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[thetrueeve]

WHO: Eve and YOU
WHERE: Various locations [Nonah housing, Apple Of My Eye Produce Store, The Nickel, otherwise around]
WHEN: Early to Mid September
WHAT: Eve's new and trying to figure out her new life
WARNINGS: Reference to BDSM.



Nonah Housing, #001 but also #002, #003, and #004

Eve has been in Heaven for a long time surrounded by people, so being a good hostess and also making other people feel welcome is top of her to-do list. The first thing she does with her new funds is to buy a whole bunch of cake and brownie batter. She can't make her special brownies, but she doesn't need to! The cake is chocolate on chocolate with Hi I'm Eve! written on it and a huge heart over the words. This is left at #001 for her fellow occupants of the townhouse.

#002, #003, and #004 occupants will find plates of double fudge brownies, enough for six people at least in each, in front of their door with a note with very pretty handwriting saying "I'm new and my name is Eve in #001, stop by and say hi! :)"

People can either catch her putting the food in front of their houses, in her own place, or come knock on the door.

Apple Of My Eye Produce Store

Eve has never had a real job before so she is greatly enthusiastic, even if it's a random produce store. She begs her new boss to let her greet people at the door which she does with a big smile and eager wave. Unfortunately if you ask her directions or where to find things she will 100% get it wrong and send you in the wrong direction. She is not a great employee. Does she get points for eagerness?

The Nickel

Eve puts on a big smile at work or with new friends, but she's in an actual depressive state besides that. Once she gets to a bar after her wanderings she settles down in a corner and just keeps ordering drinks. By the time someone approaches her there she will probably be heavily tipsy and either try to make friends or cry on your shoulder. Good luck.

Wildcard/Wherever

Eve is eager to explore wherever she's allowed so she can be found basically anywhere you want. The beach, wandering through shops, getting hopelessly and ridiculously lost wherever she goes, and probably turning down the wrong alley occasionally without knowing what she's doing. Open to anything!

Comments

BAR - CONTINUATION WITH ANATHEMA

[thetrueeve]

After the two of them manage to handle some ruffians,, Eve feels like she's floating on air with excitement! She's never done anything like that before; she usually cheers on the people who do things. The only time she felt this competent and, well, badass, was when Maze took her around to have fun and also track down one of her bounties. But in that, Maze was doing most of the work and Eve just watched her. Even if all Eve did was talk, it was sometimes. She's so giddy that she begs Anathema, her friend (she has decided), to have a drink with her.

She orders a vodka cranberry at the far end of the bar so they have a little space to themselves but not that much. It's quiet at the moment. All it takes is a little bat of Eve's eyes at the bartender for them to immediately be served and she beams at him. Eve smooths out her nice red dress and brushes her hair back, sipping her drink and then looking over at Anathema. "Oh I realized I never introduced myself."

She flips her hair back and offers her hand. "I'm Eve! Thank you for helping me."

[anathemic]

"Anathema. You're perfectly welcome." The woman squirms and readjusts her seat at the bar -- it's a little harder with her voluminous skirt -- but then shakes Eve's hand, and even her handshake is crisp and decisive.

She should probably have been more anxious about robbery than she had been -- and, yes, there was a little tremor in her chest when she walked up to those robbers, a frisson of adrenaline through her blood. For the first time in her entire life, there hadn't been a prophecy saying that Anathema would survive this, that she would come out of this experience safely because she had an urgent world-saving appointment elsewhere a couple years from now. That safety net yanked away.

But rather than being nervewracking, it's exhilarating. Anathema orders a muddled mojito, and it's refreshing and summery, and the sweet mint-sugar-lime tastes like freedom and the pride of a job well done.

"Was that your first averted robbery? It was mine, too."

[thetrueeve]

It was exhilarating, for sure. Eve is usually passive, a trait that she was created with and that she still hasn't come close to fully breaking. It's why she went looking for someone else to help rather than did it herself right away, as many people might have. They are in a city of heroes and super-powered people, so that she is getting used to, but it still was everyone else doing big things. Not her. She wonders if this is what her friends feel like; for a passive person, she surrounds herself with aggressive people. They are confident and direct and make bold decisions.

Anathema already reminds her of them. Even if this is her first averted robbery too! "It was. That was so cool." She doesn't often use modern phrases, but it seems completely necessary in this case. There is no better word for it. "Not that I plan on putting on a shiny costume and using a codename, but I can see where it all is coming from now." What would drive people to want to do more of it. It felt good and empowering, but also, who knows who might have gotten hurt by the ruffians if they hadn't been there.

"Have you always had superpowers? It's still intense to me." Eve is only barely testing hers out, and Anathema's seen her first real intentional attempts at them. She definitely can see where it may come from now, so she can be careful when to use it. This was when she could feel the richness in her voice, the timber of it that was different on certain words than before. It's all a bit heady.

Nonah wildcard

[mysterioisthetruth]

Quentin Beck can often be found around Nonah as a certain Peter Parker lives there and they have often met up. He also frequently appears fully in costume (but usually without the fishbowl helmet) and so it is today he's walking down a street in Nonah. Of course he stands out, even among other imPorts, with that flashy costume and now and then people stop him for a question or an autograph. He accepts with a gracious smile and moves on.

[thetrueeve]

Eve herself has not established herself as a superhero, nor does she have any intention to, but she does smile when she sees Quentin walking around in a costume and graciously being kind to people who come up to him. It's very sweet! A superhero who can't take a few moments to be nice to everyone else is not one at all.

Since there's not a shy bone on her body, she walks right up to him, a bright smile on her face and big doe eyes full of warmth. "You're good with them. Are you a superhero back home too?" Her tattoo that establishes her as an imPort is in sight as she's almost always in sleeveless dresses and the like, a nice red sundress at the moment.

The Nickel

[beautifullies]

For as attached to the hip as Jamie and Claire have been, both of them need their space, and Claire's spending some time getting to know places she might have an interest in showing Jamie later. Everything will be new to her husband, but she still wants variety.

That's what has her at The Nickel, sitting next to a woman pounding back the drinks. The doctor in her can't help but finally glance over and say something in return.

"Feel free to tell me to sod off, but I think you might consider drinking some water."

[thetrueeve]

Eve associates drunkenness with fun, up until now. She usually gets giddy and dances her energy out with someone, but she does know that people drown their sorrows which is why she's trying it this way. And it's working. She is feeling like a sad lump and strangely that gives her satisfaction, since she wants to feel bad. She should. Her throat is on fire from going for liquor instead of something lighter, and she lifts her head to look at the woman talking to her. It's a little hazy, but she sees her.

"I really like your voice," she says with a smile toward her, quick to compliment even now. "You sound like Lucifer but that's okay. It's allllll okay." Eve lays her head down on the bar and waves fingers toward the bartender. "Waterrrrr?"

Nonah Housing

[bookshopped]

The simple and true fact of the matter is that the quickest way into Aziraphale's good graces is through food. Now, another very true fact is that getting into his good graces is remarkably easy to begin with, but that's neither here nor there; he's the trusting sort. Sometimes it's a flaw. But today, it can't possibly be a flaw because a new neighbor has left treats and that's delightful.

When he finds the treats (and tastes one of the brownies) and the note outside of #003, well, the only right and neighborly thing to do is head over with a treat in turn. Now, given that the mysterious new neighbor's name is Eve, he considered apple pie if only for nostalgia's sake, but decided against it in case it came across as cliche. Instead the angel has a tin of chocolate chip cookies and a smile as he marches himself up to #001 and knocks on the door, taking half a step back to wait.

[thetrueeve]

Eve is washing off plates and her pans at the moment, it's hardly a gift if anyone else has to clean up after, and while she's there she is cleaning any other dishes in the kitchen. She'll probably continue there to pick up all of the common room areas and make it spotless. There is something to be said for being created purely for a singular purpose (under a tree of one particular one) and doing well at it. She likes being a caretaker!

She hears the knock and makes an excited squeak, hoping this means she'll have someone to talk to because listen silence is bad and being lost in one's thoughts is the worst. Eve gives herself a glimpse in the mirror, fluffs out her curly hair, and open the door. Her smile is beamed at Aziraphale. "Hello! I'm Eve!" The sheer enthusiasm in her voice really needs to be taken down a notch or two, but she'll get there.

Nonah Housing (#004)

[lonered]

When he hears someone outside the door to his residence at #004, Keith can't help but investigate. Moving towards the front door silently enough that his approach should go unnoticed until the door is actually opening. Now, he doesn't open the door with a weapon drawn which is a testament to his growth in maturity over the past couple years. There's a flicker of paranoia, but it eases somewhat when he notices the woman and the plate of brownies. So the dagger stays sheathed and tucked away. No sense in immediately getting off on the wrong foot.

He blinks in surprise that is only faintly suspicious. "Uh... hi? Were you looking for someone?"

[thetrueeve]

Eve is in a great mood. For now. She likes feeling helpful, and feeding people is a way to be helpful. She looks forward to maybe spotting her housemates find their new treat, and she's humming a very old timey sounding song under her breath as she comes closer to her neighbors' door. She doesn't expect someone to open the door though and her eyes widen slightly, but then she instantly mega-watt smiles at him.

"Hi!" She puts the card underneath the plate of brownies and offers her hand to him, juggling the action gracefully. "I'm Eve, I just got here. I made everyone brownies!" She almost reassures that they're normal brownies, but not everyone assumes the worst on that front, so she's all set. "What better way to meet your neighbors, right?"

Produce store

[rebelhealer]

Since Anders actually started getting paid to heal others, he's been able to afford to buy more food, and get more variety in his diet. And he likes the look of this produce store, so he goes inside to get some groceries.

Entering the store, he looks over at the lady wearing an article of clothing identifying her as an employee.

"Pardon me, do you know where the oranges are?"

[thetrueeve]

Eve looked very sad at her boss when he said she had a uniform of sorts to be in, but she accepted the shirt. They compromised on the skirt. She is the only one with a skirt and heels on working there, but she does have the shirt and name tag written Eve in her own elegant handwriting. She insisted. She is not aware if she used her powers in order to get what she wanted, or that people just have a tendency to give in to her. It's likely the latter, honestly. Her big sad brown eyes are very effective.

She is no where near sad now though, brightening when the man comes in. "Hello! Welcome to the Apple Of My Eye, isn't that the cutest name?" Eves and Apples, honestly. She brushes a hand through her wild mane of hair, the tattoo from the imports the only scar on her otherwise flawless skin. "Ummmm. Yes! Yes?" Eve spins around to look. "I think they're this way!" And she cheerfully takes off in the directions, hoping the man will follow her.

Wildcard

[hisfavoriteson]

He's just doing some shopping at the mall, before meeting Chloe when her shift is over. He's only been here for about twenty minutes himself, and he's only got one bag so far. He's mostly just killing time between the end of his work and Chloe's, anyway.

He's on his way out of a menswear store when he sees someone familiar in the crowd, and he stops. "Eve?"

At least he's not wearing a bathrobe this time.

[thetrueeve]

Eve brought to the cash register several rounds of clothing before realizing she doesn't have the funds to buy her wardrobe the same way, which led to a dramatically sad moment, and a cashier who felt bad and offered to help her. After many tearful thank yous, they put together a few things to tide her over until she made sense of this whole job and finance thing. It's terribly confusing. She almost misses when farmers and shepherds were mostly the options. She was good at both of those things!

Her wild mane of hair is fairly easy to pick out, and her head turns sharply in the direction of his voice. "Lucifer!" Uh oh. Is she ready for this? She doesn't know. She doesn't have a choice! Fleeing is not an option. Maze would tell her to 'badass bitch' walk over like nothing changed, and if they were merely exes maybe she could do that. But considering what she did? Eve is feeling more like slinking away out of shame.

Instead she walks up to him and swallows, smiling as much as she can. "Fancy meeting you here?"

CHLOE'S PLACE - Continuation with Chloe

[thetrueeve]

Technically Eve has a job, but she really isn't sure that it's right for her. Her boss is so very nice, even gave her most of the ingredients for her baked goods for free, but she can already tell it's going to get boring fast. She craves excitement too much. Her attempt at a resume was a genuine request, and after her conversation with Chloe, she feels like asking to come over is reasonable. For her help! And also in case they need to talk about anything else serious that probably should not be over the network.

Eve brings brownies, a notepad, and a bottle of wine, feeling like all three of them might be helpful depending. She's never spent an extended amount of time with Chloe, but she's eager to please always and she has a deep fondness for the police detective even with their reasons for disliking each other. How could she? Chloe is smart and brave and kind. Eve admires her. They also shared an intense moment while saving Charlie that made her think oh if everything wasn't awful, we could be friends! Maybe killing a demon together just naturally makes that.

Knowing that John Decker is Chloe's father makes it easy for her to spot it now. Eve has an excellent memory, after so many years in Heaven, and she's seen generations come through of the same families. She only hopes saying that helped a little. Losing a parent is not something she understands, having none of her own.

She knocks on Chloe's door with her hands mostly full and feels oddly nervous. Trying to make friends is hard, when you're coming from a disadvantage/tense background. But she believes in them!

[thevulnerability]

It wasn't that Chloe ever really disliked Eve. At first she'd thought the other woman was good for Lucifer, but it became pretty clear that wasn't the case very quickly. Eve brought out things in Lucifer that Chloe didn't like, but maybe that was her own pride talking. Learning that Lucifer didn't need someone else to define him had been a hard lesson for all of them, Chloe included. And while Eve brought out bad parts of him, sometimes Chloe felt like her pressure for him to be a good person on her terms did nearly as much damage.

That said, even after everything that happened, Chloe could see that Eve wasn't bad. She wasn't Marcus Peirce or even Charlotte Richards when Charlotte was terrifying and intolerable. She was just, Chloe figures, as confused and as lost as the rest of them.

Still, it's a surprise when she answers the door to see Eve standing there. Sure, Chloe had offered to help with her resume but she hadn't actually expected Eve to come through. Good or not, and having saved Trixie or not, Eve had always been... Flaky. Celestials, in general, seemed to be, actually.

"Oh." That's her immediate response, and it takes her a moment to realize that Eve is standing there loaded down with food and wine and God knows what else. So Chloe steps to the side and waves her through the door. "That's... a lot of stuff."

Nonah #3

[reborningreen]

One good turn deserves another, and Oliver, being Oliver, returns the favor by making donuts in a donut maker he had acquired. They are, of course, green, with various ones in green apple, mint, chocolate, chocolate mint, and standard glazed and powdered flavors, each labeled of course.

He knocked as he steps to her door, and then leans down to leave the box, just in case she is busy. He's been trying to eb more social here, despite how busy he has been.

Still, despite work and working on getting backers and investments, he is still making time as he stands, waiting.

[thetrueeve]

Eve has just finished cleaning up after her mess and organizing some things while she's there. Idle hands and all that. She doesn't move anything that might belong to someone else, but she does pick up and clean the surfaces of things, check to make certain nothing in the fridge is past expiration. Eventually her high energy will get her antsy enough to leave, but for now this is how she's getting it out.

She is just putting dishes away when she hears the knock and feels a little thrill at having a guest. Any kind of guest! Eve closes the cabinets and then walks over to the door, opening it and smiling brightly at the handsome man on the other side. "Hello. I'm Eve!" She wouldn't immediately assume he's a neighbor so an introduction is still the right way to go, brushing her thick dark hair back over her shoulders.

Nonah, outside

[goodtobebad]

Aziraphale is pleased as punch about the brownies, of course, though Crowley remains ever skeptical by nature. Still, catching the culprit, as it were, removes at least some of his skepticism. She might be who she says she is - at least she's not in reality a large man with a lot of tattoos smelling of narcotics or something.

And the brownies had been pretty good.

"Ah, you're the mysterious brownie girl," Crowley says, because humans by and large do not have names, they just have nicknames.

[thetrueeve]

No, she is not one a large man with a lot of tattoos, she is a small and delicate woman with a wild mane of hair and a smile so wide it can take up most of her face. But his suspicion about special brownies wouldn't have been that off if they were back in her world. She is much better about making sure not to send the wrong ones to people though! Pot brownies are made to be appreciated and enjoyed for what they are, not by accident.

Anyway.

She glances over at the red-haired man and there's that smile, full of delight. "That's me." Eve even gives him a little curtsey with her red dress, for no reason other than she feels like it. "I'm Eve. It's so good to meet you, Mr. ....?"

001

[solarcharged]

It's been years since Apollo's had anything close to resembling a brownie - a true statement given that the one he'd attempted to bake for Jenny's seventh birthday was nowhere close to resembling a brownie. Alone and dressed in his usual white and gold uniform he stops in his tracks in the middle of the kitchen, eyeing the tray with surprise.

And maybe a little bit of suspicion.

Not taking a slice, he pads through the kitchen and out to the hall, searching for the mysterious Eve-the-baker. New housemate? Polite housethief? Sentient brownie named Eve?

"Hello?"

[thetrueeve]

Eve has a lot of energy, and since the other option is for her to be crying on her bed for the next week, she's instead been keeping herself busy. Wandering the areas, baking, cleaning; she is very domestic, something she was literally made for and she finds it gives her joy so she sticks with it. She has gotten just a few dresses to suit her until she has an easier time working for money, and she is hanging them up when she hears his voice.

She pops out of her space and her smile is instant and bright. She's a petite woman with a thick head of dark curls and doe eyes full of warmth and devoid of guile. "Hi! I'm Eve." It is usually her who greets new people to her home, up in Heaven, but this time she's the newcomer and that makes her nervous. But she loves people, and she admires the man. "Wow, that costume is beautiful. Did you make it yourself?"

Nonah #004

[adultwonder]

Dick's on his way home from work and still in his uniform. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, that consists of tight leather pants, a bowtie, and... actually, that's all. He's got a jacket on, but it's really only barely helping.

He really needs to find a new job one of these days.

He looks up as he makes his way towards the room, and raises his eyebrows.

"Oooh, are those brownies?"

[thetrueeve]

Eve looks up when she hears the voice, having been about to put the brownies down, and immediately straightens with a bright smile. His uniform doesn't surprise her; after weeks wearing all kinds of things and having many sinful parties with Lucifer, she accepts all fashion choices as valid. He does look very handsome, so that's the extent of her observation.

She, on the other hand, is wearing a vivid red dress and matching high heels. Even with a limited amount of money, she will find a way to make her chosen style work. At least it's her money now and not Lucifer's.

"They are!" She offers the plate to him. "I'm new and I thought, what better want to make friends, right?"