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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: 2016-07-14 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."

Date: 2016-07-21 05:24 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (squinty bald)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan can't even picture Ryang or Rutherford when Cheng mentions them. He has a vague sort of mental picture, just two more faces in Aglionby sweaters, but that's it. In his defense, he hasn't attented Aglionby now in over a year and, even then, he'd barely shown up to classes.

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.

Date: 2016-07-25 03:40 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (white sweater)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan doesn't know a whole lot about technology. He's always hated using his own fucking phone, much more content to just talk to someone's face-to-face or, better yet, not talk to anyone at all. The idea of going off the fucking grid has a lot of fucking appeal, he's always thought. Especially here in Darrow, especially with Cabeswater. Ronan could live pretty fucking comfortably under those trees -- has, even -- with no fucking reason to come out.

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?"

Date: 2016-07-26 05:12 am (UTC)
thedreamthief: (hmmmmm)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Correction or clarification, Ronan only arches an eyebrow in response, a silent indication that he honestly doesn't give a shit what it is they're stuck in. Whatever name Cheng wants to throw on it won't make them any fucking likelier to get home.

"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?"

Date: 2016-07-27 03:23 pm (UTC)
thedreamthief: (hmmmmm)
From: [personal profile] thedreamthief
Ronan keeps an eye on Cheng as he grabs a beer, taking a sip of his own in the meantime. He finds he's actually curious about this shit. Doubtful of it actually working, but still curious.

"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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