I just got lost, every river that I tried to cross

[beanshield]

Somewhere in the middle of Chicago a tiny, pink-haired teenager is wandering. She has an oversized army bag slung over her shoulder and a German Shepherd on a leash, and is wearing very colorful clothes--including a lime-green parka, a candy stripe scarf and electric-blue shoes. All in all, she sticks out like a sore thumb

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[mustardwithat]

Fritz is also a bit lost, though not as lost as she started. Things look familiar now. She's hoping that's not because she's seeing the same buildings over again. At least in rain forests you have fucking indicators of where you're going.

Seriously.

She huffs an annoyed breath and stops close to Bean, spotting the dog. She takes a slurp of her coffee and whistles at the animal. "Hey-ho, beautits, what's your name?"

Fritz crouches and holds a hand out toward Potato.

[beanshield]

Potato sniffs primly at Fritz's hand, his tail wagging just a fraction. Bean smiles.

"Um, his name is Potato! He's really friendly, so don't worry. You have blue hair! Um, I always tried to pull off blue, but it never really worked out."

[mustardwithat]

Fritz grins at the girl. "Never could pull pink. So... bubblicious. Ended up wanting to chew on my head."

She offers up the hand that isn't petting the dog, which also happens to be the hand that's holding her coffee. "Fritz. You lost?"

[beanshield]

Bean giggles a little, not really wanting to tell Fritz that she often does chew on her hair, either in thought or accidentally during a fit.

She shakes Fritz's hand. "I'm Bean. And, heh, yeah, I am. I told my parents I wanted to walk there, to the new apartment I mean, but now I'm kind of, well, I just don't know where Fletcher street is from here."

[allmydiredreams]

And here comes another 'teenager' that kind of sticks out like a sore thumb, in a rainbow skirt (over jeans) and a bright blue furry coat, skipping along, messenger bag clunking against the back of her legs, as per usual. She's actually a little ratty from crashing in the Conrad the night before, but...well, 'crashing in the Conrad' might just be an excuse for her being a little ratty.

"Your scarf is the best thing ever," Babel states when she gets closer to the girl. She's noticed the lost, but...that is unimportant in the face of a stripey scarf, surely. She's also noticed the dog, which will get the attention after the scarf, and before the lost.

[beanshield]

Bean blinks in surprise for a moment and then positively beams at Babel's skirt. "Oh, thank you! But, you know, it's nothing compared to your skirt, it's pretty awesome. Pretty and awesome."

Potato sniffs at Babel, taking stock of whether this girl is safe for Bean to be around.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel looks down, as if she can't quite remember which skirt she piled on that morning (yesterday morning, whatever). "Thanks," she says. "Not really much of a skirt person, but this one was full of rainbows, like your head."

Then she's distracted by the dog, now that the scarf distraction's out of the way or something, and offers a hand to him. "I'm safe," she says. She can feel his wariness, doubtfulness of her. "Safe as anyone."

[beanshield]

"No? I love skirts. Um, you know, when the weather's right anyway. Like! Like spring or summer and there's a breeze and the skirt is just flowy enough, you know?" She blinks at that last part, surprised. "Rainbows in my head? Oh, well there's lots of weather in my head. Sunny days and cloudy days and stormy days."

Potato seems to acknowledge that Babel is safe and he snuffles her hand, his tail wagging a fraction. Bean smiles down at him. "He's a friendly dog, even though he doesn't really come off as one. All ice and training on the outside, but he's really a sweetheart."