Genomes Sorted: 019 ☤ Mohinder Suresh ☤ [Video]

[splice_of_life]

[Perhaps he ought to not be smiling, he's read some truly terrible things about these so-called F3s. And the fact that it has an American Western feel, just as the last had with those cannibals, doesn't seem to phase him. There's sun, real sun. And buildings! And most important? Sugar. Donuts. Milk. Guess who's found both, thank you,

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[and_another_war]

Wait, pastries? There's pastries here?

[Alex is suddenly very interested]

[splice_of_life]

Oh yes, actually, quite a bit.

[Not including what he's stashed already up in the rafters of said General Store.]

And various other foods as well. I haven't seen any store attendants though.

[and_another_war]

Huuuuh. The store?

[He's quiet for a few seconds, mostly because he's heading in that direction as fast as he can]

Man, real food. That's awesome.

[splice_of_life]

I know shelter really ought to be one of our first priorities in situations like these but...

[But he's been craving sugar for two weeks. He's eaten several boxes of donuts so far!]

[the_daybreak]

Nice, isn't it?

[splice_of_life]

It's certainly the little things. So this is an F3? How long does it last? I'm able to bring things back as well, right?

[the_daybreak]

Three weeks, and whatever you can carry on your person. A little bit more.

[splice_of_life]

Three weeks of actual food? Lovely. I suppose I ought to find a place to sleep as well.

[Actually, the rafters of the General Store seem like a good idea.]

[rebelle_elle]

[Shit. Elle wants real food, but she also doesn't want to see Mohinder. Particularly since she'd been tanning for almost an hour. Still, food. Real food.]

[Not entirely happy about it, she pulls her shirt back on and heads over to the general store. It takes her a while to find it, but when she does, she pauses at the door and gives a soft knock on the door frame.]

[splice_of_life]

[Elle. He forgets to breathe for a moment and then jumps down from the rafters a safe distance away.]

If you'd like not to see me, I can leave. I just don't want you to think I'd been spying on you.

[rebelle_elle]

[That is so incredibly tempting. The offer does something to appease her fear of him, but she's still worried. She's not sure what to do or say. She's never had an ex before, and even though she had rather relished the thought at the time, the reality was now rather unpleasant.]

[What would an agent do, though? Play it cool, that's how. Play it like she's in control and knows what she's doing. Right.]

[She takes a breath and then gives Mohinder a smile that's stronger than it should be. She gives a cheerful shrug to show that she doesn't care if he stays or not. But then her worry becomes too strong, and she signs to him.]

Where is G?

[splice_of_life]

[Clark's been helping with his sign language so he shoves the rest of the donut into his mouth and signs back:]

I've no idea and his hunger might be bad so I've tried hiding.

[It's not perfect, but one can get the idea.]

[splice_of_life]

[He's promised to give Sylar his power...but Mohinder's really quite afraid to. For obvious reasons. Dying sucks.]

Where one might expect them. Also, in a stack behind the bushes at the bank.

[Because he's already started making stashes. And he loves you, lucky dog.]

[splice_of_life]

Well they're in boxes, you realize.

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[hung_garian]

[Aha!

About twenty minutes later, he replies.]

Did they turn out to be poisoned?

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[splice_of_life]

Thankfully not. Or I'm able to metabolise it.

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[hung_garian]

Good enough for me, pal. They weren't anywhere too sinister, were they?

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[splice_of_life]

Ah...well. Are store shelves generally sinister?