Right. I'm not doing this anymore. Sorry, guys, but I am soda-ed out.

[it hasn't been such a terrible week so far, with this roommates thing. Duster's a little weird but then, "weird" can be subjective, which Matt knows only too well. Door decorating wasn't a bad way to pass the time, outfit choosing wasn't hard (shirt and pants, hello), he cleaned up MUCH worse messes as a cop, and he didn't burn the curry he ( Read more... )

( Sylar )

Never thought I'd say this, but I miss being a beat cop.

[louder]

Molly, if you need me for anything, I'm going out to the shooting range. [might as well keep his skillz up]

[muttered]

I don't know which one's worse.

[ooc: loss end, to join the brigade :D]

[Matt wakes up in his bed--only, what he can see through the French doors leading to the rest of the apartment is NOT the apartment; and he doesn't hear Molly moving around or Daniella crying, and there's no Daphne, which means... fuck fuck dammit fuck. But he has to call for them anyway]

Daphne? Molly? Please don't let it be there again...

[ooc ( Read more... )

( Private )

( Sylar )

[Private]
[also earlier this morning dated]

I'm not even sure why I bothered trying. I should just try to talk to Matt, see if he knows if there's any way for me to block this out, or [glances up to Daphne waving at him] Yeah, I need to get this out of my head. I can't keep living like this, I'll worry everyone, I'll think I'm crazy... I already ( Read more... )

[so Matt eventually got out of the maze and staggered off to his painfully empty room and downed an entire pharmacy's worth of aspirin to quiet his suddenly-screaming-again telepathic sense. He has no idea if the whammy he laid on Nathan before the castle change is still holding nor, at this moment, does he particularly care. But he does care ( Read more... )