8161/Visiting Nettie Again

Visiting Nettie Again
Date of Scene:	07 October 2021
Location:	Candle, Booke and Belle
Synopsis:	Mairin comes with apologies to Nettie. Nettie states that she's got nothing to apologize for.
Cast of Characters:	Mairin Moran, Nettie Crowe

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Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin bashfully slides into The Candle, Book and Belle, her usual satchel slung over her shoulder, and a nervous air about her. It's been days since she was here last. Four? Five? She honestly doesn't know. She has a hard time keeping track of time when she throws herself into her work. Nancy called it a defense mechanism once, during one of their arguments. But Mairin's not even sure how that works or what it means. She just had work to do... Nothing else...

    But that doesn't explain the shy way she slips in, or the guilty look she gives Nettie.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Two. Corvax had watched as Mairin had made her way out after taking a nap in Nettie's easy chair in the reading area. The afgan was folded neatly over the back of the chair. A couple of people were having a discussion about magical symbolism and reclaiming Norse symbols from NeoNazis, to which Nettie -- having come from the back of the shop as Mairin walks in carrying a wooden crate, stuffed with straw -- interrupts "Steal it back. And then kick 'em in the bollocks. Twice." she states with a grin, taking out a couple of glass bottles. "Here we go -- O'long t-pak. This should help clear up those warts."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Ahhh. Good. She's busy. Mairin uses that to her advantage and kind of tries to just slide over to the tea as if she's just another customer.

    Why? Who knows. It isn't like she's going to sneak past Nettie. It's an oddly childish thing to do. Like a kid trying to sneak into class without the teacher noticing, even though the teacher only has 2 students.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Sneaking into a witch's domicile without the witch noticing is a tricky prospect. The two discussing what was a nice conversation about iconography which has now turned to the ethics of kicking Neo-Nazis in the balls don't seem to notice, but Nettie does bring the crate up to the tea counter, and sets it on the edge.

    "As for you, Miss Moran -- " Nettie gives a toothy grin. Today she's wearing a bandana, a tie-dye T-shirt with some punk festival on it, and ripped jeans. She takes out one of the glass bottles. "Don't s'pose you're looking to clear warts?"

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin flinches when Nettie says her name, then turns with her tea to walk up to the counter. She doesn't really pay attention to the other patrons, or their conversation. And as she walks, her expression turns from embaressed to determined by gradual degrees. Like someone psyching themselves up for something. "I... No, I don't think so."

    She takes a deep breath...

    Nettie, I wanted to say I'm sorry for just dissapearing, I mean, I guess it probably wasn't since you can probably just use your cards or something to find me so I probably can't dissapear, but I wanted to apologize anyway. I just... I was a little worried and.. and confused I guess, and I just needed to think for a while about.... this. All of this... is very new to me, really. And a little scary I suppose, as much as I try not to let it. And I was just worried that I couldn't... or maybe shouldn't..."

    Another deep breath.

    "I just believe that if you can't put everything you have into something, that you probably shouldn't be doing it. And I didn't know if I could give... this... my all. I just have so much else going on, or at least I thought so... But I guess it just comes down to, I believe I can. And I want to." She gives a warm smile. "I want to do this."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "... my girl, what are you talking about?" she asks, and Nettie raises an eyebrow. "I don't expect you to put as much into the lessons that you do into your life's work. That would be hilariously improper and rude of me." she states, looking at Mairin and being rather surprised.

    "This... what I'm teaching you *is* my life. It has been since I was old enough to utter a word. So when I say that these things are going to take time, and maybe a lot of time, that's okay. It can be over a period of months before you get the hang of some circles and processes. You are going to be working at this a long time... and it is frightening. It's new. It's beyond your experience and it /will/ be scary... but it'll be wonderful, too." Nettie gives a smile, gentle-like, and she pours hot water, and steeps a teabag. The water turns bright red, and smells both earthy and flowery. She slides the cup -- which is bright pink and has unicorns gallopping across it -- over to Mairin.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin takes the teacup and gives one of her beaming smiles. "I know. I just..." She gives a self-depricating laugh. "I don't know what I was thinking I suppose. It's just... Being in here makes me feel... Different. Then being in the lab. I don't know how to describe it." She considers for a moment, but putting an exact word to it just doesn't seem to be a priority. So she shrugs and lets it drop.

    "And... I suppose I just don't want to dissapoint you."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Mair." Nettie states, and she motions with her hands, sweeping upwards to her chin. "Chin up. You're a clever girl. You work in something that I will never, ever understand, because my head's filled with retrograde actions and drunken bouts of spellwork from the late 1800's." she gives a gentle smile.

    "You have already impressed me with your willingness to set aside the science and learn something that can't always be measured in beakers and bins. I'm proud of you just for taking the first step, poppet."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    "Thank you," Mairin says as she picks up the perfectly girly teacup in both hands and lets it warmth seep into her. "That really means a lot, Nettie." She glances to the customers. "Is it a bad time for a lesson? I've been... practicing. Not the circles," she hastens to add. "Just practicing relaxing and focussing my will. I mean, obviously it isn't the same without the circle, but I've been trying to recapture something of how it felt. And I think I could do it more easily now."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie pauses a moment, looking to the other two in the room, and then with her eyes on them, it's almost like she *waits* for Mairin to take a sip of the tea.

    "Well, relaxing and focusing your will, it's a bit like trying to get to get the really attractive person across the room to see you and start talking just by staring at them. Easiest when you just say 'we're doin' this'."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin blushes and does actually cough on her tea a little. "I... I wouldn't know anything about that." She clears her throat and looks everywhere else *other* than at Nettie.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "What?" NEttie asks, and she turns back to Mairin. "... do... they not have dances anymore in schools?" she questions, and purses her lips "Has it all moved out to bars and clubs now? Goodness. What a waste. I remember going to the ball of some other debutante and they all made fun of my dress. Well. Didn't last long. Everyone's shoes started to squeak, and then full on pass gas when they walked. Horribly embarrassing." She states.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    She laughs at this, showing every bit the young woman she is. The one that is too often pushed aside by the intense, focused woman she projects seemingly by default. "That sound wonderful. But no... They still have dances. I just never went to them. I just... always had work to do. Studying." She shrugs and the mirth fades a bit. "I had to focus."

    She takes another sip of tea to hide behind the cup.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Well. I mean, I was young, bored, and my brother and I were a bit of trouble each. Added together -- so much trouble.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    It sounds like you were. Sean was always the troublemaker of the family. He found all kinds of creative ways to cause our parents grief. I always had to be the responcible one. Which just meant my misbehaving had to be more subtle." She chuckles, remembering.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Yes, well. Subtle for the normal people around us was somewhat obvious for our parents. We caught a fair switching when we returned home." Nettie replies with a grin, and then a roll of her shoulder. "Have a few other crates to bring up." she states, stretching her arms up. "Might be a bit in and out."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin nods and gives a little wave as she takes her tea and starts to peruse the books. She's never actually had time to do that before.