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III. a series of unfortunate events
WHO: Tina Goldstein
WHERE: Around the Village, outskirts of the forest, outside of house 17
WHEN: May 20-23
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: N/A, mild language
STATUS: Open
I. MAY 20
She's never had a pet before and she never thought to start now. It had been a week ago that the box with her name had arrived. The woman couldn't help but think that it was some poor joke, giving her a cat of all things. If she had found Newt that first day she would have shoved the poor creature off on him. Not for any other reason than it would obviously do better with him. Tina had gone as far as to refuse to name it the first few days, as if that would be proof she didn't own it.
Leave it to her to absently call it by a name a few days ago and accept her fate. She wasn't even sure she was a cat person.
Especially not right now-- Not when the blasted cat had waited at the door of the house she shared with Queenie waiting for its escape all afternoon. The kitten had an adventurous and curious streak that far beat out her own, Tina thought mildly-- And she was supposed to be a Thunderbird. Favors the adventurer, hah! Chasing down a kitten who'd made a break for it was not the adventure of a life she wanted.
"Molly," Tina hissed out as she ducked to look under wooden steps to someone's house. Not there. The increasingly familiar yowl made her straighten immediately and turn towards the sound. The kitten was now across the street and sat primly on that porch.
"Oh," the woman huffed a laugh, "you think this is a game."
Her answer is another yowl which she took as most assuredly a yes. "You're lucky I don't just give you away," She chastised, though there's no heat to her voice. Somehow, just somehow chasing after the blasted cat is the most relaxed she'd been in days. She moved towards the kitten trying to remember what little Newt had taught her about creatures those times ago-- but this kitten certainly wasn't wary of her, did that even apply?
She gets just in just enough distance to reach the kitten before it darted off again and her features twisted into a grimace. Tina wheeled around in time to see the kitten skirt pass a stranger and pressed her lips together. Defeated, for the moment.
"Sorry," she breathed out an almost self-deprecating laugh escaping her lips at her inability to catch one kitten.
II. May 21
After the arrival of the last box Tina almost expects another animal to join Molly. However, this box was far smaller and did not rattle. She has not had much experience in receiving gifts within the village, the cat being the first, and so when she opened the box her heart dropped. The contents was a simple oval locket. For a moment she is able to force herself to believe that it wasn't the same one, it couldn't be, could it?
Tina has to force herself to pick the locket up from its casing, the heaviness as familiar as the tarnishing of the gold with time. Her hand curled around it, thumb tracing over the side until it met the clasp. Her eyes are already too watery when with a rough swallow she hooked her thumb underneath and flicked it open. She sucked in a breath at the inside contents.
If she had any doubts of it being her locket before they disappeared then.
She's grateful, for the first time, that they now lack magic. For she was sure that Queenie would have felt her immediate emotional reaction as she sank into her bed. Her hand tightened around the locket, forcing it closed as she pressed it close to her chest. So much of her life, their home, had included the memory of their parents. Tina'd chosen to wear their old pieces of clothing than find any need to spend money on her own. Their parents had died so long ago, but in some small piece they had still been there.
Tina hadn't realized that so much of the loss she carried was not from magic or job, but the simplicity of going home to things that had always been more than just the girls. The loss settled onto her with the locket's presence and, once more, there's a blessing to this place: She does not share a room with Queenie, there is no chance of her just walking into Tina's bedroom. And so for a time the shield she carried these many weeks fell and Tina cried.
When she pulled herself together sometime later, Tina had come to a firm decision. She dressed quickly and put the necklace around her neck without any other further ado. Tina made certain she looked fit to slip from her room and to the outside world. Today, unlike most days, she does not head for the Inn but headed into the forest. After her first few days she hadn't dared yet go back in, for no other reason than she wanted to be equipped to do so. But she'd had to have learned something, she has a survival kit and the closest thing to a weapon she could obtain.
If the locket's presence was to upset her, it had done that. If it was meant to serve as a catalyst to action, it had certainly managed that as well.
Tina has half the mind to go looking for the man she knew to reside in the forest if only for his assistance. But as she hadn't gone to where he was staying-- if he was still saying there-- she had just as much luck finding him as she did her answers. So instead the woman pressed on and made her way through the forest. For a woman used to the terrain of New York back alleys and underground she fared fairly well.
Perhaps it was that reason that things decided to go wrong.
She was far from a scout used to nature, but she was trained for harsh situations and investigating. It hadn't taken much to notice the grooves on a cliff side where one might clasp onto to climb up it. Tina thought she remembered something about this from the maps and it was some deliberation that she decided to try to climb them for as terrible an idea as it sounded (but she felt that trying anything was terrible without magic, so maybe that was part of why she had to). She doesn't do nearly so well here. Her limbs are thankfully longer and able to reach grooves she might not be able and she's careful enough--
Later she would not be able to tell you if it was the appearance of the large snake-- was it even a snake?-- from one of the many crevices or her hand slipping that ends in the fall. What she would be able to say is she by no means wants a repeat of it. She was grateful she hadn't been much higher though and that she hadn't done something more dastardly such as hitting her head. A string of curses left her lips as she refused for some time to move more than just to sit up straight.
At least she was used to injuries on the field enough to assess somethings: A bruised rib and a sprained ankle she thought acidly. Of course. The survival kit next to her would have something of a flare, she supposed, but Tina was too stubborn for that. A test showed her the amount of weight she could put on that ankle-- virtually none-- and she pressed her lips together before she shifted (crawled) for a suitable stick and tried to get back up. Between that and the trees she could possibly make it back just fine on her own.
Of course, this way was much more labored. She had to stop more than she cared to and plenty of those stops were from tripping and falling. What had taken her a relatively shorter time to get too took nearly triple to get back though the sun is only just fading over the horizon when she finally, gloriously tumbled out of the forest proper.
Tina doesn't even try to make it any further since whatever adrenaline she had gathered to get back faded way the minute she collapsed just outside of the forest. A puff of breath escaped her lips that's almost a scoff of a laugh. Deliverance Dane, that didn't really accomplish anything at all.
III. May 23
It's two days later the woman can be found on the porch of house seventeen looking more frustrated at herself than ever. Tina may have properly restricted herself to the house and not doing much as she wasn't fool enough to think she probably made any injury worse by coming out on her own. Though, of course later, she realized she wasn't even quite sure how to use those matches in the survival kit so maybe the flare wouldn't have worked after all. The sense she had, the knowledge of how to use them-- not so much, another thing she'd have to learn.
She still can't help but hate being cooped up inside and that is the primary reason she is glaring at the sky instead of the roof. Things had been odd here and they weren't getting less strange. First the sun, then the hail, and she's pretty sure it's much too hot. She sighed and turned where there was a thunk at one of the windows-- Brow arching as she glanced back to see Molly trying to paw her way out of it.
Snorting, Tina shook her head and turned back to open the well-worn survival manual she had picked up. "The weather could at least make up it's mind," She mumbled just loud enough for any passerby's to pick up.
WHERE: Around the Village, outskirts of the forest, outside of house 17
WHEN: May 20-23
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: N/A, mild language
STATUS: Open
I. MAY 20
She's never had a pet before and she never thought to start now. It had been a week ago that the box with her name had arrived. The woman couldn't help but think that it was some poor joke, giving her a cat of all things. If she had found Newt that first day she would have shoved the poor creature off on him. Not for any other reason than it would obviously do better with him. Tina had gone as far as to refuse to name it the first few days, as if that would be proof she didn't own it.
Leave it to her to absently call it by a name a few days ago and accept her fate. She wasn't even sure she was a cat person.
Especially not right now-- Not when the blasted cat had waited at the door of the house she shared with Queenie waiting for its escape all afternoon. The kitten had an adventurous and curious streak that far beat out her own, Tina thought mildly-- And she was supposed to be a Thunderbird. Favors the adventurer, hah! Chasing down a kitten who'd made a break for it was not the adventure of a life she wanted.
"Molly," Tina hissed out as she ducked to look under wooden steps to someone's house. Not there. The increasingly familiar yowl made her straighten immediately and turn towards the sound. The kitten was now across the street and sat primly on that porch.
"Oh," the woman huffed a laugh, "you think this is a game."
Her answer is another yowl which she took as most assuredly a yes. "You're lucky I don't just give you away," She chastised, though there's no heat to her voice. Somehow, just somehow chasing after the blasted cat is the most relaxed she'd been in days. She moved towards the kitten trying to remember what little Newt had taught her about creatures those times ago-- but this kitten certainly wasn't wary of her, did that even apply?
She gets just in just enough distance to reach the kitten before it darted off again and her features twisted into a grimace. Tina wheeled around in time to see the kitten skirt pass a stranger and pressed her lips together. Defeated, for the moment.
"Sorry," she breathed out an almost self-deprecating laugh escaping her lips at her inability to catch one kitten.
II. May 21
After the arrival of the last box Tina almost expects another animal to join Molly. However, this box was far smaller and did not rattle. She has not had much experience in receiving gifts within the village, the cat being the first, and so when she opened the box her heart dropped. The contents was a simple oval locket. For a moment she is able to force herself to believe that it wasn't the same one, it couldn't be, could it?
Tina has to force herself to pick the locket up from its casing, the heaviness as familiar as the tarnishing of the gold with time. Her hand curled around it, thumb tracing over the side until it met the clasp. Her eyes are already too watery when with a rough swallow she hooked her thumb underneath and flicked it open. She sucked in a breath at the inside contents.
If she had any doubts of it being her locket before they disappeared then.
She's grateful, for the first time, that they now lack magic. For she was sure that Queenie would have felt her immediate emotional reaction as she sank into her bed. Her hand tightened around the locket, forcing it closed as she pressed it close to her chest. So much of her life, their home, had included the memory of their parents. Tina'd chosen to wear their old pieces of clothing than find any need to spend money on her own. Their parents had died so long ago, but in some small piece they had still been there.
Tina hadn't realized that so much of the loss she carried was not from magic or job, but the simplicity of going home to things that had always been more than just the girls. The loss settled onto her with the locket's presence and, once more, there's a blessing to this place: She does not share a room with Queenie, there is no chance of her just walking into Tina's bedroom. And so for a time the shield she carried these many weeks fell and Tina cried.
When she pulled herself together sometime later, Tina had come to a firm decision. She dressed quickly and put the necklace around her neck without any other further ado. Tina made certain she looked fit to slip from her room and to the outside world. Today, unlike most days, she does not head for the Inn but headed into the forest. After her first few days she hadn't dared yet go back in, for no other reason than she wanted to be equipped to do so. But she'd had to have learned something, she has a survival kit and the closest thing to a weapon she could obtain.
If the locket's presence was to upset her, it had done that. If it was meant to serve as a catalyst to action, it had certainly managed that as well.
Tina has half the mind to go looking for the man she knew to reside in the forest if only for his assistance. But as she hadn't gone to where he was staying-- if he was still saying there-- she had just as much luck finding him as she did her answers. So instead the woman pressed on and made her way through the forest. For a woman used to the terrain of New York back alleys and underground she fared fairly well.
Perhaps it was that reason that things decided to go wrong.
She was far from a scout used to nature, but she was trained for harsh situations and investigating. It hadn't taken much to notice the grooves on a cliff side where one might clasp onto to climb up it. Tina thought she remembered something about this from the maps and it was some deliberation that she decided to try to climb them for as terrible an idea as it sounded (but she felt that trying anything was terrible without magic, so maybe that was part of why she had to). She doesn't do nearly so well here. Her limbs are thankfully longer and able to reach grooves she might not be able and she's careful enough--
Later she would not be able to tell you if it was the appearance of the large snake-- was it even a snake?-- from one of the many crevices or her hand slipping that ends in the fall. What she would be able to say is she by no means wants a repeat of it. She was grateful she hadn't been much higher though and that she hadn't done something more dastardly such as hitting her head. A string of curses left her lips as she refused for some time to move more than just to sit up straight.
At least she was used to injuries on the field enough to assess somethings: A bruised rib and a sprained ankle she thought acidly. Of course. The survival kit next to her would have something of a flare, she supposed, but Tina was too stubborn for that. A test showed her the amount of weight she could put on that ankle-- virtually none-- and she pressed her lips together before she shifted (crawled) for a suitable stick and tried to get back up. Between that and the trees she could possibly make it back just fine on her own.
Of course, this way was much more labored. She had to stop more than she cared to and plenty of those stops were from tripping and falling. What had taken her a relatively shorter time to get too took nearly triple to get back though the sun is only just fading over the horizon when she finally, gloriously tumbled out of the forest proper.
Tina doesn't even try to make it any further since whatever adrenaline she had gathered to get back faded way the minute she collapsed just outside of the forest. A puff of breath escaped her lips that's almost a scoff of a laugh. Deliverance Dane, that didn't really accomplish anything at all.
III. May 23
It's two days later the woman can be found on the porch of house seventeen looking more frustrated at herself than ever. Tina may have properly restricted herself to the house and not doing much as she wasn't fool enough to think she probably made any injury worse by coming out on her own. Though, of course later, she realized she wasn't even quite sure how to use those matches in the survival kit so maybe the flare wouldn't have worked after all. The sense she had, the knowledge of how to use them-- not so much, another thing she'd have to learn.
She still can't help but hate being cooped up inside and that is the primary reason she is glaring at the sky instead of the roof. Things had been odd here and they weren't getting less strange. First the sun, then the hail, and she's pretty sure it's much too hot. She sighed and turned where there was a thunk at one of the windows-- Brow arching as she glanced back to see Molly trying to paw her way out of it.
Snorting, Tina shook her head and turned back to open the well-worn survival manual she had picked up. "The weather could at least make up it's mind," She mumbled just loud enough for any passerby's to pick up.
II
So the girl who grew up in the bush stays firmly in the village, eyeing the forest warily and only going near it when she has to. Like now, where one of her chickens had gotten loose. Folly, to be precise, which is a pain because she's one of Kate's good layers. They need all the food sources they can get. Fortunately for Kate's peace of mind, she catches the pretty bird before she reaches the forest.
Unfortunately, that's when she can hear something. Heavy footsteps, heavy breathing. Ragged breathing. And then a crashing of undergrowth, and out falls a dark-haired woman.
Kate doesn't jump, doesn't startle, but she had backed up and now she blinks.
"Are you all right, miss?"
I. MAY 20: CAT & PIG FRIENDS!
It was a good day, no hail, just sun, though Moana knew that a lot of people in town were hating the heat. It felt like home to her and she was going to enjoy every last minute of it.
The cat came as a surprise. Moana wouldn't have thought anything of it except that Itiiti, the little piglet, set off like a rocket after it. "Itiiti No!" Moana placed her basket of fish roughly on the ground before running after the little piglet who seemed intent on terrorizing the cat. This could only end poorly for Itiiti who did not have claws.
Moana's head turned towards Tina, her expression frantic. "No. You're fine. I'm sorry!" She shouted as she ran after the pig. "Itiiti usually isn't like this."
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Instead she huffed out a breath, wincing at the pressure it applied to the bruises in her side before she scrunches up her nose. "Yeah," She answered more gruffly than she intended before amending, "will be, anyway." The sorry for disturbing her is in her voice but she just shook her head and moved to gather up some of her items that had spilled everywhere.
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The image is laughable but Molly is quick even for her small size, though she doesn't quite have the knack for climbing things yet young as she is. Her attempt to jump onto a railing falls flat with too tiny arms and a pig at her heels. Not good. Tina shook her head in response to Moana's proclamation and follows after her and the two troublesome animals.
"Molly's not usually out," She offered with a grimace, voice rising as she said it as she moved to try to pick up the kitten-- Of course, Molly frazzled tried to dart away but pinned in a corner by a pig doesn't give her much ways to go so the woman is able to scoop her up. "I'd never think a pig would be bold enough to go for a cat, though."
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She turned towards Tina with a sheepish smile. "I'm so sorry. I think it's because Itiiti hasn't ever seen a cat before. He's usually smarter than that..." The piglet started to wiggle in Moana's arms but she'd managed to keep him still. It was taking up a lot more energy and strength then she thought it might, Itiiti was getting big.
"Is Molly new?" She asked after a moment. She didn't remember Tina having a cat before now though she could have been wrong.
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"She's still just a kitten, so he's quite a bit bigger than her. Maybe one day she'll want to play," Tina offered in mild amusement. Said kitten was squirming already and Tina shifted to keep a better grip on her. For now she wasn't of the mind to allow what she could expect to be a few month old kitten run free.
Returning her attention to Moana the woman nodded her confirmation. "She appeared a few days ago," She remarked, "for some reason I'm in need of a cat." There is something of a teasing tone to her voice, but she's yet to figure out why it was thought she needed an animal companion.
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Moana laughed softly. "Itiiti appeared the same way. Maybe when they're both older they can play. He's usually more well behaved than this." She looked down at Itiiti who was starting to settle down. It seems that his interest was lost without something fuzzy to chase.
"She's cute. Does Molly mean anything?" Moana wasn't exactly creative with names. Itiiti meant little and Pau, her pig from home, meant pig. Her naming scheme hadn't been very sophisticated.
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"Yes and no," She answered, "I mean it does mean something-- But I wasn't going for the meaning when I named her. I've never named an animal before--" She pauses flushing at her rambling before giving a sigh. Really, if Newt had just taken Molly off her hands and named her himself this wouldn't be such a problem. "One meaning for Molly is in Hebrew. It means rebellion. Perfectly fitting for this one's already escaping habits."
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"I think that's a perfect name and now is as good as time as any to start naming." It felt like such a natural thing to say though it might have seemed awkward had it come from anyone else. "Itiiti means little in my peoples language. Well, it's the language of our elders. Pau was my pet pig at home and that name means pig." It was Moana's turn to flush. "I was very young when I named Pau."
Though she'd been an appropriate age when she named Itiiti. "Itiiti's full name is Itiiti Pau and that was because I missed Pau so much."
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A beat passes.
"There's a tradition at home, to name children after people you lose. Choosing to name him after your other pig isn't that strange if you ask me," She added all too kindly. She wouldn't name her pets after them, but she'd always thought if she had children that taking from their names may be what she'd like to do.
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She looked up at Tina before following the older woman inside.
"Is there? That sounds like a good tradition." She liked that tradition, it reminded her a bit of her home. Where people's stories were passed down as legends through the generations of her people.
They were Moana's favorite stories. "I'm named after the ocean. What does Tina mean?"
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Of course, then she stops short at what does Tina mean and practically huffs. "Tina is a nickname," She answered after a moment, disgruntled tone taking over her voice, "short for Porpentina. Which supposedly means porcupine. I don't usually go by it."
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She followed Tina into the kitchen before clamping her palm over her mouth. Porcupine? Moana knew that she shouldn't laugh but it was such a funny thing to be named after. She never thought of Tina as particularly prickly or porcupine-y. "I like Tina." She said after she managed to stifle her giggles. "And you're much prettier than a porcupine."
Compliments came easily to Moana.
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"It's good to like your name."
A name was like a title, it defined a person, though what that definition was depended on each individual person.