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Who: Gansey & You! ( OTA and closed prompts in comments)
What: October catch all
Where: The market, Wechester Enterprises, car dealerships
When: October
Warnings: None yet

Freshway Open Air Market

Shopping had never been one of Gansey's favorite activities. At least not unless a laptop and mouse were involved, but the market had a way of drawing him in after his shifts delivering fish. It reminded him of places he'd visited during his travels, markets that had been part of towns for decades or longer, or the tourist places that he'd visited when the research gave him time to explore.

Wandering along the stalls, he looked over the produce, trying to find vegetables for dinner since they would have to wait since the Barns was a work in progress as a viable farm. He selected a few oranges, enough apples to try baking, if one of them is adventurous enough, and a few other things. Turning away from a stall, his shoulder collided with someone. Stepping back as best he could, he gave the person an apologetic smile. "Please forgive me. I should have watched where I was going."

SUV Shopping

Gansey loved his Camaro. It was loud, unapologetically bright, a reflection of who he wished to be. He still wasn't certain which version of his beloved Pig had arrived after the storm, but he loved the car more than any other possession he had, except, perhaps, his journal. But loving the Camaro didn't mean that it was always the most practical car for errands. He hated admitting that, but considering life on a farm and a very persistent pet that wanted to go with him on certain errands, he had to make a few accommodations for his new lifestyle.

That meant a trip to some of the less reputable car dealerships in town. He worried that he'd get something unreliable, but maybe then he'd have more motivation to learn how to actually fix the vehicles that he owned. Roaming the lot, he stopped when he noticed an older Blazer that was one of his favored colors. Circling around the SUV, he grinned, already thinking of how it'd look beside the Pig. "Do you think a goat would be comfortable in the back?"

Wechester Enterprises

Bruce had warned him not to investigate the building, but that wouldn't stop him from visiting with Blue during his afternoons off. It wasn't as regular as his stops at Nino's. They couldn't afford the expense of eating out regularly, but he tried to eat at the cafe once a week, hoping to see her or attempt to tone down her investigations. Today he was sitting with a cup of coffee, his newest journal beside him as he took notes. When someone passed by, he looked up, searching for a familiar face, before returning to his work

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When Blue doesn't argue or seem too annoyed with his observation, he relaxed and picked up his coffee. "Why would they even notice that there's new people here. This is a city, not somewhere like Henrietta. Who would notice a new face among the crowd?" A few might notice someone they hadn't seen on their daily commute, but it'd be something shrugged off if that person even noted that there was someone new sitting next to them on the subway or the bus. "The ones that do know, the board here at Wechester, are questioning us. That's part of the reason I can't do readings anymore."

Which was slightly annoying since he hadn't been trespassing. He'd learned that lesson years ago. Always stay on public land unless he had permission to cross onto other people's property.

The idea of Blue having a source inside automatically caused him to think of Bruce and wonder if he had been talking to Blue. "I'm going to attempt to get Mr. Wechester's permission to complete my readings, but I want him to relax before I suggest a meeting." If Gansey didn't seem to be a part of the troublemakers, a harmless scholar instead of someone destructive, then he'd have a better chance at getting into the areas that would help their research.

Blue's suggestion was a good one. One that he quickly noted on the blank page, adding a notation that it had been her idea in case he needed to track its source later. "That could be true. We don't know if this world works like ours does. I've been assuming so since Ronan can still..." He let his voice trail off, unwilling to discuss Ronan's gift in a public place. "But that doesn't mean that my assumption is correct. We could go to the Information Booth. See what the readings are like. Maybe you can get our host to agree to an interview instead of Mr. Wechester."

Gansey made another good point. The city they were in now was significantly larger than the small town they'd come from, most people probably didn't pay too much attention to who else was bustling by them on the street, or seated next to them on the subway. She took down some of her own notes, doodling a few flowers and trees as he nodded along with Gansey's words.

"I think you'll have a better chance with him than I will." As much as she hated to admit it -- because anything that the boys could do, Blue Sargent could do just as well, if not better -- but this really was the sort of job better suited to Gansey and all his polished edges. His family had trained him to schmooze with the 1% in a way that Blue wouldn't ever be able to master.

She nodded excitedly when Gansey went along with her idea -- and expounded on it, she hadn't even thought to try and interview the man who had been sitting at the Information Booth. Blue also hadn't been the most polite person upon her first arrival, so it was probably best that she hadn't ventured back on her own.

He had given her cookies, though. So maybe she wasn't totally on his bad side.

"He's only ever been around the energy in Henrietta..." She lowered her voice to keep anyone from eavesdropping on what was otherwise private information between their friend group. "Maybe the energy here is different, but it's still enough that he can do it. I think it's a good place to start, and maybe he can tell us if there's any other place people arrive at. Connect the dots, you know?"

"I'll keep working on it, but it'll take time." He probably could ask Bruce, but he didn't want to abuse that potential friendship. Bruce reminded him of Malory in a way, but without the obsession with pigeons. He couldn't quite be as open with him as he was with his mentor, but he knew he wasn't going to be treated as a child with Bruce. "We'll have to be patient or we'll end up being banned from anywhere related to Mr. Wechester."

He hoped that Blue could be patient while he slowly schmoozed his way into the restricted areas.

"I'm not certain how everything works for Ronan, but I assume from what he said about the restored Pig that there has to be an energy source." If Ronan wasn't using the ley lines or whatever it was about the Henrietta area that allowed him to dream, there had to be something helping. "That might be what connects this dimension to home." The thought of home, causing a strange aversion that had him focusing on Blue's hypothesis. "Matchy matchy. If there is another place that people arrive, we need to get readings from it as well."