Gibson Girl Ice Cream Parlor - same Saturday night

[slippedagear]

... Elle and Sylar had progressed from appreciating small waffle cones to considering ice cream sundaes, perfectly civilized. Sylar might have been squishing and dripping a little.

Just two nice socieopaths being social.

[for Elle, and various others on their way!]

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[elle_sparks]

Elle was impressed with how quickly the power was back on in the park. And trying not to drip chocolate on her new Tinkerbell t-shirt.

"Last time I caused a blackout, it took them three days to get the power back on," she shared. "Whoever or whatever runs this place is pretty good."

[slippedagear]

"I wish we could know who that was, precisely," Sylar said, taking a lick around the edge of his cone. "I'd like to ask them what their ultimate goal is."

Also, how to move people from one reality to another.

[elle_sparks]

"Yeah, information is always good," Elle agreed, catching a drip with her tongue before it had a chance to fall on her shirt.

[slippedagear]

"Like who put us in the fountains," Sylar complained, taking a vicious bite of his cone. "Seriously. How lame is that as a security measure?" Because it certainly hadn't discouraged him after the first time, much. "And who that Crowley joker thinks he is."

[elle_sparks]

"Well..." Elle wavered for a moment and then finally decided to come clean. "I can't use my powers in water without hurting myself."

[slippedagear]

Good to know. "Which explains you, and not me. Not that I want to be thrown into a cherry tree or a building by preference," he added hastily. Sylar looked up at the ceiling, and smiled. "Do you hear that, oh Park Police? I prefer the fountain to a cliff!" Lowering his voice he added, "You have to admit it's odd. Do you think they knew that about you?"

[elle_sparks]

"Maybe," Elle said with a shrug. "Or maybe they just figured dumping us in the fountain would cool us off."