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003. i looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do.

WHO: Newt Scamander
WHERE: In the forest, the village, and at where Graves and Credence live.
WHEN: July 8 and onward.
OPEN TO: All with closed starters for Graves and Credence.
WARNINGS: None yet. Will update if necessary.

( open. ) the forest + the village.

It took something of an adventure, bringing Itiiti back to Moana in the village, to finally have Newt coming back willingly. He has considered the previous offer of a roof over his head by Percival after the hailstorm, and came to the conclusion that they will have far better chances of surviving whatever else this place might force on them together. No man is an island, after all.

Besides, he's far easier to find if he's in one place that isn't a constantly shifting forest, yes? He can stop by and see how Wanda is doing with the chicks, perhaps. Or maybe he'll even run into Finnick and Annie again. He wouldn't mind it so much. East should be healing well enough, but she might could do with a proper check-in.

Now that he's arrived, he can see the damage that is still being repaired from the earthquake. He'd been lucky. They all had, it seemed. Perhaps it was another thing he could offer a hand with. He should probably look into finding a place to put his things before getting too involved. Never mind that he looks rather ridiculous with his stoat, Devlin, perched on one shoulder to investigate, and his pack still strapped to his back.

( closed. ) graves.

Newt only has the pack on his back with some nuts and berries gathered, a couple of fish he caught earlier in the morning, and the pack on his back when he shows up on Graves' doorstep again. He didn't come to the decision to come here lightly. In fact, he'd quite ignored the insisting after the hail storm where he'd ended up with a mild injury. It was nothing, truly, just a cut and a bruise. He's gotten far worse from Dougal in the past.

But then the earthquake had happened, Credence had disappeared for a couple of days, and ---well, Newt could hardly justify refusing the other man's offer. Strength in numbers, and all. It's with that knowledge that he arrives on the doorstep to the house, pack strapped to his back, Devlin perched on a shoulder, and knocks.

While he has every intention of taking Percival up on his prior offer, they should talk first. Much has happened since they both arrived, but they've had very little chance to talk properly.

( closed. ) credence.

Newt comes to the door where Credence stays in the house, and knocks lightly on the door. It still feels quite odd and almost imposing to be here. He's never been very comfortable any social sphere, and much prefers to keep to himself. Or keep to his creatures. This place, it seems, has elected to force him out of his usual comfort zone.

While he may not like it, he is nothing if not adaptable.

Cautiously, he peeks in a little, not wanting to intrude. "Hello, Credence. Might I come in?"

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A knock on his door is strange. If Kira wanted to come in, he'd just barge in, he's sure of it, and Mr. Graves is always particular and lets him have his privacy in his room, so his first reaction is to jump and instinctively hide the book he's been reading for absolutely no reason. It's not like he's going to get in trouble for reading his own book, but it's only when Newt peeks in and he sees who it is that he removes his hand (and paperback) from underneath his pillow.

"Hello, Mr. Scamander." And, because he doesn't at all think Newt could possibly be there for him: "I'm not sure where Mr. Graves is."

Newt is hardly the sort to intrude on someone, especially so out of the blue. It's not polite. He sees him jump, thinks he should have possibly said something out loud first, but he's hardly able to take it back now. He sees him pull out the book he'd apparently been hiding, and offers a small smile, even if he's not meeting his gaze.

"Uh, no, actually," Newt begins, voice faltering. "I was coming to see you. I've spoken with Percival and---well, I was hoping it wouldn't inconvenience you if I shared your room." A pause and the silence seems entirely too loud. Which is a silly thought. "Instead of staying in the woods."

Ned is walking back from the forest having wanted to spend some time collecting his thoughts when he catches sight of a man he doesn't recognize. He has a curious sort of creature on his shoulder from what Ned can see, though he is still a bit of a considerable distance away. He wonders for a moment whether the man is a new arrival, his face foreign and his behavior like that of a person disoriented. But his clothes appear to be dry, and the man seems to know the paths through the village. No, the man hasn't just come through the fountain; he's been here, perhaps for some time. But then why the confusion?

Once near enough, he speaks jovially and warmly.

"Well met. Do you require any sort of assistance? You seem rather lost."

Newt doesn't often find himself in the village. Of course, he's been there more often as of late, but it's a recent sort of development. It isn't so much confusion as perhaps a mild bit of apprehension.

He takes note of the other man approaching him, and he seems friendly enough. Devlin, still perched on his shoulder, chitters and pokes his head towards the other man curiously. Newt doesn't quite meet his gaze, but his demeanor is friendly enough.

"And to you," Newt begins, reaching up a hand idly to pet Devlin. "No, I've just come from the forest. I hadn't really seen the extent of the damage until now." Before there had been other concerns. Like where Credence was.

He takes note, rather ruefully, that most of the things here could be fixed with a simple spell, but that's sadly out of his ability currently.

Ned's brows stitch slightly at seeing the diversion of the man's gaze, as though afraid or hesitant to lift them to Ned's face entirely. All that is distracted, however, by the little creature perched on the stranger's shoulder - a pet, of some kind. It resembles the long, rodent-like creatures he'd seen back in Westeros, only a bit a different. Curious that the man should have tamed and kept such a companion, but Ned has certainly seen stranger things in his life - both before and since his arrival in the village.

"From the quake, you mean?" Ned inquires, bringing his gaze back to the man's face. "Yes, I agree. I've not done any sort of extensive scouting of what's been damaged, but I can imagine many of the structures have been compromised in some way." He pauses before adding, "Are you quite well?"

"You!" A voice called over to Newt from one of the nearby houses. Standing precariously on top of the railing of her porch, Lyanna was trying to angle a bit of timber against one of the cracks on the siding of her home. Her hammer was tucked under her arm, but the nails were too difficult to manage while she tried to hold the board in place.

She beckoned Newt over, gesturing with her head, her foot nearly sliding out from under her. "Seven hells! Come here and help me." The damage hadn't been too great, thank the gods. She still had a home, as did so many others. None had been killed. Now there was only the annoyance of repair to oversee.

"Stop gawking and make yourself useful, ser!"

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Newt startled only slightly at the sharp voice calling over. It was easy enough to see that the young woman had begun to repair some damage on her own, but ---well, it didn't seem to be going very well for her. Shrugging off of his pack, and beckoning his stoat off of his shoulder, Newt headed over to where she was.

"Right, of course," Newt began, heading up onto the porch. He looked up, to see what it was she was doing, but not quite at her. He quickly climbs up next to her, trying not to jostle the rail, and takes hold of the board. "Do you always start potentially dangerous tasks on your own and shout for complete strangers to assist you?"

Oh he was clever. She smiled, trying not to laugh and catch herself off balance. It was a fair question, but the answer had to be rather obvious. "Sometimes. I have accidentally knocked things on people's heads while in the woods. This is probably the best way you could meet me."

She had a habit of putting herself in precarious situations, but enjoyed the thrill of it more than she could express. She angled her nails, quickly pounding them into place. When the last nail was in, she reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, using him as leverage as she hopped to the ground.

"Thank you. Now the walls won't leak. I'm Lyanna Stark."

There is a chicken. There are actually number of them around the village, housed at both Mr Cougar and Jensen's and at the Inn. The Inn also has a rooster, and Kate daily checks on his continued existence because the village is full of people who are not used to crowing of a rooster and regard him as a nuisance.

But this chicken, a grey and fluffy girl, is not either of those places. No, she's strutting down the road as proud as anything. And behind her is Kate.

The fence around the chicken coop at the back of the Inn had held during the initial earthquake, but the aftershocks? No, that had led to some trouble. Trouble, quick repair, and one missing chicken by the name of Frances. Beyond any affection Kate feels for her, the village's food situation is still such that she'd had to lose even one layer and potential breeder. The trouble is, she can't spook Frances too much, or she'll just take off again. But, seeing the bird make her way down towards the man approaching, Kate waves at him and points at the chicken hopefully.

Please help her catch her bird, Mister.

Wanda’s home was at the edge of town, one of the closest to the forest’s edge. It had been a choice of safety and security, not from the environment but from the people who now occupied the town. It was true that they were all stuck together but the people here were mostly strangers. Clint was out which meant that it was up to Wanda to feed the chickens and let the dog out. The chickens now had a decently built coop to call home and a small section that had been cut off using strips of fabric and pieces of wood. It wasn’t perfect but Wanda was slowly fortifying the pen, more for the chickens safety than anything else.

The puppy was less of a concern. It had been Riza’s and had been trained not to wander too far away from the house. Wanda would let her run off and at a simple command, she’d return back to her side. The pup listened to Clint more than she listened to Wanda but Wanda didn’t have to worry about her running off or getting hurt.

When Newt neared the house he’d see that Wanda was favoring her right leg, having hurt her ankle during the earthquake. It didn’t hurt anymore but it was still healing and, per Beverly’s advice, she tried to stay off it. There was a small bucket at Wanda’s feet filled with chopped up roots and seeds that she had collected. It took a lot of time but it was for the chickens so it was worth it. She carefully feed them, made sure they had plenty of water to combat the heat and then turned to find the energetic puppy who was now running towards Newt.

A light smile tugged at her lips as she slowly walked to greet Newt. "Hey." Her accent was light and pleasant but it still made her words sound dense. "Are you moving?" She eyed his backpack before returning her gaze to his face. Wanda knew that Newt was living in the woods, she could only guess that the earthquake inspired him to come into town.

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