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The Policeman's Walk [Open!]

Javert, after casting his votes, had decided not to remain with the others who were milling about. He had instead headed for the City, intent on familiarizing himself even further with its twists and turns. What use was a policeman who didn't know his beat? None at all. Therefore, Javert took it upon himself to learn.

He walked with an even, measured step; Long strides for his long legs, but not exceptionally fast or directed. He looked, for Javert, to be in a jovial mood. Of course, such moods meant he was even more tended to snap and mock, but it would be with almost a sense of humor about it, and less of his usual bitterness.

He took a pinch of snuff as he carried on his way, hands deep in his pockets and eyes on everything around him.

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Perhaps Javert had wandered further into the City than usual, as soon the air began to smell of ripe fruits and vegetables, freshly turned loam and spices drifting on the stale breeze created by Stacy’s distant breathing. The river was running close by, its trickling water consuming the otherwise ambient atmosphere.

Someone had been cooking.

Aeneas made a point of voting and getting out of the polls as soon as possible; now that he had a business of sorts, a garden to tend to and a building to clean, he found that he was always busy. Oddly this made him energetic rather than dour and pensive, as he had been before the idea came to convert this hovel into something other than storage. Working gave the alien a new sense of purpose it seemed.

And he was enjoying it.

The long, blue-striped creature was outside currently, planting what was left of his shore leave crop in the front of the building. Empty bags of nutrient-rich soil lay around Aeneas as he measured the distance between seeds, taking mental note of their position, their type and condition. Faintly he noticed an arrival—a potential customer—and the alien craned his neck to hail him with a friendly, silent wave.

Javert wasn't accustomed to smelling food on the ship-- Certainly not real, good produce. He followed the smell curiously, wondering what could be the source.

He certainly didn't expect to see Aeneas, which gave him slight pause, as did the garden and surrounding area.

He nodded when Aeneas waved, examining what he was going from a few feet away.

"I would not expect things to grow here."

The alien purred, delighted for conversation. After working for so long on this building and avoiding the crew at large, any sort of interaction made Aeneas feel immeasurably more complete on some odd, subconscious level.

“Neither did I, but with the river and a few bags of soil, it appears that Stacy radiates enough energy to support plant growth and photosynthesis,” the creature trilled intelligently, tracing back his lessons with Drake on agriculture, “…Quite a lot, actually.”

"I see." Javert looked around. Despite his lack of agricultural interest, it was still an impressive feat.

"You have done well with it." He observes.

"Hello Sir."

Bella falls into step with Javert as he passes by. She likes to prowl the city, even after being aboard the ship so long and having time to adjust she still prefers the (relatively more) open air down here, and the feeling of (something that pretended to be) the sky overhead. It was a little less unnatural for the wolf.

Javert glances down at the wolf and recognizes Bella immediately. It had been some time since they had spoken; it's funny how he finds that he has missed it.

"Madame. I trust you are well?" He inquires, politely.

"I am healed," she answers, her tail wagging once. They're not really noticeable due to her fur but she now sports several scars from the Ohm Node's tentacles. Supernatural Garou healing and raw stubbornness got her out of that. "Are you okay too?" she asks. Conversation is a new concept to Bella, as is good sentence structure, but she's been trying with both.

"I am fine. I am...gratified to hear you are well." Javert has been spending quite a bit of time chasing imaginary cake lately, but it gives him some small satisfaction to know his former teammates are faring well.

Unfortunately, social skills are not Javert's strong point, but at least he seems not to be bothered by Bella practicing her conversational skills on him. "I fear I have missed much in the goings-on of the ship."

"Did the spirit take you away?" Bella asks him. She knows how that goes, and it's the first explanation to come to mind.

"I do not like her. She asks me to carry a gun. Guns are for cowards."

Not that the portal device is a gun in the traditional sense. Bella's just stubborn that way.

"I believe so, yes." Javert didn't even like cake. He was not a man prone to indulgence.

"I find them useful on rare occasion." Largely as signals -- Javert preferred his baton when it came to actually subduing criminals.

"What is the last you knew?" Bella asks. "I can tell you what I have seen if it can help."

She knows well the frustration of being spirited away by GLaDOS and returning to find things weren't as you left them.

"Shore leave. The crew was returning; that is the last of my knowledge." He feels oddly comfortable discussing his lacking information with Bella. He also trusts the information she gives him to be as accurate and detailed as she can manage, unlike acquiring information from Chaucer (which is likely to be needlessly embellished.).

"Oh. There was a big fight. The Ohm attacked and we tried to fight them off. We lost, though."

She flattens her ears, apparently this bothers her. "We got enough time for the people on the world to get away, though."

It would figure that Javert had missed an important battle. That was irritating, and unfortunate to the extreme. Even moreso, because it had not gone well; Not that he could have done much to change that. He imagined that now, the new Captain and staff were toiling away at finding out how and why and how to do better, not that he much cared what they did. As long as he was given new, concise orders, he would be well settled in.

"That is unfortunate. I regret I was not there."

"I think that we need to do something about the GLaDOS spirit," says Bella. "But I do not know about dealing with spirits, or if it would be right. We cannot have her taking people away whenever she wants to. We need them sometimes."

"It would be a pertinent issue to address." Javert-speak for yes, yes it is troubling.

"I am unsure as to the nature of GLaDOS' existence, however."

"I think that she is a spirit! We cannot see her. She makes things happen. I do not understand her. So, she must be a spirit!"

Absolutely impeccable display of logic, Bella.

Oh yes, you can't argue with that.

"I assume she is another parasitic piece of the ship."

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