Exponential Forces [gluttony]

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar was already feeling the pain start up again as they entered the Nexus. He knew the morphine Smokey had given him wouldn't be enough. He'd told her so, but she hadn't budged. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

Or so he thought until they found this room. Everything anyone could eat was piled high onto a well-set room. Prime rib steak,

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[shooting_gstar]

Shel has managed to survive the Wrath level and make it to Gluttony, although judging by the tears in the jacket she's wearing over her spandex and a few tears to the spandex itself, a couple of which even have small cuts to go with them, it was apparently a close thing. She looks over Sylar, Smokey, and Dib when she walks into the room, and takes their presence as a sign that there's nothing dangerous here.

However, she doesn't seem to be in much of a sociable mood, as she slips over to the opposite side of the room to take a closer look at the food there, as well as the silverware. The problem with having a fighting style based almost entirely on using projectiles and then running like hell is that one tends to run out of projectiles awfully quickly. A quick pair of tests confirm that the silverware is both magnetic and sharp, and a number of pieces are discreetly slipped into her jacket pockets as Shel turns her attentions to the food. She reaches for a chicken and...

...jerks back with a bitten hand and a short scream of surprise! "Ow!"

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar had noticed Shel appear and stuff some silverware in her pockets. What does he care? You can't eat silverware. He does glare at her a bit as she starts in on the chicken. When she pulls back, rather than...y'know, wondering what happened or being worried about danger, he smirks. Serves her right.

"Having problems?" he asks, gesturing at the chicken. A drumstick rips off of it and flies to his hand. He grins at her and bites into it, gesturing at the rest of the chicken, which floats over to join him. His knuckles are bloody- there's already a couple bites on his hands.

[myheadisnotbig]

Dib stared at the drops of blood spattering the other guy's food. He wasn't sure if the churning he felt in his gut now was revulsion or more hunger. Or both. He finds himself lurching foward, grabbing something, anything. The first thing he finds is an apple; it harmlessly rolls between his fingers but when he tears into it for a bite, he yells and pulls back, covering his mouth. He never shows blood; it's an effect of his tooniness. That didn't mean he couldn't taste it.

"There's thomething really wrong here." He says, lisping with the bitten tongue. He has to physically shake his hand to force himself to let go of the apple. "Food that bithes back, yeah, I can underthand that, but why do I keep wanting more anyway!? Ith a vithious cycle!"

[shooting_gstar]

Shel glares at Sylar as he takes the chicken, but manages to refrain from telling him precisely where she thinks he can stick it.

She looks at Dib for a moment then back to the food with a frown. "I think leaving would be a good idea." She has no idea where to go after leaving, mind, but she really wants to get away from this horribly tempting and horribly mean food.

[infantivore]

Used to the frustration of getting hungrier, in spite of eating, Smokey drops the fries she picked up even before they bite her. Just getting a nip at her fingertips.
"....Stupid damn thing..."

She sticks her fingers in her mouth and it reminds her how much she wants real. Food. Smokey rests her free hand on Dib's shoulder.
"We should leave. She's right. You should come with me. It'll be safer."

[myheadisnotbig]

"Yeth! This ith exthacktly what I wath thinking!" He says, following the blonde making sure to take the extra step to kick that tongue-biting apple across the floor. "I don't get thith plath, but I don't wanna thay to figure it out, either."

His stomach growled.

"And YOU can justh thut up!" He yells down at it.

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar gives Smokey a rather pitiful look and then glares again down at the food he's eating. "Can't we stay for a minute or two? I just need..." He needs the whole table's worth, at this rate. He's so damn hungry- the knowledge of how little he had been eating must be kicking in. "I need more." He glances back to Smokey.

"You can eat here, can't you? I'll help...." He used his telekinesis to rip apart the chicken, sending equal parts to each person in the room, letting it float tantalizingly in front of their faces.

[shooting_gstar]

First he takes away the chicken and now he's trying to share it. Shel doesn't trust that for a minute. She's got that sinking feeling that she picked exactly the wrong room to look into. She ignores the growling in her stomach with the steadfast determination of someone who's used to that feeling and backs away from the floating chicken.

"No," she says, perhaps not as firmly as she'd like to have sounded. "You can stay here and eat yourself to death, I don't care. I'm leaving. Good-bye." Shel pulls an about-face and heads out the door to the room, assuming she's not stopped by anyone. Well. Anyone beside the waiters in the hallway, who certainly don't appreciate her nicking the silverware. (It's OK, she can return it to them! They'll just have to harvest it out of their chests.)

[myheadisnotbig]

Dib follows, but the pig-things in the hallway have gotten very irritated at the idea of silverware stuck in their friends' sternums, and Dib has to dodge one of their fists. He yanks a cord tethering a heavy tapestry to the overdecorated wall above them, engulfing two more pigs in a pile of red velvet while he takes off running.