Don't turn away (Don't give into the pain); Don't try to hide (Though they're screaming your name)

[curtainfalling]

This whole CLF thing has Revan more than a little twitchy, and staying inside the Conrad in the hopes of avoiding the whole thing hasn't helped. In fact, in many ways it seems to have made things a bit worse, for she now has a rather bad case of Cabin Fever

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[beanshield]

Bean has discovered Grant Park. She loves parks, these big city parks in particular--little pockets of partially-tamed Nature in the middle of all the concrete and glass. She likes the contrast.

She takes a seat on the edge of the fountain several feet down from Revan, completely oblivious to the strange water. She crosses her legs and pulls a sketchbook out of a messenger bag that has an overly-cheerful bumblebee painted on it. Potato the German Shepherd lies down on the ground at her feet, keeping a watchful eye on the park.

Bean has already started sketching the fountain when she finally notices the odd splashing. She stares at the water for a long minute, then looks over at Revan and puts two and two together.

She smiles a little, not looking confused in the least. Then she flips a page in her notebook and starts sketching Revan instead.

[curtainfalling]

Revan notices Bean a few minutes after she starts sketching her. She smiles, both at Bean's colourfulness and the fact that Bean's sketching... well, something. She smiles at Bean, ceasing her manipulation of the fountain for the moment.

"What are you drawing?" She asks, after a moment. A few seconds later she sees Potato and grins even wider, waving at the dog. "Hi there!" She turns back to Bean and asks, "Is he yours?"

[beanshield]

Bean looks up abruptly, a little embarrassed as she always is when she's startled out of a sketch or a painting in public.

"Oh, um, it's you actually because it was really nifty what you were doing with the water, and ideas just sort of catch like that and, um, I hope you don't mind...but, you know, if it bothers you I'll stop."

Potato peers up at Revan with a curious look, no doubt sensing her magic with whatever part of him it is that can also sense seizures on the way. Bean smiles a little.

"Oh, yeah! He's mine. And I'm his. This is Potato, my service dog."

[curtainfalling]

Revan laughs a little. "It's okay. It doesn't bother me. Actually, I'm flattered. I had a friend who would do the same thing anytime he came across someone interesting." She shrugs a little at the mention of her playing with the water. "I probably shouldn't have been manipulating the water in public like that, with CLF out there, but... I needed to get out of the Conrad. Cabin fever."

Revan smiles at Potato and holds out a hand for him to sniff. She's found it's the best way to greet dogs in general. "He's a gorgeous dog." She looks back up at bean. "Potato, huh? Interesting name." She pauses and says, "I'm Revan," by way of introduction.

[o_hai_meatbags]

HK-47 has discreetly (for him) followed his Master. Not that he doesn't feel confident in her ability to protect herself, oh no. He just would hate to miss out on the fun, should she encounter unsavory meatbags during her wanderings.

He may also be calculating the wisdom in taking potshots at squirrels and pigeons. They look like they would make good target practice and he is eager to shoot something.

He is doing a fantastic job of ignoring thoughts of ahimsa at the moment. He's still appalled that he nearly gave in to the idea of complete nonviolence. What if he had never gotten the pacifist package installed? He could have been like that forever, doomed to a life of total peace.

...not processing those thoughts, right.

[curtainfalling]

"Discreet" on HK's part is not very effective with Revan. She built him, after all. She knows him. She therefore spots him out of the corner of her eye and sighs. "I know you're there, HK," she says after a moment.

She really hopes his presence won't attract the CLF. That would be... unfortunate. She'd very much regret it if she ended up having to kill someone while she's out.

[o_hai_meatbags]

{OOC: I just noticed I wrote installed instead of UNinstalled. Plz pretend it says that. >.>}

Oh, HK's not trying to hide from her. He knows that Master knows all. Or, well, she should, anyway. And... well, he could be using that useful anti-detection hardware that he discovered several months ago, but where's the fun in that?

HK would like it very much if the CLF showed up.

"Delighted commentary: Oh Master! Is it not a beautiful day outside today? The prepubescent meatbags are frolicking outside, the singing of avian vermin constantly assaults my sensors, and the radiation of the thermonuclear star in the sky warms my armor plating."

HK-47 is not very good at pretending he's enjoying not killing things.

[curtainfalling]

Revan is... not quite sure what she's hearing. For a moment she wonders if someone reinstalled the Pacifist Protocol Package. She certainly didn't. Even if it made HK less violent, it was still very disturbing. He may be a killer droid, but he's her killer droid. She decides, however, that HK is either being sarcastic, or is trying very hard (and failing) to pretend he wouldn't rather be assassinating someone. She's betting it's the latter.

"You'd much rather be killing someone, wouldn't you?" she asks, flatly. As the narration previously said: she knows him.