The Bar at the End of the Universe

Bean hasn't been in the bar for a few months. He's still tiny. But he's bulked out a lot more than last time. He still looks closer to three than the five he estimates that he is, but he looks a lot healthier.

"Oh. This place again."

That said, he moves out of the way of the door and begins to explore.

[OOM: Having learned about the threat, Bean runs to find Achilles.

That night he gets scared.

Then, his worst fears come true.]

Things changed immediately. Achilles works with them, honing the tactics, working to avoid giving themselves away so soon. Bean didn't bother much, none of them really liked him, and he had no other ideas, so he did his best to keep to the background.

Except for a couple of smart-arse comments at the door. Not that Achilles seemed to mind, given it had done exactly what it had been intended to do. Make him seem small, weak, and in need of protecting, to the lady on the door. Which just reinforced the arguments Achilles had been placing about a light outside and a policeman for line security.

He kept to the background for the next few weeks, too. They had his best. If he kept reminding them he was there, they'd start getting more annoyed about him being there. Not worth it.

But, Achilles never accepted him. Him and Poke. They're doomed, it's just a question of when.

One day, though, he exits the den where they hid out for most of the day, alone.

And he's not where he was.

He's inside. The room is large, and nicely furnished. Not that he actually knows what that means. It looks nicer than Helga's kitchen, anyway.

Milliways, there's one tiny kid who's just walked in and frozen in the door way. Meet Bean.

[ooc: Bean is 4, but physically, he looks like a two-year-old. A two-year-old who has been living on the edge of starvation for his entire life, until the past couple of weeks.]

[oom: The streets of Rotterdam are a heartless place at best.]