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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]
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]
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Date: 2016-07-13 11:53 pm (UTC)But, here they were. Ronan begrudgingly standing in Henry's apartment, not starting shit--with him, or going out to start shit with Kavinsky--and that may or may not have been part of this harebrained idea in the first place.
The choice of analogy that Ronan went for didn't surprise Henry, for all its crudeness, but it still made his ears hot with distraction. He scoffed a little, arms a little tighter wound across his chest.
"I think Noah's the only one I haven't been working for," Henry confessed. His chipper camaraderie had fallen easily and unexpectedly on Henry's shoulders. Henry shook his head. There was no point placing that at Ronan's feet.
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Date: 2016-07-14 04:17 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2016-07-15 05:11 am (UTC)"Asking people, and they weren't useless. Or they wouldn't be, if people would take them seriously, instead of writing 'anarchy' across three slots of a petition form." That was after the summer, though, after when Noah had said Ronan was from. He still gave Ronan a look for it, because Ronan had never been respectful of the process.
Being told, though, how he ought to feel about who was or was not here grated at him. Henry did his best to shrug it off and away. "I'd prefer none of us were stuck in a shitty multidimensional pocket universe, you're right."
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Date: 2016-07-18 04:33 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2016-07-18 06:24 pm (UTC)"The package helps. I know how to talk to the three of them, and generally not step on toes," he admitted, but he shrugged that off as well. "That isn't what you asked me, anyway. I know I'm not who you want here, but I can't change that I am, so it would be better if none of us were. In the meantime, I suppose I'll enjoy that I can drink without being carded."
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Date: 2016-07-20 07:11 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-07-21 04:17 am (UTC)"Ryang and Rutherford would have gotten on with Noah well. Just for the weed, if nothing else. And the skateboarding." Henry rubbed the back of his neck. Darrow was good, at least, because Noah seemed bright and happy, and Henry didn't know, didn't know how to ask, if he had been like that back in Henrietta.
"Maybe we'll go home soon," he said with a shrug. "Or at least figure out a way to talk with home. Know everyone's alright."
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Date: 2016-07-21 05:24 pm (UTC)He frowns a little at Cheng's idea, head cocking curiously. "You think that's possible? To be able to talk to people back home?"
Because Ronan's been here well over a year now with no luck. He hasn't tried all that hard in months, hasn't since well before Gansey disappeared. Couldn't even fucking dream anything. But shit, if Cheng can create software to better understand a robotic fucking bee, maybe he can figure out something.
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Date: 2016-07-21 05:42 pm (UTC)The edge of curiosity in Ronan's voice made Henry perk, just a little. While his brief, earlier prattle about coding languages had been dismissed out of hand, this was another small thing that, at least, he could theoretically discuss.
"Well, there's that cable programming--the one that gets channels from all over, all those fucking ridiculous things, mostly, but--theoretically, with some sort of reverse algorithm, someone could use the signal that's coming in to go out. It would be a bit of an imperfect system, I think. There's delays on programming we receive. Out of space and time."
Henry shrugged. "It might be something worth bringing up at work. What's the worst that could happen? Wormholes, probably."
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Date: 2016-07-25 03:40 pm (UTC)But Cheng's idea is intriguing. And probably a little optimistic.
His eyebrow twitches as Cheng answers his own question, tone light enough, offhand enough, to nearly make Ronan grin. "Could argue we've already hit one of those," he points out. "And isn't it easier to pull in frequencies than to broadcast? What fucking direction do we send them anyway? And how would we know if they're getting anywhere useful?"
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Date: 2016-07-26 01:30 am (UTC)"And broadcasting isn't hard at all. We're all constantly broadcasting. Radio signals, microwaves, natural and artificial radiations, whatever. It would be a little more difficult to figure out how to direct it, how to tell if a signal got picked up--less radio signal, more phone call?"
Henry stared into his cup and shrugged.
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Date: 2016-07-26 05:12 am (UTC)"But you think it's possible," he says again, not looking away even as Cheng does, curious despite himself. "Just-- what, hijack the cable signal and throw a mirror on it to send it back wherever it came from?"
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Date: 2016-07-27 12:46 am (UTC)"I mean, I haven't thought on the technicalities, really. But I was thinking less just flipping the signal back around and more--more using the signal to trace back to where it had come from? If we could find one from home, somehow, we could embed something into the signal?"
Henry snorted. "But that also makes me sound like a full blown crazy sort."
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Date: 2016-07-27 03:23 pm (UTC)"Isn't everyone's home different though?" he says, brow still furrowed. "So whatever you find, how will you know which one it is? And what would you embed? Just, like, a general fucking greeting? 'Hey there, people of earth, we come to you from a different dimension. Send help.'"
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Date: 2016-07-27 05:17 pm (UTC)He shrugged a little, because for now, it was a pipe dream. More important things were on the table--work and getting ready for school in the fall and anything this shithole of a city might throw at them.
"At least we," Henry said, and gestured with his bottle a little at the five of them, "are all from the same place. I think hitting a when might be harder than hitting a where."