Dr. Newton Geiszler (
sciencesaggressively) wrote2013-10-25 01:53 pm
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*bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do~ plays distantly in the background*
It had started out innocently enough, just a casual conversation with Kate on the topic of the envelope mystery. It's when she'd brought up the idea of getting ahold of the security footage that they'd both stared at each other, clearly coming to the silent agreement that they need to get ahold of the security footage. It doesn't take long for both of them to get changed--all black, of course, because that's what the movies always say is best--and rendezvous at the train station at 1800 hours during a convenient switching of the shifts at the information booth.
Newt tries to look cool, leaning against the wall nearest the empty booth as a few people pass him by--and he finds it kind of weird that they seem to be noticing him more than usual, or maybe he's just being paranoid. The door to the security room is just around the corner and the station is emptying out, so it's pretty much now or never. Well, never until the next shift change, whatever. He peers around the corner, failing to notice Kate coming up behind him, so when she taps him on the shoulder he can't stop the yelp that escapes from his throat, and he really wishes he'd bought that ski mask he'd seen at the store because his cheeks are awfully red right now.
"I thought you were the fuzz," he says even as his eyes crinkle from a wide smile and he leans over for a kiss. "I think we're in good shape to do this, you ready?"
Newt tries to look cool, leaning against the wall nearest the empty booth as a few people pass him by--and he finds it kind of weird that they seem to be noticing him more than usual, or maybe he's just being paranoid. The door to the security room is just around the corner and the station is emptying out, so it's pretty much now or never. Well, never until the next shift change, whatever. He peers around the corner, failing to notice Kate coming up behind him, so when she taps him on the shoulder he can't stop the yelp that escapes from his throat, and he really wishes he'd bought that ski mask he'd seen at the store because his cheeks are awfully red right now.
"I thought you were the fuzz," he says even as his eyes crinkle from a wide smile and he leans over for a kiss. "I think we're in good shape to do this, you ready?"
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"If you find another, I might not recover. Say nice things at my funeral because I'm putting you and Chuck in charge of the eulogy." The thought of Chuck delivering something like that actually makes Newt laugh because they really haven't been friends for very long, and Newt's pretty sure he'd just kind of stand there in silence for a long time until mumbling something Australian and walking away. He frowns at the awful painting she's holding up now. "What the hell is with these little girl paintings, I am so disturbed."
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"Hey, there's a VCR," she says, suddenly remembering why they're here. It looks like it might actually be in pretty good shape, too, far less than a million years old, which was pretty much what she's been expecting to find. "Which is apparently a better find than another Godzilla poster, because I'd hate to have to deliver a eulogy, I'm shit at stuff like that." She can talk a lot, but she really doesn't love the idea of having to stand up in front of a bunch of grieving people and say nice things without crying. That's just not something she imagines she'll ever be any good at.
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He's propping the Godzilla and Psycho posters up side-by-side, beaming like a proud father at each one, when she points out a VCR and oh, right, they'd come here for a VCR because tape with maybe nothing, maybe death on it. "I'm sure you'd do a fine job, it could just be like, y'know... Oh, Newt, yeah, he was an okay guy and then you could just leave. I'm easy." He squints at the VCR, and he's pretty sure the last time he'd seen one was when he was just starting high school, like 1999 or something like that. But he'd taken it apart to make other things. "Well, at least if we don't die after watching this tape, I can get some other use out of the parts inside."
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"Ugh, you can totally have this, it's disgusting," she says, taking it over to the counter where they have to pay, mostly because she doesn't want to have touch it any longer. "So you've pretty much made out like a freaking bandit here today, huh? Movie posters, bongos, the gross VCR and we totally got away with getting one tape, plus we got to make out a little in the locked room. Good day, overall. As long as, you know, there's not something super fucking creepy on that tape that we seriously come to regret having seen for the rest of our lives."
She pauses, then smiles. "Not to sound super negative or anything. I'm sure it'll be fine." She's not sure of that at all.
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"You're so good to me." He rubs at his nose as he follows her, doing his best to drag all his new goods along with him. "But yeah, this stuff is going to make that apartment feel way more like home. A home that I might not stick around in for very long if that tape is as messed up as we're making it out to be, really hope you're prepared to have me camp out in yours if that happens, I'm just saying."
He piles all his stuff on the counter and tops it off with the VCR, pulling out his wallet as he waits for the shopkeeper to ring them up. He turns to face her, grinning as he leans against the glass. "But I'm not too worried 'cause like you said, we got to make out in a locked room today, so it's not like I'll die sad."
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The more she says it like that, the less likely it seems, so she feels like she should keep talking about it and maybe they'll end up okay. It's like something Shoshana would say about giving something more power by ignoring it. She's totally not interested in doing anything Shoshana thinks is a good idea, but it actually seems like sort of a decent idea.
On the other hand, she's definitely not opposed to the idea of him being stuck at her place for awhile. She totally meant what she said, they can make out all they want there, too.
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The shopkeeper hands him a receipt and offers a couple bags that are pretty useless considering the only thing that would probably fit would be the VCR. Newt's thankful for that much, though, because he's not super inclined to walk back to the apartments if he has to sneeze every two seconds. Though he's less concerned about that right now than he is about this promise of making out because yeah, that sounds good, really good. So good that he thinks the tape can maybe even wait for just a tiny bit longer.
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"I haven't even met him yet, it seems like it'd be pretty rude of me to have a hand in making him cry," she continues, pushing the door open with her hip and holding it for Newt to follow her back out onto the sidewalk. "So I'm going to take that to mean we just shouldn't die. Not that we shouldn't make out." That's sort of how she'd rather this day went, anyway, with very little in the way of their deaths.
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He is excited to find just the right spot on the walls for the posters--even think he might stick the Pyscho one in the bathroom so that anyone who comes over can see it when they look into the mirror. He's silently cackling at the very thought when he realizes how nutty it is that he's already planning on having people come over at all--other than Kate, of course, Kate is invited always--because isn't the reason he'd gone to help Kate get that tape in her bag partly because he wanted to help her solve the mystery of whoever's behind all the shit in this city... so he can leave? It doesn't really seem like much of a priority right now and maybe that's just because he's with her, having a great time and there's really nowhere else he'd rather be. But he figures he can worry more about that later, likely in the late, late hours of the night.
"Aw, you'd like him, he's fussy but he tolerates me in ways most people can't, so I have no choice but to believe he's a good guy," he says. It's true, though, he feels so lucky to have Chuck around, someone who understands what it's like to come from a world ruined by kaiju. It makes it a lot easier to know that there's at least one person in this city he can talk in-depth about it with, if either of them ever wants to. "I prefer your plan, though, with the no to the dying and the yes to the making out. You have the best ideas."
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Her family was always the only thing that would have kept her there, she thinks. But her mother had been getting better and Kate's been away for so long now that she doesn't think they really need her anymore.
She doesn't want to leave. Trying to figure out the envelopes, getting the tape, it's all just a game to her, but she suspects it's not just a game to Newt and she finds herself hoping there's nothing on the tape. She doesn't want him to leave.
Twisting the key on the lock, she holds the door open for him to go in, then asks, "What if there's something on the tape?"
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By the time they get to her place, his mind is already back on the tape. What if, that is the key question, isn't it? He doesn't think the answer to getting out of the city is going to be there, not even close--though he's not sure he wants it to be because as much as he hadn't believed it possible, Darrow is actually starting to grow on him. "If there's something on the tape, we'll be mystery-solving rock stars," he eventually answers, unceremoniously dropping his stuff down on the floor before gesturing at the bag holding the VCR. "Only one way to find out."
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"Hi," she says to the dog, crouching to rub her ears, though Jeff seems way more interested in Newt than she does Kate at the moment. She wags her tail, sniffs around at the bags on the floor, then moves over to his feet, following him wherever he goes.
"You're new, she likes you better," Kate says as she sits down to pull off her boots, leaving them on the floor without a second thought. Her place isn't messy, exactly, but she hasn't bothered to pick up after herself lately and she's suddenly very aware of the fact that half her closet is draped over the chair in the living room. "You do that, I'm going to..." She gestures at the mess, then grabs a pile of clothes to get it out of the way.
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"Don't clean it all up, what I find a tube top I want to borrow?" he calls out to her teasingly, picking up Kate's bag to get the tape. "Totally going into your purse for the thing, by the way, just sayin. I'm about to be ready when you are." Once he's got it, he pushes it into the VCR and presses pause so he can wait for Kate to come back to the room. He takes a deep breath, knowing fully well that a creepster dark-haired girl isn't about to crawl out of the TV and find them but the thought of finding something that's actually useful on the tale suddenly seems terrifying. "Place bets now on what's going to be on here or forever rest in peace."
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There's always the couch, though, and she wrinkles her nose, wishing there was something she could do to make that less tempting.
"Okay, so, here's hoping we don't die?" she asks when she joins him in the living room again. And maybe she's sort of hoping they don't find anything useful on the tape either, a thought she doesn't express as she joins Newt, then slips her hand into his.
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He squeezes her hand as he hits the play button, taking a deep breath. He's tapping his foot against the ground, and he tries to stop it, it's a nervous thing, but it's awfully hard with all this suspense. The video flickers, and it's just footage of Kate looking bored at her post at the information booth for a few seconds until it cuts to snow and static. Which, okay, that's awfully anticlimactic. He looks over at her, trying not to look too disappointed. "Um. At least we're still alive?"
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"Well shit," she says, stepping away from the TV again to look at Newt. "That was a whole lot of buildup for a whole lot of nothing." And she's weirdly disappointed. She doesn't want to find a way to leave Darrow, but they've kind of gone through a lot just to get the tape and then they had to buy a VCR and yeah, so they kind of got some great stuff for Newt's apartment out of the trip, but she still feels cheated. "I demand a refund."
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He's convinced that however the envelopes get to the station must have been shown on that tape, he doesn't care if it sounds like he's reaching. But the only proof they could have hoped for is a bust, so he groans, falling back on the couch. "This town is fucking weird."
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"Yeah, this place is really fucking weird," she agrees. "And what's weirder is that I'm not sure if I'm actually disappointed that there's nothing on the tape." They've been working together on this and she knows he's doing his own thing, too, but she realizes that she doesn't actually want to go anywhere and she doesn't want Newt to go anywhere either, which is probably super selfish of her and probably not the sort of thing she's supposed to say this early on in a... dating thing. So she's not entirely disappointed that they haven't found some clue toward figuring out how to leave Darrow, but at the same time, she still wishes they would have found something. It's confusing and it's complicated and she frowns deeply.
"This is a pain in the ass," she says, leaning back on the couch and looking over at Newt.