considering pre-canon for tushanshu

[chiot]

Oi--'ey there, missus, whatcha draggin' me out for, eh? Lemme go back to bein' the mayor of Saint Michele, I've got thin's to do!

An' normally I ain't given much to settin' thin's up but everyone relies on good ol' Gavroche to do his work, an' that's what I'm gonna do! No one's smarter than the pups, miss, not when it comes to who's who and what's what.

I don't need no turtle, I already got an elephant!

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[chiot]

[ ah-ah-ah. Not so fast. Gravroche outstretches his hand, eyebrows raised. Apple first, information after. ]

I do know.

I know!

[takeswing]

[shakes her head] Uh-uh. Just District 11, and the rest of Panem.

[makeflowersgrow]

[Damnit. She'd hoped Gavroche wouldn't ask... Reluctantly, she pulls out a slightly old, slightly bruised apple]

You better tell me. This were my dinner today!

[candlecovesailor]

How can you live in an elephant?

Re: I know!

[chiot]

Ain't never heard of Panem. Or distrits like that. [ And the elephant thing still weird him out. Rue, where do you even come from. ]

Paris is the greatest city in France! Or it will be, once les amis do revolution!

[chiot]

[ Gavroche's grin is more shit-kicking than mischievous, and he takes a big, big bite and makes a point of swallowing loudly. He's a twerp, but he still cares for his sister. Which is exactly why he hands it back. Really, he just wanted the bite. He'll find food somewhere else, or--if he's lucky--he'll be whisked away to this strange turtle-world before that. ]

He maybe be. He's like me--pendin' and all that. "Reserved". [ And, suspiciously ] You gonna come, too?

Re: I know!

[takeswing]

[Oh, Gavroche, you don't even want to know.]

A revolution? But, what if you fail?

[chiot]

It ain't a real elephant, it's the elephant of the Bastille!

[makeflowersgrow]

[Eponine's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't even question why he's giving the apple back. She just accepts it and pockets it to eat later. To his question, she shrugs]

Maybe. Don't wanna be homeless again, and where I am now is about to be destroyed, apparently.

[Read - Sirens is closing!]

Perhaps a turtle'd be good - better than monsters anyway. Perhaps I'll come to.

[And with Marius, dear Marius... Yes. She'll give it a look!]

[chiot]

Hah. We'll fight like twenty armies an' still not even need lunch! I won't fail--ol' Gavroche'll never surrender!

[chiot]

There ain't no such thing as monsters. [ Gavroche is still grinning, at least. ] M'sure les amis will welcome you again!

[candlecovesailor]

Is that a statue or something? I've never heard of it. Is it big?

[takeswing]

[shakes her head sorrowfully] Rebellions always end badly. That's how the Games happened.

[petitgamin]

Gettin' a turtle, eh? Might be worth summat, though ain't nowhere better than my elefant.

An' you ain't the Mayor of Sain' Michel, I am

[chiot]

What're the games?

[takeswing]

The Hunger Games. After the Districts tried to rebel against the Capitol, the Capitol came up with the Hunger Games to remind the Districts that the Capitol was stronger than they were. Every year a boy and a girl from each District is picked to go into an arena and fight each other to the death. The last person left standing is the winner.

is there any way I can tempt you to tu shanshu

[chiot]

[ Gavroche stares at the other, taking it in. He's surprisingly not moving--odd, since, like Rue, he constantly looks like he's about to take flight. ]

Well then it's simple! You gotta start a Revolution! Tiens! Build a barricade, fight for your rights!