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Who: Evie Wayne and YOU!
What: Choose your own adventure.
When: All Day 11/20
Where: Freshway Markets, Greenway Park, Throughout the City, Outside her home.

Freshway Markets:

Evie always found it so much easier to stop at the market before work. That way she could schedule the food to be delivered when she got home and it was one less thing for her to worry about. Not to mention, there was a lovely woman with a million stories of her family that ran a stall specializing in Greek food and Evie adored her. The woman spoke only Greek, with her young daughter offering to translate. When Evie declined and started conversing with the pair in Greek with the ease of someone who'd spoken it for years, she'd made friends for life.

So now, any time Evie came to the stall, the woman had food for her for free. And sometimes recipes from home, too. Nothing bank breaking. But the free Baklava and the many recipes Evie'd gotten from the woman always made Evie's day.

With an order placed, Evie glances at her watch and smiles, noting she still has some time before she has to be at Sun and Fun, so she orders a hot chocolate from another stall, finds a spot to sit, and spends a moment eating her pastry and sipping the steamy beverage with a soft smile on her face.

Greenway Park:

Today was a significantly short day at work, so Evie was in the park, enjoying her surprise afternoon off. The three photography sessions they had scheduled were cancelled. Two of them with the reason that they weren't going to make it. And the third via a messenger. It seems as though they'd gone back to wherever they were from.

So now Evie was in Greenway park at one of the benches. She had a to-go container of seafood stir-fried rice and was eating it as she read over different papers in front of her. Upon closer inspection and one might notice they were pictures of empty stores in town, parts of the description highlighted in blue, other parts red. A running Pros and Cons list of each property on a legal pad.

Glancing down to make another note of something, Evie's distracted long enough where one of the papers is snagged by a small gust of wind. It's blown out of her reach and Evie stands to retrieve it, grabbing her other papers quickly all while keeping an eye as to where that one loose page was going.

"Shit. Hey! Grab that for me!" she shouts at someone, pointing at the runaway paper.

Window Shopping...kinda. (For Billy. Potentially open to three person threads.)

Evie's standing outside a smaller, empty shop, face pressed to the glass and hands framed around her eyes to help her peer in. It's empty, kind of dusty meaning it's been empty for a while and while it looks to be about the right size for what Evie wants, she has a couple concerns.

"I dunno, Bill," Evie says, stepping back and looking over at her friend. "I love it, don't get me wrong...but the location is sort of off. I want people to know where Evies4Hearts is and be able to get to it easily. This sort of...makes me think of restaurants that very few people know of. Entirely off the beaten path. Gotta know where to look to find it."

Looking around a moment, she points at the custom bath and bodywash store across the street, smiling.

"What do you think? Do you think being near that store might help Evies4Hearts get some business?"

Home:

Evie's home a good seven minutes before her delivery is, and she's using this window of time to talk on her phone to one of the realtors in town.

"No, I'm sorry. The property on Rydelle isn't what I was looking for....I'm--" A pause and as she goes quiet, one eyebrow raises in irritatin. "Excuse me, Mr Keystone, but I think I do in fact know what I want in a store. Something that smells like bad seafood isn't it." Another moment of quiet from her and she blinks in surprise. "What on Olympus made you think I wanted to put a custom clothing store in an old quick-bite seafood restaurant? You can't even say location. I won't believe you if you do."

Wait for it.

"I don't believe you."

Guess what he said? Glancing up from her phone call, Evie spots a familiar face and grins in silent thanks.

"Excuse me, Mr Keystone. I'm going to have to call you later." Without so much as a goodbye, Evie hangs up with a relieved sigh, eyes closed as she enjoys the moment before they open again and she's looking at her guest. "Has anyone ever told you that your timing is flawless?"

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Tobias is in his human form, can't be any older than thirteen, and looks like he dressed by tumbling through an athletics department in a store. His shirt was too small, the shorts were made of lycra or something similar, with a fairly baggy jacket and flip flops on his feet. He is, to put it mildly, a fashion disaster. Let's not even talk about the neon yellow of his jacket going well with the forest green of his shirt. Or the baby blue of the flip flops.

He watches the paper flutter, waits until it's right over his head, and jumps to snag it right out of the air. He even managed not to totally crumple it up, striding over to Evie and offering it to her. The whole time he's managed to be completely stone-faced, but now he attempts a smile -- and it looks completely unnatural. "You should put something heavy on them," captain obvious, at your service.

"I had something heavy, I just got distracted," Evie says kindly, grinning at the kid as she takes the paper back. Folding it up and sticking it in her pocket, she's noticed the off smile. She's seen a few of them in Gotham and when it appears on a child, it's worrying.

"Thank you for grabbing this for me," she says after a moment. "I'm Evie."

He hummed in agreement, watching the paper disappear into her pocket. "I'm Tobias," he replies. "I just arrived here," he offers his hand for a shake. "Are you from somewhere else, too?" She didn't seem quite like the not-exactly-helpful locals, but he hadn't done enough exploring to be sure about that yet.

"It's nice to meet you, Tobias," Evie replies, shaking his hand in return. Hers is a strong grip, one that'd be stronger if she didn't keep herself in check. Thankfully, her mother taught her how to keep her Amazonian side to herself, so her handshake feels normal.

"I'm from Gotham," she replies, smiling a bit wistfully. "What about you?"

His shake is firm and sure, rather than the awkward sort of thing a kid his age would usually offer. "California," he replied. "Just outside the Hork-Bajir reservation," he watches her face closely as he says it, judging how much, if any, she recognizes of what he just said. "You're a businesswoman?" he asks, head tilting to the side in a very bird-like manner.

Hork-Ba-whatnow? Evie's face shows her confusion, making it obvious she has no idea what he's talking about. He must be from another universe. That's fine. Most of the people here aren't from her world, so she's good with that.

"I'm a university student, actually. But one that's been designing and selling custom clothing since she was fifteen. So...I guess sort of. Businesswoman in the making, we'll say. I'd like an official place of business for what I make and have been trying to find the perfect spot."

He notices the confusion, but at this point it's no longer a surprise -- he's met enough people, and read the pamphlet well enough, to realize that these humans aren't his humans. He only hopes they're better off.

When she mentions looking for a perfect spot, he comes over to sit on the bench with her, on the other side of her little pile of things. "I'm good at finding places," he offers. "What would make a perfect spot?" He's been in the skies already, looking for anything familiar, so maybe he can help.

"Something with high visibility," Evie states after a moment or two spent thinking things over. "Something people will notice right away. Word-of-mouth is great for advertising, but just being seen could be enough to spark some curiosity."

Tobias nodded, considering the information, and everything he'd seen on his flights, and pulled out his map, unfolding it across his lap. "There aren't a lot of empty storefronts here," he gestured to the fashion district. "But the people that wear that kind of stuff frequent these areas, too," he explained, gesturing to another area of the map. "So if you've got something over there, it might get the kind of attention you want. I've only been here a little while, so that might just be where people have been hanging out this week."

"No. Usually I'm late for everything just to piss people off." Ronan peaks around, casually scoping out the place. "I knocked. You were clearly busy so I let myself in."

He is not looking for Gansey. Nope.

"You didn't need me to save you from buying into a shitty location for a business." Ronan smiles at Evie. "If you need help finding something I can take a look around."

"Mr Keystone seems to think a small former-restaurant in a slightly shady alley is exactly where my store seems to go. So now I'm wondering why he's trying to offload it on me."

Minyades thinks there's something very wrong there, Evie's going to smile and shrug it off, closing her eyes briefly as if to show she's putting it out of her mind.

"Thank you. I've narrowed it down to three possibilities, but another set of eyes couldn't hurt."

Billy stands beside Evie, his own face pressed against the glass as well. He doesn't really know what Evie is looking for in a store, doesn't really understand why this place wouldn't be perfect for what she wanted but then again, what did he really know about it all.

"Can't you just... tell people where it is?"

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"I can, but it brings in more business if I make it easy for anyone to find. I've always found those tucked away shops to be...snooty. Elitist." Not for Evie, even if she is the daughter of the wealthiest and most well-known man in Gotham.

"Evies4Hearts is a place that's welcoming to everyone and anyone. That's why the location and visibility matters."

Stepping away from the store and looking at Billy, she tilts her head a little.

"So, where to now? It's your turn to choose."

"Oh. What's 'elitist'?" Stepping back from the window, Billy turns to face Evie with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Is there somewhere else we can go and look at? Somewhere that's not... elitist?" Shrugging, Billy looks around. "Somewhere for lunch?"

"Stuck-up. Self-centered. Prone to thinking they're better than everyone." And, because she seems to remember this word from talking to Billy often over the last few months, she clarifies with a small smirk. "A type of mouth-breather."

The suggestion to find lunch gets a small nod from her. "Sounds good to me. I'm kind of wanting Chinese food, but it's your choice this time."

The first few things don't mean much two him but the third makes more sense. It's 'mouth-breather' that settles it in his mind though because that's a word he knows well. It's one he's spat at plenty of people who have pissed him off over the few years since he escaped the lab.

"Chinese food sounds good. I... don't know what's good though."

"Then we'll order a bunch of stuff to let you try," Evie states with a small smirk. Problem solved, right?

"Do you want to eat outside at the park, or head to my house?" House. Castle. Whatever. It's hers. Billy's welcome any time.

“Can we eat outside at your house?” Billy didn’t feel like being out and about but he was enjoying the weather and wanted to stay out in it as long as he could. “I’m really hungry. Can we get those cracker things?”

Even without his usual tracking methods, Gansey knew where his sister would be today. He almost snuck up on her during her conversation with the sellers at the Greek food stall, but instead he simply listened, feeling faintly homesick. He was almost as fluent as Evie, thanks to aunt Diana, and the language reminded him of her and the others that were still back home. But it felt wrong to interrupt when she needed that reminder of their family more than he did. He stayed long enough to know that he wasn't losing one of the languages of his childhood, then started browsing among the stalls.

Fading in and out of the crowd, he eventually caught up with her at the coffee shop, ordering something with too much sugar and caffeine before sliding into the seat in front of her. He was dressed in his own vibrant version of the expected wealthy Wayne family camouflage. The teal sweater shouldn't work, but it did, especially when paired with the bright grin he flashed his sister that was genuine instead of the approved for media version he usually used in public. "I was right about the BMW."

Evie would absolutely argue that she and Gansey both needed that reminder of home just as much as the other. But she's glad to have that bit of space to do so. The woman was so excited to hear Evie speak in Greek and Evie lived for making people smile like that, even if she wasn't quite as smiley as they were.

When Gansey sat down across from her, she listened to what he had to say and rested an elbow on the table, chin in her hand as she smirks at him.

"And have you spoken to him yet?"

Rolling his eyes at the smirk, he considered his words carefully, not wanting to sound completely besotted. Even if he probably was. He'd been infatuated since he'd met Ronan. Something probably would have happened between them if Gansey hadn't needed to leave Henrietta and return home.

Now, there were possibilities. Ones that he probably shouldn't consider since their night life wasn't exactly normal, but he could pretend for a little while at least. "We talked. And raced. It was almost like we were in Henrietta again."

He can try all he wants, but Evie knows him well enough to see the besotted nature a mile away. Still, she'll let him have this one and pretend she hasn't noticed at all.

"I thought I heard cars tearing through the city a bit ago," she teases. If he was in danger, he'd have contacted her. But simple car races? Not so much something she really goes after unless it's putting others at risk. Her brother knows what he's doing.

"I was more careful than that," he countered indignantly. He had been careful, knowing how their father worried and that he really couldn't risk dragging his family into trouble. Even if that trouble was just traffic violations. "I made sure there was no one else around before getting his attention."

And that had gone better than expected. Trying to hide his excitement behind his coffee cup, he debated how long it would take for Evie to figure it out. Not long. "I think we're dating."

"Good." She still did what she could to keep an eye on him, anyway. It's what she did. Evie was a caring girl, loyal and protective.

What he says next has her blinking some in surprise before a delighted grin crosses her face. "Really?! Tell me about this possibly dating thing."

Evie doesn't date. She poked at a relationship here or there. A guy from town. A girl from her Krav Maga classes. But nothing ever stuck. She was going to be around a good, long while. Just like her mother. It felt pointless to try.

It was impossible not to return her grin, delight and relief at finally confessing his feelings and having them returned turning his smile brilliant. "Ronan's - we - There's been feelings there for awhile. Since before I left school." Everyone had probably noticed it, except Ronan and Gansey. "I never thought..."

Everything in Gotham made it seem impossible, but here they could have a chance.

"We raced." He paused, expression turning sharp the way it did when he was Ghost. "I won. The Pig handled like a dream." He was still proud of the Camaro and how well she'd performed during that race. "Things happened afterward." Nothing too forward, but not something that he probably should tell his sister about. "And now we're trying to figure out dating when neither one of us has really dated anyone seriously before."

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