch, aware after a second that she should not be putting her weight on the wrong part of someone else's furniture and pushing herself up off it.

"You do that a lot," she says, frowning a little pensively at a chip. "Laugh off things about being Korean. Too many other people will do that for you."

Date: 2016-07-20 06:50 pm (UTC)
formicine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] formicine
Henry smiles at Blue in a sort of thoughtful way, and she finds herself a little self-conscious, wondering what he's thinking. He's often a little internal -- hadn't he said as much? -- and, much like some other self-contained boys she knows, Blue feels the sudden urge to jostle his thoughts free.

She takes that in, nodding slowly. "Oh, it's easy for me to be angry," she admits, and grins. "But I get that. Takes the wind out of their sails." It makes her feel better, a little, that it's intentional. Or started that way. "I mean, it's still bullshit that it's like that."

Date: 2016-07-21 05:32 pm (UTC)
formicine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] formicine
Blue is a little nicer than she used to be, but she lives in a constant state of preparedness for You thought that was me being a bitch?; you'll regret you ever said hysterical, etc, and though it's not her very favorite aspect of herself, the idea of quiet being-better-than requires a level of patience that Blue rarely has.

"Is that how I got all these freckles?" she deadpans, and laughs.
Edited Date: 2016-07-21 05:33 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-07-22 11:32 pm (UTC)
formicine: (content)
From: [personal profile] formicine
Blue blinks, feeling her cheeks heat up a little despite herself, and she smiles. It's not even so much the bluntness of the compliment as how little she was expecting it, and how honest it seems -- a compliment, as Adam would say, that doesn't cost anything.

"Thanks," she says. Blue thought she'd come a long ways from hating her skin for the nicknames and stupid questions it used to attract -- she manages vanity, these days, at least at her own creation of herself. Apparently, she has a way to go to get to very nice.

"I'll remember the squishy insides next time I get wound up," she says, and pokes him affectionately. "Is that why Ronan's so sulky, because you won't fight back?"

Date: 2016-07-25 04:34 am (UTC)
formicine: (cautious)
From: [personal profile] formicine
There's a silence that isn't quite pregnant and isn't quite awkward, and is both a little, too, and Blue lets it pass, moving over to the counter next to Henry to pour herself a drink.

Her eyes go a little more serious; Ronan hasn't really described what happened or what there is between them (besides, she suspects, jealousy over Gansey having other friends). It doesn't go unnoticed that Henry's usually specific choice of words escapes him in favor of vagueness, either. Either he's trying not to say to her what he said to Ronan, or he's in his head a little.

"What sort of things?" she asks, keeping her tone casual if curious.
Edited Date: 2016-07-25 04:36 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-07-27 07:58 pm (UTC)
formicine: (cautious)
From: [personal profile] formicine
She looks at him, sizing that statement up with a little wariness. Blue's not exactly sure why she should be wary: it's just that, historically, a majority of people who know about Ronan and Adam without being told haven't been the safest.

But they're close, back home, and he's loyal to Gansey; though she doesn't have the context to trace how any of that happened, her gut here, now says that Henry's no threat to her.

And a threat to the boys is a threat to her, simple as that.

"How do they know each other?" she asks instead, tilting her head in real curiosity.

Date: 2016-07-29 05:27 pm (UTC)
formicine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] formicine
She nods, taking that in, and trying not to draw attention. She isn't retreating, judging, as much as she is unsettled. Both by the sudden revelation, and by her instinct that Henry himself is safe to trust. Her gut instincts are good, but very little is safe to trust.

It sounds so very corporate, this selling and dealing of magical goods. Vendors and suppliers of all sorts had scions who went to Aglionby; why not magical ones?

"I assume the timing wasn't a coincidence?" she asks quietly, thinking of The Grey Man, and his mysterious Greywaren-seeking boss. "That Niall's death wasn't entirely out of nowhere?"

Date: 2016-07-29 09:59 pm (UTC)
formicine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] formicine
"I know. I mean, I already knew that, mostly." She gives Henry a small, terse smile and offers, "The man who actually did the killing has...sort of a thing for my mom."

"A Lynch, not universally liked?" she quips, but shuts herself up and frowns, because here's a part of the story she doesn't know and feels as though she should. "You were kidnapped?"

She blinks, suddenly aware of quite a lot of truth she hasn't been in on before, and pieces start fitting themselves together in her mind. "No, of course I won't," she says back softly. It seems a little unfair, to lie to Ronan, but Declan isn't here, anyway, and there's nothing made better by him knowing, here in Darrow, not really. But quite a few things that could be worse.

Date: 2016-07-31 02:03 am (UTC)
formicine: (distress)
From: [personal profile] formicine
"As it turns out," Blue deadpans, "all those incest jokes about the Appalachians are true, they just don't know by family we mean half the town." She smirks when she realizes she's just done what Henry does, cashing in on a joke about herself.

"You didn't," she says, shaking her head. "I didn't want to ask." "They put you in a --" She pulls back the questioning, blunt side of herself, chewing on her thumb and wincing. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked, you don't have to talk about this stuff."

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