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001 | arrival
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.
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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The bookbag had fallen when Queenie pulled away, so Tina made busywork of picking it up and zipping it up once more (it felt pretty useless at the moment without a wand). She's straightening just as quickly, however, and shooting her sister a wary look. There's far too many questions etched in her face: A house? How long had she been here to have a house? Why did she have a house? More questions followed in a whirlwind and the older woman can't help but feel entirely misplaced.
Which, of course she was.
She's aware she should be worried about the cold or getting sick, but her mind remains buzzing with unexpected information. Sliding over it quickly in wondering of her sister and instinct that's too familiar kicks in. Tina shakes her head, zips the bag back up, and throws it over her shoulder in a manner that is all too irritable. Once it's settled on her back, she takes a chattering breath before reaching out to grip her sister's hand. It's a familiar gesture. Tina wasn't the most physical a person, but Queenie was different. Especially in times when things seem to be balled up, terrifying, or lonely: Sometimes the physical reminder her sister was there grounded her. While she would claim she was often being there for Queenie, it was undeniable that sometimes she needed the same thing.
"I already don't like it," Tina finally remarked, the corners of her lips still turned downwards in an ever present frown. Her hand held Queenie's for as long as she'd let her and for a moment Tina feels the situation is reversed. Queenie is the one who was here, knew, and had the answers (or some semblance of them). It was all the more unsettling. She finds she's glad that Queenie doesn't use the word home for that house or her heart might have sunken even lower.
"Alright, no standing around here," She continued solidly, trying to imbue the familiar sense of authority to her voice but not quite making it, "lead the way? And you could try answering on the way. I'm not gonna break any." In many ways she was trained for unpredictable situations, but even MACUSA didn't train for this kind of thing.
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"Thing is, I don't really know," Queenie confesses, finger's firming against Tina's arm as she drops her voice to a whisper. "Teen, I think it might even be a prison. It's not bad to live here, but nobody can leave, not at all."
These things, they've all got to be wondering about them in the moments when they don't have something to fill their time. Queenie's been no different, particularly on the nights when she just can't seem to get to sleep, all alone in the house and resisting the urge to run next door or down to the inn just to see a familiar face. But the thing is, Queenie's never been the person to muddle through the big problems; Queenie just makes the coffee for the people who do. She's got a place in the grand scheme, and she knows right where it is.
But Tina being here, it's like a kinda permission, an okay to acknowledge things that've been swirling around at the back of her mind. Things that frighten her all the way down to her toes.
"It's just right up here," she says, and points through the milky swirl to the smeary angles of roof lines forming themselves out of the fog.
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For a first she seems to concede as they walk and the angry swarm of bees her thoughts had become stops abruptly: A prison. Tina's feet betray her to a halt. Nobody can leave. It's not something she can imagine-- No, that was wrong. She was distinctly aware of a short week ago being logged in a prison cell before being sentenced to death. Her feet betray her, rooting themselves to a stop for a moment as the words settled on her shoulders. It's not long, only enough to make her stumble as Queenie moves forward and points out the house in the distance.
"Queenie," Tina starts in a breath, teeth tugging at her lip in a familiar bad habit. Tina's supposed to be the investigator but she's barely five minutes in and her world has taken an unfamiliar curve-ball. She can't guess what this means for Queenie, but at the moment she can't pinpoint. She can't even believe it because it seems wholly unreal-- Even though she woke up in a fountain, in unfamiliar clothing, without her wand and every sense is on fire with the thought of danger. And this was very dangerous to the woman.
"How do you know it's not so bad?" She questions voice already defiant. The sounds of an Auror who wouldn't sit back and let them remain stuck here if she could help it. "This is balled up." It's a simple statement and it hardly seems to fit their situation at all. It's more than balled up, Tina can't even find a word for it.
Swallowing roughly, "How long've you been here if you have a house?" This answer is one she's most afraid to hear as they come closer to the foreboding structure. Queenie's house. Not their home.
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That's a whole other level of magic, real restricted stuff, and Queenie can't fathom how someone could do something like that on this large a scale, for this many people. It's gotta be a group working together -- Not even Grindelwald is that powerful on his own.
...is he?
"Let's get inside," she adds in a quiet rush, and seizes hold of Tina's arm again to tug her up to and then through the front door. The home inside is cozy and warm, if a bit lacking in the creature comforts the sisters are used to.
"The bathroom's there," she says, pointing. "You oughta have some dry things in that bag. Everybody does. Come into the kitchen when you're done, I'll get you a cup of something hot."
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The woman shakes it off as she tosses her sister's a look, making a noncommittal sound of agreement. She was freezing now and it wasn't doing any good for her already too tightly wound mind. The woman settles on glancing around the room, the small frown trying to pull on her lips before turning her attention to her sister once more.
"Yeah, all right," Tina answered quickly, giving half a nod, "I'll be right back." Tina doesn't need another moment to retreat into the bathroom and quickly change out of the clothes to something clean and warm. Well aware that her sister wouldn't say anything more until she had, the older woman paused only momentarily after pulling on the last new layer. Brown eyes flickering across the room before allowing herself to take a breath. Somehow this was really happening and she has to wonder who and why. Because it's true she doesn't think even Grindelwald has that much power.
She finishes gathering herself before collecting bag and items before exiting the bathroom. Combing through her hair with her fingers she places them to the side a moment before speaking. "You've got this whole place to yourself?" It seems like so much to the woman who was used to their small one room.
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"I know you're going to be fit to tied over this place, and I know I got lots to tell you, but I'm just so glad you're here," she says as she passes Tina a cup and then settles into one of the chairs at the kitchen table with her own. "That probably means I'm a terrible, selfish person."
It's not like Tina's going to want to be here. Nobody wants to be here.
"Newt's here," she adds, the words pressed casually against the lip of her cup but her eyes watching her sister knowingly. A little sweetener to help the sourness of their new situation go down a bit more easily.
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Still as jarring as this place was this was Queenie and it's undeniable that it's somehow easier with her preference. Hands clasping tightly onto the cup, the older woman gives a soft scoff when her sister speaks her mind on it. "No, you're not," She answers curtly, moving back a seat to take her own before she would add in that she was too if that was the case. Because she couldn't think of living in a place without her sister.
The thought is short-lived as she sinks into her chair, cup hitting the table with haphazard attempt to not just drop it as she registered the rest of Queenie's words. "Is he?" The older woman remarks, feigning disinterest as she kept her eyes on the table. All too aware that her sister would usually feel the jolt of mingle surprise and something that could only be considered elation at the thought. Even if it's not something she ever quite allows herself to put her thumb on properly and recognize.
"I'm almost surprised you haven't kidnapped him," Tina continues lightly, moving to grab the cup again. Frowning at the table before her while she wrangled in those feelings that now intermingled with the rest. "You've seen him then," She adds in quickly, only half changing a questioning glance at her sister-- asking if the man was all right before worrying down on her lower lip.
"Don't suppose there's anyway to get a wand around here either, huh?"
For a place that was kidnapping people and stripping them of what clothing they had that seemed oddly too kind a thing to be possible. It wouldn't fit the picture being painted in her head.
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She halts, her eyes rounding as the liquid shivers in her cup. Well, now she's really stepped in it. She ought to have kept on talking about Newt.
"Teen," she slowly begins again, not knowing any way to buffer this and knowing too how frustrated Tina will get if she draws it out. "Mr. Graves is here. The real Mr. Graves," she's quick to add. "I checked right away, I made him let me. And..." She swallows, watching Tina carefully. "Credence, too."
That they live right next door is something that can wait.
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Percival Graves was one thing that she could except. There was a chance he'd been alive and the Auror taskforce had held onto that hope. Even if it came with its own complicated set of feelings, it wasn't impossible. Credence, however, awarded another set of issues. Her features turn from surprise to confusion and then settled on something that was a cross between alarm and sadness.
"That's impossible," Tina answers, voice quivering in spite of herself, fingers digging into her cup, "I was in the tunnel. I saw when the Aurors..." When they destroyed him. It wasn't possible-- At least it shouldn't have been, but Tina knew her sister wouldn't lie to her. In the same bizarre way this place had brought them here and apparently limited their magic they had found a way to bring Credence.
It was unsettling enough to turn her into silence, eyes hazily focusing on the table. Her shoulders remain set, but eyes bleary and she curses everything all the same.
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"Teen, I think—" she begins, and then hesitates, dropping her voice. "I think maybe we're all here because of him. Because of Grindelwald. I don't know why he'd send us to a place like this instead of... But it's the only thing that fits. There are all these people here, and I just— Maybe he has some kinda plan."
Or maybe he just dropped them all here because it was easier. Truth is, Queenie can't make heads or tails of this place, but there's a good reason why she's the one making the coffee while people like Tina and Graves do the more important things.
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Her eyes shot back up to her sister critically. Grindelwald. "Even he doesn't have this kind of power," Tina says, although there's some caution in her voice, "what would he get out of trapping people in a place like this? If he's gonna do that it's just easier to kill us all if it's about people not getting in his way. It just don't add up." She can't imagine the man known for killing no-majs and Aurors alike in Europe to ensure people had things like houses or hot cocoa if he wanted them out of the way.
"There's gotta be something else to it," She mumbles, glaring at the hot cocoa before her as if it would solve all the problems and curiosities surrounding them.
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Tina's right, nobody should have that kind of power, not even Grindelwald, but how could they know? He's more powerful than anybody thought; what if he knows stuff they don't?
"I don't know, I just know it's the only thing that makes any sort of sense to me. Which ain't a whole lot."
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Besides Grindelwald was still locked up somewhere wasn't he...?
She shook her head with a low frustrated sound, realizing she had gotten caught up on her own thoughts instead of ever answering her sister. The creases on her forehead ease up as even her grip on the mug in her hands relaxes. "It doesn't make any sense," She agrees grimly, "but that doesn't mean we can't figure out something."
Because Tina at her heart was, and would always be, an investigator. Just because she had been demoted, although now promoted again, or lost in a place keeping them trapped didn't mean she would give that up. Or stop. Not when there were apparently too many perplexing matters and she'd only been there a matter of minutes.
"We'll figure it. We'll have to."