inchesofevil: You know ([67] Of famine death and war)
Duncan Heimdall Jackson ([personal profile] inchesofevil) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-02-16 07:52 pm

Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!
fuckwashington: (Incredible: Man Names Several Pokemon.)

[personal profile] fuckwashington 2016-03-14 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Talked myself out of it before. Wasn't sure why you needed to know. [And, you know, chicken, but he won't admit that to himself.] Not really sure why anyone does.

[Which is to say, keep it to yourself.]
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[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-14 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey watches him for a moment, not reacting. Then his mouth ticks up, and it's clear this is one smile he's failing to hide. ]

What if I'd tried to set you up with someone? That could've been awful. [ That is also a thing he's unlikely to do, and it strikes him suddenly how unusual their lives are. For anyone else, this wouldn't be a joke. ] I'd have to know your type. It's a terrible thing to get wrong.
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[personal profile] fuckwashington 2016-03-17 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It would have been awful because you'd have tried to fucking set me up with somebody. [It's conversations like these that make Ronan drink. Fucking Lent.] I don't have a type.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (o r a n g e)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-17 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's not a problem for Gansey, who pours one of the shots now. ]

Look, I won't tell anyone. I don't see why it ought to be a secret, but it is your secret, so you don't have to worry.

[ He leans back, with the glass held between finger and thumb. ]

I did wonder, though, if Adam might have been your type. [ Carefully. Quietly. ] Some of the things that you said about him...the way you worried about him.

Perhaps I read too much into it.