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[Bean waited a long time before posting to the Network. At first he was unsure who exactly was watching. Is this like the desks at school? Would he have to make a fake post to prevent whoever is in charge from learning anything he did not want them to know? Or was it innocent, just a means of communication or entertainment? Either way, Bean saw no real interest in it. From what he saw of the recent posts, the people here seem obsessed with clothing and amenities. Nothing he can relate to. Besides, the terminal in his suite has been acting oddly all day. He decided to explore the city instead. He hasn't been in a city since Rotterdam, but he's sure he can get back into the swing of it. Being a rather large city, there's sure to be street gangs of abandoned kids somewhere-- maybe not in the wealthy-looking metal sector, but somewhere. Maybe he'll find them, restart his old life. Maybe not. For now he's just exploring, gathering data.

At some point he happens upon a café with anonymous hookups. This, he decides, would be the perfect opportunity to give the Network a try. He hangs around the café for a few hours, looking in, buying something to drink, but never signing on. Then finally, he makes his move.]

So they have us on the back of a turtle. Slow and steady wins the race, they say, but where is the rabbit? What shore are we swimming towards, and where was the starting line? And what happens when the turtle stops swimming?

[He signs off, satisfied with his post, and waits to watch the responses. It's as much a fact-finding mission as anything, and he's interested to see who will respond and what they might have to say.]

[ooc: feel free to either respond to his post or see him around any of the sectors. A scrawny looking seven year old can only be so inconspicuous.]

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Not yet. If I get one I get one, ah? [ A shrug. He doesn't have to in order to survive, he's incredibly independent regardless. Even if a lot of the kids seem to look up to him. ]

'Round here is different where I come from. Kedan runnin' about, I don't think they're used to gamin. s'good, means we gotta advantage.

[A street kid without a crew? In Bean's experience he should be dead of starvation by now. Maybe the kedan don't have the kind of bullies Rotterdam had. That'll change with the rations, people will start fighting over food soon enough.]

Didn't they give you a suite when you got here?

Yeah, 'course they did. [ Hah! What a dummy. But Gavroche likes him, so he spins around. ] Y'ain't free if you do that, and I'm free! If it gets too bad out I'll go to one a' les amis.

[Interesting. This kid preferred being homeless over the luxury of having a suite to himself. Also, he said "les" amis instead of "mes" amis...] People from your home?

Mmm-hmm. [ Just a second--Gavroche is ducking under someone's cart and into another alleyway, and he mumbles something like 'shortcut' to the other little one. ] Good people, great people, yeah?

[Bean follows along without question, except to ask,] Is that where we're going? À tes amis?

No, I'm showin' you summin'. [ So there. ] I told ya I'd give you the fix, didn't I?

[The answer is obvious, so Bean says nothing in reply, only then it occurs to him.]

You got a name?

A'course. Gavroche. You got a name? [ Whoops! Almost ran into a Kedan. Good thing he's sidestepping and turning into yet another alley, before reaching a dead end. ]

Bean. [What the hell, kid, Bean thought you knew where you were going. Now they're stuck.]

Bean? [ that's a cool name. Yeah. Gavroche nods, and then proceeds to look around the corner of the dead end to--there we go! It's a hard to see cranny but there's footholds if you squint a little. Dangerous for most people--but bean and Gavroche weren't 'most.' They ere the underfed, or the just plain scrawny. And better yet, they were kids. ] Funny little name, but I like it. Alright, bean. I'm gonna call you Haricot.

[So they're climbing. Bean's impressed. He hadn't noticed the footholds before, but now that he sees them they're obvious. He will remember this place for later.]

As long as you don't call me Haricot Vert.

[ Gavroche actually laughs. Bean is funny, he decides, and once he's up on the little roof he's grabbing a low branch, courtesy of a tree, and hoisting himself up. It's time to concentrate just on climbing, and Bean seems very adapt at handling himself.

When he gets to the top-most part of the tree he can reach he's jumping to the next. It's a few short moments scaling the tree--it's one of the tallest--before he stops.

Stretched out before them is a large portion of the Wood sector--if Gavroche squints he can see pretty damn far out. One hand's holding a branch overhead, the other makes a sweeping gesture to the landscape. ]

Alla this is all ours.

[Bean expected to have some trouble reaching due to his height, but he finds he can make it. He stops just short of Gavroche's height and looks out over the city.]

Impressive.

Innit? [ Gavroche's grin is wide. ] I know lotsa points like this. Not as much as in Paris, but I'm still learnin' the streets here.

You live on the streets in Paris too? [Not... entirely liking the heights, Bean starts climbing back down.]

[ But Gavroche doesn't move--not right away. ] Yeah. Well, no. In an elephant, actually.

[That gets Bean to stop.] In a... what?

In an elephant! The Elephant of the Bastille. I lived in it.

[Bean makes a note to look up the Elephant of the Bastille... only to remember that he can't. He assumes it was some architectural marvel of Paris that he hasn't heard about.]

Was it safe? [Not "was it comfortable?" or "was it cool?"]

[ Gavroche nods. Carefully, he begins to climb down the tree, though he hops to another one with surprising ease. Time for the next point of interest! ] It wasn't until I made it safe, but then anyone could sleep in it if they wanted to.

Other street kids? You have a crew back home?

Well, I'm not the leader, but they liked to follow me around, an' I'd show 'em how things work. Like this!

[ He nods to himself. ] There's a lotta us, where I come from. A lot!

[Bean nods as well.] There usually are, in big cities. Were there bullies too, messing with the little ones?

A'course. But if you ask me, biggest bully out there was the King.

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