092 - do you remember that time
[VOICE: Sylar sounds bemused. BACKDATED TO THE BEGINNING OF PORT.]
"Less civilization." Iago's right. How many people here actually know? Actually remember enough ports and euphemisms to know what that means? The danger you're all walking into? It's amusing to watch, really.
Be careful with the fences. Most are probably electrified.
[Private to Cissie & Elle, separately]
Are you going?
[Private to Molly & Four, separately]
Do be careful.
[Spam for Tim]
[Sylar sat at his desk as he made the recording, all too glad to share his superior knowledge with most of the ignorant residents of the Barge in the hope that one of the few people he actually cared about might take the warning to heart. The killer expected a reply of some kind from Tim, but he honestly wasn't certain what the other man might say. They hadn't spoken about the curse or Tim's staying with him since it had ended; it seemed easier to move on from those moments rather than to dwell on them and discuss.
The killer had been growing more impatient as of late. Nothing to do, no one he was able to kill, and his abilities falling out of his control for a time. It was frustrating, to say the least, and he was too eager for a change. Improvement. Something better. He had his newest idea in mind, but he still had to wait for the right time to present it.]
[ooc; Sylar painted some of the electric fences a week or so ago (with MOD permission) and thus is guessing at what's coming.]
"Less civilization." Iago's right. How many people here actually know? Actually remember enough ports and euphemisms to know what that means? The danger you're all walking into? It's amusing to watch, really.
Be careful with the fences. Most are probably electrified.
[Private to Cissie & Elle, separately]
Are you going?
[Private to Molly & Four, separately]
Do be careful.
[Spam for Tim]
[Sylar sat at his desk as he made the recording, all too glad to share his superior knowledge with most of the ignorant residents of the Barge in the hope that one of the few people he actually cared about might take the warning to heart. The killer expected a reply of some kind from Tim, but he honestly wasn't certain what the other man might say. They hadn't spoken about the curse or Tim's staying with him since it had ended; it seemed easier to move on from those moments rather than to dwell on them and discuss.
The killer had been growing more impatient as of late. Nothing to do, no one he was able to kill, and his abilities falling out of his control for a time. It was frustrating, to say the least, and he was too eager for a change. Improvement. Something better. He had his newest idea in mind, but he still had to wait for the right time to present it.]
[ooc; Sylar painted some of the electric fences a week or so ago (with MOD permission) and thus is guessing at what's coming.]