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so the media in this place is just as crazy as back home.
you should see some of the articles i'm fact checking.
[ It's his lunch break, he's allowed to have his phone. And considering this is the first lunch break ever that he's not had to study, and the first phone he's owned, of course he's going to talk to Gansey. ]
you should see some of the articles i'm fact checking.
[ It's his lunch break, he's allowed to have his phone. And considering this is the first lunch break ever that he's not had to study, and the first phone he's owned, of course he's going to talk to Gansey. ]
[ He has a text from Adam. This has never happened before, but now that he's been reminded it's possible, it's going to happen all the time.
All the time. ]
At least you're learning something useful. Ask me what I learned today.
All the time. ]
At least you're learning something useful. Ask me what I learned today.
Edited 2015-09-15 22:16 (UTC)
might be late attacked by birds feed terry or ill kick your ass
[ ...
All right, on the one hand, point. He does not tend to give Blue flowers.
Should he be giving her flowers? He thought that was on the list of things that was against the rules. ]
Well.
I didn't think you would want me to, you know. I thought we agreed that we couldn't do things like that.
Didn't we?
All right, on the one hand, point. He does not tend to give Blue flowers.
Should he be giving her flowers? He thought that was on the list of things that was against the rules. ]
Well.
I didn't think you would want me to, you know. I thought we agreed that we couldn't do things like that.
Didn't we?
He was bleeding when he came in, so I packed the wound but he insisted I not heal him for sake of comfort, when I asked him on it.
Also, this is quite unhandy, are you busy, if I may call you? I'm worried the wound will turn sour and these medicines are not well known to me enough to simply write them down.
Also, this is quite unhandy, are you busy, if I may call you? I'm worried the wound will turn sour and these medicines are not well known to me enough to simply write them down.
So once I finish the wards, I'll bring some coffee over and we can practice.
Hullo Gansey,
Please tell Ronan Lynch to stop threatening to punch me.
Please tell Ronan Lynch to stop threatening to punch me.
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epi-pens.
[ It's the middle of the night and maybe someone's woken up from one of those reoccurring nightmares where his best friend ends up dead on the floor. Maybe the vines that have permanent residence on Gansey's roof are shivering a little too. ]
you've got some, right?
[ Who gives a fuck about death not holding here. He's still not letting that happen. ]
[ It's the middle of the night and maybe someone's woken up from one of those reoccurring nightmares where his best friend ends up dead on the floor. Maybe the vines that have permanent residence on Gansey's roof are shivering a little too. ]
you've got some, right?
[ Who gives a fuck about death not holding here. He's still not letting that happen. ]
[ Gansey is, of course, not sleeping. He's in the living room, with his map spread on the floor, and an old cereal box in his hands. He looks at the phone with a frown, and then leans back to answer. ]
Yes. I spoke to a woman who runs a hospital here for imports, and registered there.
What's brought this on, Parrish?
Yes. I spoke to a woman who runs a hospital here for imports, and registered there.
What's brought this on, Parrish?
[The ringing is insistent; she is pacing, she's worried.]
[ so he's cleaned himself up, he's gotten some coffee, maybe now it would be a good time to tell the raven crew that hey, he found your missing friend. Except Dorian's Dorian. And he found Ronan in the worst way possible and has literally the world's worst proof possible.
also, like hell he's just gonna text Gansey. EVERYBODY gets the text, just to worry.
So, attached to the text, is a selfie: Dorian's grinning at the camera, a shit-eating grin, his face just absolutely covered in blood. Ronan Lynch, very much alive, stands behind him, looking kind of traumatized. What he's holding (a bloodied tire iron) is barely visible, but if you squint, you can see it. Most notably, the raven monster is also in frame. It's not doing anything. It's barely in frame, like it had been trying to idle away from the two, but it's still recognizably the raven thing. A crappy convenience store is visible behind the three of them. ]
#nofilter
also, like hell he's just gonna text Gansey. EVERYBODY gets the text, just to worry.
So, attached to the text, is a selfie: Dorian's grinning at the camera, a shit-eating grin, his face just absolutely covered in blood. Ronan Lynch, very much alive, stands behind him, looking kind of traumatized. What he's holding (a bloodied tire iron) is barely visible, but if you squint, you can see it. Most notably, the raven monster is also in frame. It's not doing anything. It's barely in frame, like it had been trying to idle away from the two, but it's still recognizably the raven thing. A crappy convenience store is visible behind the three of them. ]
#nofilter
[Ronan doesn't like phones, so he's using this post like a catcall log #yolo]
[It's that time of night again, when the moon hits the part of the sky that really illuminates how much you can't fucking sleep. It's not like Ronan wants to, anyway. He's tired, fuck, yes, he's still tired, he feels like he's going to be tired for the next eight years.]
[Sleep is still too potent a risk. He rises from his bed and opens the window. The cold October air is like a slap to the face. Okay. Okay. He's ready for this.]
[He walks through the hall of their shared apartment, trusting that Gansey will be awake as well.]
[It's that time of night again, when the moon hits the part of the sky that really illuminates how much you can't fucking sleep. It's not like Ronan wants to, anyway. He's tired, fuck, yes, he's still tired, he feels like he's going to be tired for the next eight years.]
[Sleep is still too potent a risk. He rises from his bed and opens the window. The cold October air is like a slap to the face. Okay. Okay. He's ready for this.]
[He walks through the hall of their shared apartment, trusting that Gansey will be awake as well.]
[ Last night, Gansey had slept for the full night. He hadn't done that once since coming here, and suspects he wouldn't have now except for the total exhaustion he'd felt.
That, and Blue Sargent's influence.
Tonight, fearful of his friends noticing, he's avoiding Blue's door. It seems that two solid nights is too much to ask for, especially with the fresh entry of Ronan's false body lying behind his eyes. He's in the living room, sitting on the floor with his model. It's starting to take shape. He needs to get more boxes.
The sound of fresh feet in the hallway makes his head snap up. He's dressed with the intention of bed, but wearing his glasses. He's silent for a moment, eyes on his friend, because things still aren't right between them. That, apparently, makes no change to the fact that Gansey is glad to see Ronan can't sleep, either. This is something that reminds him of home. ]
You too. [ He pulls himself up, walking towards the tiny kitchen area. ] Do you want orange juice? We have some left.
That, and Blue Sargent's influence.
Tonight, fearful of his friends noticing, he's avoiding Blue's door. It seems that two solid nights is too much to ask for, especially with the fresh entry of Ronan's false body lying behind his eyes. He's in the living room, sitting on the floor with his model. It's starting to take shape. He needs to get more boxes.
The sound of fresh feet in the hallway makes his head snap up. He's dressed with the intention of bed, but wearing his glasses. He's silent for a moment, eyes on his friend, because things still aren't right between them. That, apparently, makes no change to the fact that Gansey is glad to see Ronan can't sleep, either. This is something that reminds him of home. ]
You too. [ He pulls himself up, walking towards the tiny kitchen area. ] Do you want orange juice? We have some left.
kitty jones just told me she thinks youre hot just letting you know
Hullo Gansey,
There's this monstrous horrid song about squashes that Ronan inflicted on me. I'd very much like to take revenge, but part of my plan as it stands consists of breaking into his room. Is it all right with you if I do this?
Thanks.
-Kitty
There's this monstrous horrid song about squashes that Ronan inflicted on me. I'd very much like to take revenge, but part of my plan as it stands consists of breaking into his room. Is it all right with you if I do this?
Thanks.
-Kitty
[ Christ, he thought he was rid of that song now they were here. So much for that theory. ]
I am so sorry for your trouble, Kathleen. I sympathise completely.
While I cannot sanction your entry to the forbidden territory of my best friend's room, I can say that you are invited over for pizza tonight, and that what I don't know about what you do while I'm cooking it can't possibly hurt me.
I am so sorry for your trouble, Kathleen. I sympathise completely.
While I cannot sanction your entry to the forbidden territory of my best friend's room, I can say that you are invited over for pizza tonight, and that what I don't know about what you do while I'm cooking it can't possibly hurt me.
[ It's been days since the party and for all intents and purposes Adam has been acting fairly normal. Maybe he's been a little quieter than usual, maybe he's been more absent from their home, but he answers when Gansey texts him and he doesn't overrun the whole place with vines. That might be because they seem to be doing their very best to retreat to Adam's room every day though, only creeping their way back when he's asleep and unable to control it.
So really, nothing seems to be wrong.
Except something is wrong and it's eating Adam up. He does his best to keep it under control, tries not to let it bother him, but barely a week later and he's finding his way to Gansey's room. He knows his friend is in there, pouring over books about the Porter again, so he doesn't wait to be invited in. He just moves and then inelegantly flops over the end of the bed, burying his face in the comforter and letting out a sigh. Gansey lets him be quiet for a minute and eventually Adam has to stop trying to smother himself with the fabric and move to breathe, catching his gaze. He swallows and then makes another irritated sound before rolling to his back to stare at the ceiling. ]
I have to talk to you about something.
So really, nothing seems to be wrong.
Except something is wrong and it's eating Adam up. He does his best to keep it under control, tries not to let it bother him, but barely a week later and he's finding his way to Gansey's room. He knows his friend is in there, pouring over books about the Porter again, so he doesn't wait to be invited in. He just moves and then inelegantly flops over the end of the bed, burying his face in the comforter and letting out a sigh. Gansey lets him be quiet for a minute and eventually Adam has to stop trying to smother himself with the fabric and move to breathe, catching his gaze. He swallows and then makes another irritated sound before rolling to his back to stare at the ceiling. ]
I have to talk to you about something.
[ Two Ganseys are working in here. Prime is stretched out on his bed with an almanac under his nose. A rather studious clone has borrowed his earphones, and is cross-legged on the futon with a critical text on Greek mythology. When Adam enters, both look up, and both wait for their friend to speak.
Gansey knows Adam well. He knows that he hasn't been himself, but he also knows that Adam won't ever talk about a thing until he's ready. So, he's waited, and checked up on him every so often to make sure he's still okay. Okay being a relative term.
Today, it seems some dam has burst. The Ganseys exchange a look, and Prime wordlessly extends his hand. The two touch fingers, and there's a brief, sharp glow, and just like that, the clone is gone.
Gansey turns onto his side, chin settling on his hand. ]
That sounds serious. What's happened?
Gansey knows Adam well. He knows that he hasn't been himself, but he also knows that Adam won't ever talk about a thing until he's ready. So, he's waited, and checked up on him every so often to make sure he's still okay. Okay being a relative term.
Today, it seems some dam has burst. The Ganseys exchange a look, and Prime wordlessly extends his hand. The two touch fingers, and there's a brief, sharp glow, and just like that, the clone is gone.
Gansey turns onto his side, chin settling on his hand. ]
That sounds serious. What's happened?
[ Okay. One day, when Kitty has had a shift at the pub but doesn't have work at the cafe, rather than going home to crash, she makes her way through the Porter up to Virginia. She'd been weird about just coming over, so she is going to make up for that by just going ahead and doing it. Casual and spontaneous and loosey-goosey. That's Kitty.
So she shows up, 3 a.m. nearly on the dot, without texting first, without calling. She has a paper bag of meat pies - cold, but still tasty, the unsold leftovers of dinner service at the pub - in her hand, and a few books tucked away in her satchel. And she lifts her hand and raps on the door - not timid, but soft, so that if no one is awake inside they'll keep sleeping. ]
So she shows up, 3 a.m. nearly on the dot, without texting first, without calling. She has a paper bag of meat pies - cold, but still tasty, the unsold leftovers of dinner service at the pub - in her hand, and a few books tucked away in her satchel. And she lifts her hand and raps on the door - not timid, but soft, so that if no one is awake inside they'll keep sleeping. ]
[ Gansey is not sleeping, naturally. He is in the middle of some very intricate cereal box modelling, and thus the knock on the door makes him jump. It also makes him paint a stripe of glue over the wrong section entirely, and he sighs. ]
Damn.
[ He sets it down glue-up, intending to fix it momentarily. Dusting off his hands, he goes to open the door, while mentally cataloguing whether anyone is out. Blue? Sleeping, most likely. Adam, more of the same. Ronan – less certain, possibly out. Unlikely to knock, though, unless he’d forgotten his key. Noah is anyone’s guess. That’s who is money is on, so when he opens the door to Kitty instead, he looks startled.
Then he looks delighted, and steps aside at once to let her in. He looks more slovenly than normal (t-shirt without a collar, no shoes, loose jeans), but he does not look ready for bed. Some nights, he knows better than to try. ]
Good morning. Working late?
[ He assumes that’s why she smells like meat pies. He also didn’t expect her to really do this, given the fuss she’d kicked up about it, so it pleases him all the more. ]
Damn.
[ He sets it down glue-up, intending to fix it momentarily. Dusting off his hands, he goes to open the door, while mentally cataloguing whether anyone is out. Blue? Sleeping, most likely. Adam, more of the same. Ronan – less certain, possibly out. Unlikely to knock, though, unless he’d forgotten his key. Noah is anyone’s guess. That’s who is money is on, so when he opens the door to Kitty instead, he looks startled.
Then he looks delighted, and steps aside at once to let her in. He looks more slovenly than normal (t-shirt without a collar, no shoes, loose jeans), but he does not look ready for bed. Some nights, he knows better than to try. ]
Good morning. Working late?
[ He assumes that’s why she smells like meat pies. He also didn’t expect her to really do this, given the fuss she’d kicked up about it, so it pleases him all the more. ]
[ Dorian Gray is a man who prides himself on his words, on his speech, on his ability to charm the pants off of anyone and everyone, to use his good looks and his honeyed charm to get what he wants. He's talked his way into trouble and out of trouble so many times, he values wit and words over almost anything else.
so, it probably comes as a total surprise to Gansey when he gets a text from Dorian that's just the following: ]
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so, it probably comes as a total surprise to Gansey when he gets a text from Dorian that's just the following: ]
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[ What the actual hell, Dorian?
Gansey is not actually in the best of shape right now. He's waiting to get a cast put on his arm, and as such, is texting one-handed. Apparently, he's still texting better than Dorian. ]
Dorian, are you all right? You just keysmashed.
I hadn't thought you were the type.
Gansey is not actually in the best of shape right now. He's waiting to get a cast put on his arm, and as such, is texting one-handed. Apparently, he's still texting better than Dorian. ]
Dorian, are you all right? You just keysmashed.
I hadn't thought you were the type.
Sunday: An oil menorah, and enough oil for all eight days
Monday: A bag of gelt
Tuesday: A dreidel made of clay
Wednesday: Mittens that stay warm when Gansey is wearing them
Thursday: A bottle of starlight - when Gansey opens it stars float out
Friday: A map of De Chima from above, printed large enough to take an entire table, with a note; for leyline research, this includes one trip flying
Saturday: A map of De Chima from 1900 taken from the De Chima Historical Society, also printed large enough to take an entire table
Sunday: A glowing flower, made with Adam's help, flattened and preserved in a glass, about the size of a pound coin. When in Gansey's pocket (or wallet) it is dark, but when it comes in contact with skin, it glows brightly enough to read by.
Monday: A bag of gelt
Tuesday: A dreidel made of clay
Wednesday: Mittens that stay warm when Gansey is wearing them
Thursday: A bottle of starlight - when Gansey opens it stars float out
Friday: A map of De Chima from above, printed large enough to take an entire table, with a note; for leyline research, this includes one trip flying
Saturday: A map of De Chima from 1900 taken from the De Chima Historical Society, also printed large enough to take an entire table
Sunday: A glowing flower, made with Adam's help, flattened and preserved in a glass, about the size of a pound coin. When in Gansey's pocket (or wallet) it is dark, but when it comes in contact with skin, it glows brightly enough to read by.
[ When Billy comes on Monday, he will see that the Menorah from Sunday is in Gansey’s window, with two wicks lit. Each day there’s another one, lit like the first, with the ninth in the middle also lit for extra light.
He doesn’t text Billy until Monday evening, because he’d spend Sunday night in hospital, and had to catch up. ]
Billy, the Menorah. Did you leave it for me?
He doesn’t text Billy until Monday evening, because he’d spend Sunday night in hospital, and had to catch up. ]
Billy, the Menorah. Did you leave it for me?
Want to know more about the ghost? Surprise surprise, it was during my time! It was just a swear-in ceremony that I bugged out on because again, cemetery. Heropa Private Memorial Cemetery. The ghost was a man named Salvatore Quisma. Shall we go poke around the cemetery to see if there are any more?
Can I do Christmas or can I do Christmas?
Can I do Christmas or can I do Christmas?
[ And so on this day, Dorian Gray became one of Gansey's favorite people. ]
Dorian Gray, you marvellous creature.
I know that name, Quisma. I'm sure I've seen it in the notes from that boy, Thomas. I'd better read up on that again. When can we go? Now is good for me.
[ Now is always good for Gansey. He couldn't be more keen. ]
Dorian Gray, you marvellous creature.
I know that name, Quisma. I'm sure I've seen it in the notes from that boy, Thomas. I'd better read up on that again. When can we go? Now is good for me.
[ Now is always good for Gansey. He couldn't be more keen. ]
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