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[stilljustandrew]

[Out of Milliways, three days ago]

*Andrew sits at the bar, moodily staring into an unfinished root beer.*

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche doesn't know that this is Andrew - as in Meg's Andrew - but he's apparently decided to make it two days for two of "trying to cheer people up". So he wanders over to the stranger anyway.

"Hello."

[stilljustandrew]

*looks down, blinks* Uh. Hi there.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche grins, climbing onto the next stool over.

"I'm Gavroche. What's your name?"

[stilljustandrew]

I'm Andrew.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you. 've you been here long?"

[stilljustandrew]

Uh, maybe a month or two? It's hard to tell. Time's funny around here.

How about you?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Three weeks. I think."

[stilljustandrew]

Uh ...

*glances around*

Are you here by yourself?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Sort of. I've heard there might be people from home here, but I haven't seen them. I live with Ingress's family now."

[stilljustandrew]

That's the House of Arch, right?

Do you know Bruce?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche nods. "Yeah. He bought me a milkshake."

[stilljustandrew]

Nice.

*He smiles. It's good to know Bruce is at least getting to talk to kids his own age here.*

So uh ... how'd you get here?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche answers lightly, "Died. Next thing, I was outside the door."

He honestly isn't much bothered by it, but has got quite a range of reactions to that revelation. He waits to see how Andrew will take it.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew looks ... distressed.*

Oh jeez. I'm sorry.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche shrugs and answers simply, "It's better here."

[stilljustandrew]

*curiously* ...where were you before?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche draws himself proudly up to his not terribly impressive height. "Paris. 1832."

Once more with correctness

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*A note slides across the bar, coming to rest by Andrew's elbow. It reads:

short timer-

hav made plans to huant you nto madnesss.

when wuold be most conveeeneeeant?

-pual*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew reads the note, scowls, borrows a pen from the bar, and scribbles:*

Learn to spell your own name, dead boy.

Re: Once more with correctness

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Phantom letters scrawl below Andrew's:

nothanks.

timeframe, short time?

i aten't got all dey.

Re: Once more with correctness

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew draws back at the letters appearing below his own, and looks about in some unease. Finally he writes:*

What, have you got somewhere else to be?

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*The phantom hand scrawls:

places to go, poeple to kill.

i'll pencul yuo in four this weaknd.

Phantom laughter echoes in the air.*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew crumples the note angrily and shoves it away so that it skitters across the bar.*

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Somewhere, in Swedenborgian Space, Paul updates his PDA.*

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[stilljustandrew]

[ooc: BWAH.]