Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

[inchesofevil]

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!

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[quaerit]

They kept her awake.

[ Gansey's head rolls a little to the side. It's clear by now that the alcohol is taking a toll on him. He's all but lounging in his seat now. ]

Buried face down, in a tomb, never able to sleep, always aware. It was a punishment.

Even so, she managed to do good down there. She's a strange creature. Glendower's Magicians did that to her. Before you ask, no. I don't know why, and I don't know if he knew.

I think he was already asleep when they did it.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian is less drunk. At least, less drunk than Gansey to know that Gansey, poor kid, is getting close to drunk. So, Dorian pours himself a shot, moreso something to do with his hands as well as giving Gansey the impression that hey, he's keeping up as well! Though he's not going to throw back that shot until he takes full advantage of semi-drunk Gansey to press him for information.

The question now is, what. ]

You run into all these fantastical things in your world. Ley lines, Glendower's daughter, magicians, Ronan's creation power...you're giving me a run for my money!

[quaerit]

[ That resonates with Gansey after just a moment's delay, like it took an extra few seconds to sink in.

Ronan's creation power? His eyes slide over to Dorian. ]

I've not run into magicians. Would be magicians, maybe.

What do you know about Ronan? That's a funny thing to say.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian picks up the shot, like he's about to throw it back, but then stops, as he listens to Gansey talk. It's all very calculated, Dorian trying to give off the impression that he's drinking just as much, if not more, than Gansey. ]

Well, he made Henrietta, didn't he? I assume that he can do more than just birds. And besides, nobody in my world can do something like that, ergo it's fantastical.

[quaerit]

[ It would take a heady amount of alcohol to bring Gansey close to betraying Ronan. His powers have put their whole group in considerable danger – danger that’s definitely not worth involving anyone else. Particularly (sorry, Dorian) when it’s someone that Ronan doesn’t trust. ]

I didn’t say that he could, actually.

[ He shrugs. ]

Look, if you have questions about Ronan, you should ask Ronan. He’s not the sort of man who’d thank me for discussing his business.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian sighed, a bit dramatically, before giving Gansey an 'I'm not stupid' look. ]

I was there for the whole Henrietta saga, remember? That's the reason I became interested in your little boy band in the first place. I know Ronan made the bird, I just want to know what else he can make.

[quaerit]

[ This conversation is clearing some of the fur in Gansey’s head. His drinks now lie untouched, and sharp hazel eyes settle on Dorian.

He has experience of people who develop interest in them because of Ronan’s powers. These experiences are not pleasant, and his instinct makes him protective. ]

Why?

Interesting or not, lots of people have powers here. What’s your stake in him?

[brushoff]

[ What's your stake in him, really. Dorian can't help but frown, looking Gansey over. His stake is that there's more to the raven crew that meets the eye. He wants to know more about Gansey, what happened to make a relatively normal teenager go on a quest for dead kings...and what makes three other relatively normal teenagers (or at least, two relatively normal teenagers and Ronan) join the quest.

He doesn't know Gansey's deal—which he'd like to find out. And, which he's not going to tell Gansey. Plus, it's always good when you have someone with real power on your side...and though Dorian knows Ronan wouldn't help him in the slightest, getting Gansey might get Ronan by proxy. ]

I don't have a stake in him or anything like that. I'm just curious!

[quaerit]

[ Just curious.

Yes, perhaps. Gansey fingers his glass, unsettled. ]

Well, you should ask him, then. I’m sure that’s what he’d prefer.

[ Actually, Gansey is sure he would not; he knows full well that Ronan and Dorian aren’t close, and that Ronan is very private anyway. He’d not answer this question. That’s exactly why Gansey won’t. ]

How long have you been waiting to ask that question, Dorian? Henrietta was a long time ago, and we’ve talked plenty since then.

[brushoff]

[ Yeah, Dorian knows that if he asks Ronan, it's going to end up with Dorian punched in the face. Hence, why he's bothering Gansey.

And oh, this is just going to be a delicate answer, isn't it. ]

First you say I have a stake in him, now you're asking how long I've been waiting to ask a question, Christ Gansey. I might have first become interested in you because of Ronan but I'd like to think our friendship's evolved past that.

[ Deflection ahoy! ]

[quaerit]

[ Gansey nods, his expression thoughtful. It’s also somehow closed, though, like something behind it has shuttered. ]

Yes, so would I. Yet here we are. I’m as disappointed as you are, I’m sure.

[brushoff]

Disappointed in what? [ And here, out of sheer annoyance, Dorian finally knocks back that shot he poured ages ago. ] Perhaps I've suddenly gone dim or something but I asked a simple question. Just a question about Ronan, out of idle curiosity, and now you're disappointed in me for something?

[quaerit]

For waiting until I'm drunk to ask me about his powers? I'm not stupid, Dorian.

[ The thing is, he might have been, about any other subject. But not Ronan. Not Adam, either, or Blue. The secrets that they all hold are important, and of them, Ronan's are vital, because of how wanted he'd been in their world.

Gansey could easily see another Greenmantle in Dorian. He won't let that happen. ]

I like you. When it comes to me, I'll tell you plenty, but not about my friends. They deserve better than hat, whether I'm drunk or not.

[brushoff]

[ Aaaand there it is. Gansey certainly isn't stupid. Dorian had hoped that the alcohol might kick that stupidity in a bit but no. He either a, needed to get Gansey drunker or b, try a different strategy entirely.

Dorian simply shrugs, trying to conceal that inward feeling of "well damn". He's going to find out that information one way or another. The entire Aglionby crew is a mystery, and Dorian enjoys unraveling mysteries. He simply doesn't know what strategy to use yet. ]

I like you as well, by the way.

[ so don't mind me just kind of BLATANTLY trying to manipulate you ]

[quaerit]

[ Gansey finally does lift his shot now. He throws it back, though finds the taste somewhat less palatable than before. ]

Yes. Of course you do.

[ Well, it always pays to know where you stand. It just means he'll be more careful now, more circumspect in what he says to Dorian.

he won't make him into another Greenmantle. That can never be allowed to happen. ]

[brushoff]

[ Of course you do. What an odd thing to say. Needless to say, Dorian's keeping that his mind the next time he and Gansey talk. ]

Anyway, enough about Ronan. Obviously this topic's soured you a bit so now what shall we talk about!

[quaerit]

[ Gansey considers it, though not for long. ]

Actually, I should probably turn in before the tequila goes to my head. Save it for another night.

[ He stands, lifting the bottle. ]

Thank you for the drink.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian has the nagging feeling that somehow, through all of this, he done goofed. It won't be until the morning that he realizes how. ]

Weakling, [ he teases, small little grin on his face. ] Still, enjoy your evening.