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Jason McConnell, 18, is one of the principal characters in the musical, Bare. He's a senior at St. Cecelia's, a Catholic boarding school, and struggling with his sexuality. He's arriving after suffering from a breakup with his boyfriend, Peter, and overdosing on GHB.

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[darganfyddwr]

Richard Campbell Gansey III waits in line for coffee at the local cafe. Lots of coffee. At least four cups of coffee, two of them for himself. It's a study break for him and his at the library, where they've been nose-to-page for the last three hours, reading up on Darrow. Looking to see if she has any ley lines, and if so, where her ley lines are hiding.

When the barista finally loads up a cup carrier for him, he's turned and rushing out the door quickly, eager to get back to work. So eager that he nearly mows down some poor kid right outside the door as he bolts out.

"My lord," Gansey says, startled and apologetic. "I'm sorry! Didn't see you coming."

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He doesn't know why he isn't dead, Jason thinks, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leans against the side of a cafe he's debating going into. Awakening on a train several days ago had been unsettling, to say the least. The looks he got when asking whether or not Heaven was supposed to look like this were even more so.

He wonders if it is Fate that has brought him here, to start anew. He thinks of Peter with a pang in his chest; he wonders if he's here too.

He grimaces, before deciding the hell with it, and making his way indoors for a drink.

He's startled out of his thoughts by a young man nearly toppling into him, hands full with a drink carrier.

"Oh," Jason grins, falling into his old routine as easily as sliding on his old jersey. His pondering can keep itself company, for now. "Don't worry about it, man. Happens to the best of us, right?"

He can't help but notice the kid is very attractive, even as it makes him wince.

"Can I help you with that?" He gestures to the drinks.

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"Oh," Gansey says, staring at the boy for a little too long until what he is offering really sinks in. It's been a long day, and Gansey's mind is elsewhere, floating through the clouds, floating through the ages. All on the mysteries of Darrow.

"Oh. Yes. Actually, yes, I would really like some help. So nice of you to ask."

He juggles the cup carrier and everything else in his arms a little poorly before sticking out one hand for a congenial shake, a presidential smile gracing his lips.

"Gansey."

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He thinks of Peter, again, as the other boy stares at him. Peter used to stare at him too long, too, and Jason would always tease him for it, or outright berate him if they were too out in the open. He blinks to try and root himself in the present.

"No problem," he assures him, moving to help ease some of the burden from the other kid's arms.

"Jason," he says with an equally winning smile, reaching out to shake his hand. "A pleasure to meet you."

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[OOC: I feel like Jason never gets tagged in test drive bc no one knows the fandom! And Blue is awake so she's coming to talk to him. In Darrow'verse I suppose?]

Blue had wanted to see things no one else had, and to be dropped in a bustling city -- one with Ronan and Gansey, or a Ronan and Gansey, anyway -- she's thinking the fates willfully misunderstood, but it is a very interesting be careful what you wish for. Even the stars are different here.

She's also starting to think she's the only one who has any level of excitement at a new adventure outside Henrietta, and though she misses home, it's getting to be frustrating to not be able to say anything about the curious things here. It's also the first time she's been on a level playing field with Ronan and Gansey: they have the same amount of money, the same prescribed housing, a cell phone that's all hers -- and it's both a little delicious and almost more annoying than just accepting that they will never not be scions of privilege.

She's got that on her mind, and carefully inspecting this place's weirdly colored money to budget a lunch for herself, and she very nearly collides with a tall young man looking around and just standing. Blue looks up up up to take him in and thinks Raven Boy instinctively before realizing that's not possible. A jock, probably, used to being good-looking, almost definitely. Something soft and lost about his features, though.

"Hey, sorry," she says, a little irritated but aware she wasn't looking, either.

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[OOC: I think that's likely the case too, but I'm not worried! I need to be more active with him in TD as it is. And yay Blue! Darrow-verse works for me! And while we're talking Blue, I also think Clary will really like her, as well. :D]

Jason really doesn't know what he's supposed to make of himself in Darrow. Though he didn't walk with the rest of his class, he, technically, did graduate high school. And now he's here, with an apartment all to himself and a monthly income that allows him to keep it and himself fed. All of that is good and fine, but the fact remains that Jason can't help but feel like he's cheating something, somewhere, just by being alive again.

Everywhere he turns, he catches sight of people holding hands. Kissing. Embracing. So publicly; without shame. He envies them that liberation of spirit, the same liberation that frightened him to the point of death. And Peter. Everywhere he looks, he thinks of Peter. Of how much Peter would love Darrow.

He's on his way to get coffee when he nearly runs into a girl, close to his own age, he thinks. She bears an expression of annoyance that nearly mirrors his sister's same expression. She's beautiful and fierce, and she looks to him like she doesn't take anyone's shit. With a jolt, he realizes that she reminds him of Ivy.

"Don't worry about it," he says. "I had my head in the clouds."

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Blue puts her hands in her pockets and smiles ruefully. "Yeah...You're not the only one." She pockets her wallet and looks back up. "Are you new around here too?" There's sort of a look. That, and the fact that both of them are clearly thinking about other things. Though who knows; he could just have a lot on his mind.