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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.
THE WOODS// A FEW DAYS LATER
He at least doesn't mind the color of his scrubs, only if it does still indicate that which he wishes, if people are paying attention at all.
He pays enough attention out here, to be aware of what animals are treading through, and to keep his own imprint on the area to a minimum. His bag stays with him at all times, and he has his peacoat wrapped around him, hands shoved into his pockets as he moves along.
Newt stops, however, when he hears another person almost trampling through the underbrush, curious as he moves closer to investigate, and then hears her voice.
"Tina?" Newt calls it out, voice still oddly quiet though it is raised to be heard.
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Tina's not in tune enough with the woods to dictate human movement from creature-- a matter that makes her fidgety in her trek especially when she hears something. She doesn't expect the annoyed muttering to earn her answer, least of all from a familiar voice. Even knowing the man was here isn't enough to stop a faint surprise at hearing him when she hadn't expected to for some months (or, if perhaps he decided against coming back, ever). Newt's voice is one she can't forget and from the day she met him was always soft enough her ears took a minute to catch it.
It was unmistakably the man's voice.
Swallowing, she turned back towards where the man's voice had come from. "Newt?" She answered, stressing the last syllable as she glanced towards the forest floor to make sure she wouldn't trip over anything before backtracking a few steps.
"Shoulda known you'd be hiding way out here, huh?" Her comment is far from judging. She speaks with a light teasing, a softness to her voice. She really hadn't thought she'd see him again so soon.
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"Yes, it's me," he offers, looking back and forth at the forest floor, before casting a quick glance up at her.
"I suppose. I don't much care for the village. I only drop in if I've gathered too much food for just myself." He's not very good at things like this. Social situations. He finds it odd and cumbersome. Cues don't come as easily to him as they do to others. Still, he stays, and that means something.
"You look well."
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She's patient-- In some ways she's learned to be patient about Newt. Her fingers loosely clasp before her, fidgeting with the same sense of apprehension. It's not as if she's much better than him, but she's better at faking it. She has to be. Still she can't help the slight tilt of her head at his admission and the furrowing of her brows.
"Newt, there's no shelter out here," Tina remarks simply. While she was well aware of the fact he spent much of his life in the wilderness, she can't help but think that was in his case. Or with proper equipment and magical assistance, he didn't really seem to have that here. A hand found itself propped on her hip, brow arching up her forehead questioningly waiting for an answer. She can get that he doesn't feel comfortable around people, but it doesn't stop the sudden worry.
She deflates some, though, at his last comment. Taken aback a moment as she glances away from him-- Down to the new clothing skeptically and blushes faintly. Glancing back upwards, she bites back an amused smile, free hand drifting to tuck a strand of her hair back. "Thanks," She answered, more softly than before. Her eyes remaining trained on him in hopes he'd look up properly, but all too aware that even this much is a strain on him-- One day she finds she hopes he can be more comfortable around her.
"So do you," Tina continues amicably, letting out a breath, "but I think you'd be better with shelter. You know Queenie has an extra room. You could sleep there." She decides to plow on, but in some ways her tone doesn't say she'll take no for an answer. As much as he understands his reluctance to people, after everything they were friends-- She wasn't going to let him stay out alone. Which gives her another idea--
She gives another small sound and the hand that had brushed her hair away joins the other in propping against her hips. "Or I could join you out here."
Tina, no.
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"I have shelter here," says Newt. "Well, not here, but I do have it. It's enough to offer what I need and little more." He's quite a simple creature, really. He needs very little to appease him. But then she mentions coming out there with him, and his gaze drops while he clears his throat softly.
"I--I would---If you did I'd have to---well, it isn't big enough for two."
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Tina stops when he continued and forgot all present worries and teasing that bordered on nagging in favor of looking at him in surprise. Newt's not looking at her now, but that's not abnormal. She knows a lot of honest mentions end in him adverting his eyes from her. Her throat dried while her heart hammered in her chest as it's hardly as if she expected him to say yes. And that? That most certainly wasn't a no.
"Well," she started with a huff of her own, forcing her voice to do anything but stutter. Tina can hardly help the smile that pulled at the corners of her lips, cheeks tinging a sheepish pink. "I'd hardly want to put you out" She managed with undeniable fondness, "I'm just sayin' you don't have to stick to out here, y'know? You'd be more than welcome with us any day." It's as close as she's getting to what she wants to say. Even if it would be interesting to stay out here with him she couldn't possibly leave Queenie to live alone. Besides, it was likely he'd tire of her company a day or so in.
Despite that the fond smile on her lips failed to disappear as she looked at him.
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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."
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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?"
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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."
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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.