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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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Gansey made a thoughtful sound before taking a sip of his coffee, trying to decide what answer would fit best. Technically, he didn't have any degrees, even if he was considered an expert in a few areas. "That would depend on what subjects they're interested in. I haven't enrolled in college here." Or at home, but that wasn't a subject he'd discuss casually.

"I don't have a degree, but I'm an expert in certain areas of Welsh history and a serious student of energy theory." Ley lines technically were energy and he had been gathering information for years. Pausing, he considered Bruce and what he'd said about earning the board's trust. "Would it help if I showed them my investment portfolio from back home? It usually causes a mixed reaction."

"Well, the science people will take the latter." Bruce nodded to that. He'd vouch from him further than that. "I think us being here causes a mixed reaction. It's probably best to keep that to a minimum."

He half turned, motioning for Gansey to join him. "Welsh history. Has that helped with understanding anything here?"

"I appreciate that." He doubted that he would be of serious interest to the scientists. His work couldn't be reproduced since it was observation instead of experiment, but he did have a basic understanding of some unique fields.

He made a thoughtful sound at the idea of causing more trouble. He wouldn't do so intentionally, but he did associate with someone who was causing chaos for the Board. His knack for investing might not help sooth tempers sparked by Blue's brand of trouble. "That wasn't quite what I meant regarding the investments, but I will try to keep out of mischief."

Gathering up his things, Gansey made sure the journal was secure before picking up his coffee. He hesitated for a moment, his expression slipping briefly into something that he wasn't even certain that he could identify. Longing. Frustration. Something deeper and darker that he was keeping very carefully locked away. "Not anything related to pocket dimensions, but it's almost painful to be away from the quest."

"What sort of investments?" Bruce continued to walk forward. "Most of the board is on edge with how we all just showed up out of thin air. We're all mixed reactions. But, maybe that portfolio could be of interest. What's in it?"

Hm. It had been a long shot, but, it was worth asking anyways.

"Maybe something along Norse would be helpful. They have those... other dimensions on that tree thing. Right?"

"Mostly real estate. I dabbled in the stock market when I was finally allowed to trade without asking permission." No one should have allowed someone so young to make decisions, but Gansey was part of a wealthy family and knew how to say the right things to the right people. The fact that he was clever with money despite a tendency toward frivolous purchases had kept his parents from supervising his actions.

Looking around, he made sure that neither Blue nor Adam were nearby. Money was a touchy subject with them and they didn't need to know how much he had until he was gone and they inherited. Under his breath, he gave a number that was staggering even for a teenager whose family was among the nation's wealthy elite.

Quickly changing subjects, he mentally reviewed everything he knew about Norse mythology. "Yggdrasill? That might be a possibility but I thought that was different realms, like the afterlife, not pocket dimensions."

He chuckled at that. He remembers those days. The adults thinking he had no capability of grasping onto thee ideas that were present to him. Of course, it would take time and a few years to learn everything. Wayne Enterprises was more interested in getting rid of the heir than embracing him. He was the son of Thomas Wayne -- that meant he wouldn't play the games they did.

"I think it's different realities, realms, dimensions. They're all the same thing, aren't they?"