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WHO: Tina Goldstein
WHERE: The Fountain & Around
WHEN: 3/25 Onwards
OPEN TO: Closed arrival to Queenie, OTA threads to anyone else
WARNINGS: Nothing applicable at the moment
STATUS: OTA sans Queenie thread

FOUNTAIN// ARRIVAL
(This is locked to Queenie, but should you want to do something with it let me know! It's merely because I prefer not to have a lot of initial reaction threads. )

Tina is usually not so quick to wake up in the mornings. The nature of her job forced her to be an earlier riser, but even then she had to wake up a little earlier than most. It took at least one cup of coffee to make her ready for the day (some days more if a case kept her later than usual). The sudden jerking motion, as if from a fitful of sleep, to wakefulness is more than enough to set her sense alive. Her brain whirled half groggily become aware very quickly that this was certainly not where she was supposed to be.

It's December in New York. Most of the water inland was frozen over, so she has to be somewhere else. It's distinctly somehow warmer than it had been and that's more than enough to set off further bells. Bells that she can't really take heed to at the moment as she forces herself upwards. Grateful, not for the first time, of the training that Aurors were pressured to go through of all kinds. Panicking right then would surely be her downfall. A few moments later her hand grasps the sides of a slick wall, uses it to guide, and lets out a strangled breath as her hand grips the edge and her head emerges from the water.

She gives herself a moment to catch her breath before giving a frustrated noise and hoisting herself out of the water. The immediate danger seemingly gone for now, the woman can't help but still remain on high alert. What kind of Auror doesn't have a wand? She mentally scolds herself, but it's easily returned with a simple: The kind who was sleeping peacefully in their home until five minutes ago. The realization sobers her from the adrenaline high of a few minutes prior and she takes in her immediate surroundings: Buildings she would certainly not find in their part of New York.

A tensity sets her shoulders and for the first time she glances down at herself: Definitely not the comfortable pajamas she had worn to bed. Her mouth formed a thin line and she rises to her feet, hefts the weight off her back-- a bag-- and glares at it as if it's the problem here (there was a lot of problems here).

"What in the name of Deliverence Dane is going on?" She growled to herself neverminding at the moment how absurd she most look as she unzips the thing hoping against hope somehow a wand would be in there. Hope, of course, doesn't work and she hardly looks as absurd as the last person to arrive. Or the person before them.

LATER// AROUND THE VILLAGE
Once she's settled and dry, Tina finds she can't sit any longer. As much as she wants to sit and talk to her sister-- to make up for an apparent lack of being there-- she's restless. The house Queenie had settled in was nice, far larger than their one bedroom they shared in New York, but it reeked of unfamiliarity. The idea of simply having her own room after all this time was simply disconcerting and saying as much wasn't going to help anyone (of course, however, her sister knew her better than anyone could read her in ways she didn't like to be). Tina just had to get out and do something: Anything.

Even taking in the village left her uneasy. The functionalities of things didn't seem so strange, but she's used to taller buildings, crowded streets, millions of people. There was overcrowding New York and here it seemed overly spacious. The fog certainly doesn't help. When the weather was right the fog rolled over Manhattan and on a good day it was difficult to see where you were going and as homey as that feeling was it's inherently wrong. Tina feels more disconcerted by the moment as she takes in the various houses and buildings, frowning at how it can seem so empty and stepping away quickly if she comes too close to someone.

She doesn't seem to offer any words of apologies in that moment: Or at least the excuse me doesn't sound entirely apologetic. It's not as if people running into each other in overpopulated New York wasn't normal nor was it really easy to see anything. The disgruntlement is obvious in her tone if and when she does even if she manages a somewhat apologetic look.

THE WOODS// A FEW DAYS LATER
Being busy is just part of who Tina is and investigating is another. Once she's set on where things are in the village she can't help but test the limits: Just because someone says they're trapped doesn't make it any easier for the woman to believe. Her time in any expanse of forest is few and far between. Most of her job involved city arrests and her Ilvermorny days were kept to the school (not into the surrounding woods on Mount Greylock). In spite of that she's determinedly made her way into the woods.

The woman certainly doesn't move with any sense of ease in the woods, but she's careful enough. Taking in the growth and wondering just how large the woods are. If there's really no way out. Right now, however, she's merely curious-- taking in the area as opposed to even trying to find a way to escape. It's hardly as if she's prepared for that at all.

Unfortunately for her, inexperience in a forest shows and now and then the noises of animals moving or the rustling of trees makes her stiffen up. At one point she catches sight of a deer out of the corner of her eye and stops-- Turning to it in surprise and gives out a puff of a breath.

"Now this is ridiculous," She mumbles to herself unhelpfully deciding then that she's certainly had enough for the day and turns to find her way back to the village. Which is another thing altogether: Mapping a city she can do. A forest? Not so much.

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Moana began to eat her own food. She always ate slowly, giving her stomach time to realize it was eating. It was the only way she knew not to over eat and it worked well to save food also. She never ate until she was full to bursting, just until she was content.

Her smile grew at Tina's approval. "I'm glad! I'm always happy to cook. I go fishing every other day to make sure there is fish here. People have other food but I feel bad using things that aren't mine."

Moana knew that things in the inn were to be shared but she tried to use as little as possible.

Good. Good, they're both good. Whatever this is, whatever they are, it's alright. It's going to be alright.

It's a lot of emotion for someone who suppresses himself, who shuts out everything. Even if that's slowly changing. Tina doesn't look like she would mind more heartfelt discussion, but Credence already feels drained and perhaps crying into her shoulder is embarrassing enough.

"Thank you," He mumbles eventually. He nods to himself, and then takes a small breath, just a quick inhale. Now the circumstances are normal, here. Now, they can have a conversation. That's strange, a normal conversation.

He doesn't think he's had one from anyone other than Graves when it comes to people from his world. He gasps, softly, remembering one of the most exciting facts he'd found while talking.

"Did you know there are a lot of people here from New York, too? Just not our time."

The woman's brow arched at his thanks-- She hadn't done anything deserving of it. Crying over a young man wasn't much in the books to be gratified for (then again, who else would do so?) She bit down on her lip with a shake of her head, giving an uncertain pause at his mention.

"I've realized, yes," She answered, the furrowing of her brows deepening. It's not something she like to think much about, especially given so much of it was about No-Majs. Which while she far from hated them there was a distinct barrier when it came to understanding. "I suppose you've been asking a lot of questions about it?"

"Yeah? Where are you staying, then? One of the big houses?" he guesses, seeing as that's where most people seem to end up staying. He doesn't really mind the idea of having his own place, but maybe once he's got his feet under him. Right now, he's just happy to have a bed to his name and a sort-of job that he's holding down.

"They nice inside?" he asks. "I mean, and they don't cost a lot or nothing? They seem like they'd be pretty expensive."

The dog watched the exchange with little change in his cheerful expression. Riza accepted the toy without much comment, just pleased that it hadn't ended in a more troublesome way. Besides, that may be true about training, but Riza didn't want to let people think that Arado was undisciplined or a nuisance.

"Very true. I believe I've met a few myself in my own line of work," Riza said, thinking of the men and women back home who were still a little rough around the edges. Military training could only do so much after all. "He's honestly become a bit of a shadow. I'm not sure I could lose him if I wanted to at this point," Riza commented.

She sighed, "I do think dogs might be a bit easier to train though. But fortunately I never had to act as a drill instructor so I suppose I'll never really know."

"With my sister, yeah," She answered with a roll of her shoulders. "Queenie hasn't said she's paying for anything, but monetary currency isn't a thing here..." That much she could tell. It was all skilled labor, which was part of why she ahd wanted to learn more all the same.

"It's certainly a lot larger than our apartment."

Tina doesn't seem much bothered. To her it was hardly about if he was trained or otherwise, a young pup would take time to get better situated. It had nothing to do with a lack of discipline training, which the woman seemed to be working on. Her brow arched in mild curiosity before she offered a hesitant smile.

"He must be taken to you, then," She responded, glancing down to the dog who still seemed very much unperturbed in his cheerfulness. "People are a little less obedient, is all, dogs get on much quicker. 'Least from what I can tell." Which isn't much given that she'd never had one, but she knew most animals motivations were survival than the various wills people had.

"He's the first dog I've seen around here. Arado, right?"

Money had been the most important thing, back home. Money dictated the job he'd needed to work, the bank shutting him down because he didn't have collateral, him getting a lucky stroke with those silver eggs. Money's controlled his life, so the idea that now it doesn't matter makes him feel somewhat out of control.

"How can they really give us so much without asking for anything back?" he asks, a little worried that they're going to come asking for pay, at some point.

Tina's reminded for a moment of something Queenie said; That perhaps it was Grindelwald behind it. While she still firmly believes it couldn't be there's something in what Jacob says. What did "they" even want from them. Her expression darkens before she speaks again.

"I'd think them kidnapping is one reason for it," She answered, voice more brusque than before at the thought.

"Yeah, but, even that don't make much sense, not for me," Jacob says, not meaning to think so little of himself, but it kind of happens after the cards he's been dealt recently. "Why would anyone wanna kidnap me, I'm just a baker," he says. "It's not even like they took me and said they wanted me to bake bread, I just kind of figure I'm gonna end up doing that just to have something to do."

Riza nodded at the question. "There are a few other people with animals -- mostly live stock, but I think I've seen one or two other dogs and there's a cat at the inn for sure," she paused and then added, "I knew a woman keeping pigeons for awhile. I should probably ask her how that is coming along. We were trying to train them for messaging purposes but I'm not sure how successful we're really being since neither of us have actually trained pigeons before." One thing was certain, they were very different from dogs. They'd mostly been working on things they'd heard and a lot of trial and error and she wasn't even sure they were making much progress. She had stopped checking in with Peggy on that as other incidents took priority, she made a mental note to fix that in the future.

"I'm Riza. I think I've seen you around at the inn--though I didn't get a chance to really say a proper hello."

"My grandfather bred owls," Tina remarked abruptly, coloring when she realizes how quickly she offered that information. A finger trailed her cheek and she turned her eyes away, lower lip catching a moment before she speaks. "I mean to say he did so for messaging purposes. It's been a while and I was only a kid, but I might remember some of it." Queenie, too, she thinks mentally-- Though her sister was a little younger than herself, but perhaps between the two of them they remembered something. Being able to send messages when others were away-- such as certain magizoologists in the bloody forest-- seemed useful.

Drawn from her thoughts there's a flicker of amusement in her eyes before she offered the woman her hand. "It's all right," She remarked, "I'm no good at greeting people anyway. It's Tina." Trying desperately to not appear as guarded as she often was is a difficult process indeed.

At one point in her life, Riza might have found such an occupation as odd. However, given what she knew now about the greater multiverse and strange places like this...well...breeding owls was hardly the strangest thing she'd heard. She hardly reacts, merely nodding, "You'd be surprised what you pick up from being around a relative with a skill for something. I wonder if that has something to do with where I ended up sometimes."

Riza accepted the offered hand, giving a firm handshake in response. "Circumstances aside, it's nice to meet you then." She lowered her hand, giving Tina a small smile, "I'd say we have that in common as well."

"I do, yes," Newt says quickly. It's entirely baffling to him at times how few people understand what it entails to do the sort of field work he has. It isn't as if he can simply go door to door asking about magical creatures that most would simply exterminate out of habit. Or worse.

Theseus worried for a time, but his worry manifested in different ways. It came in teaching him hexes and jinxes. In teaching him how to defend himself against the sort of people he would likely come across in this path that he chose.

At her huff to his suggestion, he found himself glancing towards her face a moment. "It wouldn't be any difficulty for me, really."

Newt nodded at her offer. "Yes, I know. I just---" He stopped. He had stayed with the Goldsteins for nearly a week before his ship departed New York. They'd had dinner virtually every night together. Why exactly was it that he found himself so hesitant now? It wasn't as if the entire village lived in the same place as they did. "I suppose stopping in once or twice wouldn't hurt."

Hands still firmly placed on her hips the woman peered up at the man. She wanted to say that she worried for him out here alone, but he'd likely find it as laughable and unreasonable as she did. Newt was far more comfortable in this kind of terrain than manmade ones. Besides-- What right did she have to proclaim such worries.

She held her tongue on the 'can I see it' remark that cam to mind and is glad for it. Tina finally tore her eyes away and had to bite down on her lip to keep amused grin from growing. If she had any doubts on it before they're gone now. "No, it wouldn't," She reaffirmed, shifting on her feet in a teetering motion before looking she looked back up, "we're not going to poison you."

It's a familiar teasing that she hoped would reach him after all this time. She may have dragged him across New York, but she had never meant him any ill will. Certainly less so after getting to know him.

Tina exhaled and added quietly, "And maybe once or twice I could stop by out here?"

If she had expressed a desire or determination to see his small campsite and shelter, then he would have shown it off quite readily. It's enough for just him, cozy if a little cramped. It---very much reminds him of home. Of his case and his little shack. His little spot underneath the bench that he resolutely puts out of his mind.

Creatures hardly focus on the past and their loss. They move on because needs must and survival is of utmost importance. Currently, that is what he must focus on, and so he brings his thoughts back around to the present. At her teasing, he casts his eyes over to hers, and offers a small smile. "No, I suppose not."

He looks away at her offer, but it isn't because he dislikes it. It's because he enjoys the thought very much. He'd like the opportunity to spend more time with her. "I think that could be arranged fairly easily, yes."

There's something heartwarming in earning a smile from Newt, though she tries to deny it. She hadn't forgotten the smile she mustered out of him on the docks, but if you asked her sister she hadn't forgotten any of those details. Tina kept her memories close to her heart, even if her those memories were more painful than they'd be at home. At least at home she had magic and was surrounded by things she knew, here it was different. The familiarity of Queenie helped and so, it seemed, even the smallest of smiles from the man.

She forgets to look bemused at his supposing and goes as far as to relax the hands she had formerly placed against her hips. There's no need to add more to it and she lets it drop in favor of feeling even more sheepish than she had a few minutes prior when she declared she would stay with him only switching to saying she would visit him all the same. If Queenie could see her right now her sister would be in a giggling fit and Tina would certainly refuse to speak to her the rest of the evening.

"I would like that," She finally answered, there's a stinging familiarity here, too, "very much." It's a continuous reminder, but if there was one thing Tina had known it was that regardless of all else it had been nice meeting Newt, getting to know him. To come to understand his creatures and learn about the man. He'd left quickly after that, for obvious reasons, and as much as she had kicked herself for it later she'd been tearful saying goodbye to him. To get the chance to know him--- It's a selfish desire that she's glad for in this place.

Which is scary in itself.

She paused for a moment, uncertain of what else to say. There's something settling that is disconcerting and warming all in itself; Wanting to see Newt. It was a strange thing to suggest. She's glad he looked away, because it keeps her from looking away and instead she cocked her head before speaking again.

"I should be getting back," She offered, worrying on her lower lip for a moment, "but I would certainly like to come see you out here again soon. I'm sure you have no interest in going into the village right now." The last part is said warmly at least, with very little judgement. Like herself she knows he's a creature of habit and it's probably more familiar and comforting for him out here than with people. She wouldn't fault him for that.

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i misspelled my own dog's name! D:

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oh nooo!

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