Second Evolutionary Imperative; Video; Mind Broadcast

[specialmonster]

[Sylar is sitting in a tiny shop. It's filled with clocks. But instead of how he's normally dressed, he's wearing a sweater vest, and glasses. It's kind of a Clark Kent sort of look. He's trying to focus on what he's doing, which is fixing a watch, but it's hard to concentrate. Mostly because a blonde girl, Elle, is leaning over his shoulder,

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action; BECAUSE I SAID SO

[raisedtobe]

[ Elle watches the whole thing from the Forge while she's in the kitchen of their shared apartment, getting a glass of water. The first thing that caught her attention, of course, was her own voice coming from it. Seeing Gabriel - the old Gabriel - brings up way too many feelings and causes her stomach to tighten with guilt. So she tosses the Forge onto the counter and goes back into the bedroom, shoving all of her feelings away as best she can. ]

Gabriel. [ She's standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. ] What in the hell was that? Some kind of new power you've picked up and forgot to mention? [ Though she's not really sure what use it would have if it was a power. ]

action; WELL OKAY THEN

[specialmonster]

[Sylar has still been trying to sort things out in his mind, bleary eyed and half asleep when she makes her way back into the room.] Elle? What are you talking abou-

[And it's about then that he realizes his Forge, which was lying on the bedside table, seems to be on. He picks it up and skims through it, only playing about three seconds of the video before shutting it off.]

Oh. You mean that.

It's not a power. Someone mentioned this to me when I got here, apparently once a month these things like to invade our minds, projecting dreams, memories, anything it might choose.

action; :3

[raisedtobe]

How nice of them to tell me about it. [ She moves over to the bed and more or less plops down beside him. ] Or for you to tell me about it.

[ She pulls her legs up so she's sitting Indian style, bottom lip caught between her teeth for a moment as she watches him. ] I guess I should be flattered that you dream of me.

action;

[specialmonster]

It slipped my mind. [Look they had had a lot of other things to discuss, okay?]

I dream about a lot of things. [Evasiveness seems like the way to go right now.]

Private | ...power stealing psycho convention is go.

[lovedthedeadone]

[Well. Interesting.]

[Roxanne smiles a little.]

Who do you want to be?

Private | ...power stealing psycho convention is go.

[specialmonster]

Now why exactly would I be telling a stranger that?

Private |

[lovedthedeadone]

Well, why not?

For one, a stranger is less likely to judge than someone you already know. And besides, even if they were to judge... why would you care? They mean nothing to you.

Private |

[specialmonster]

Fair enough.

In regards to the question, I'm still deciding.

[breakspromises]

...Are you really wearing a sweater vest? [The important part of this post obvs.]

[specialmonster]

It's a dream. I'm not really wearing it. [But he used to. /sobs.]

[breakspromises]

You dream wearing a sweater vest? You could have had something cooler.

So this didn't really happen?

[specialmonster]

It's not like I can control my subconscious.

No, it didn't.

[Voice]

[specialmonster]

Doesn't it just?

: [Voice]

[specialmonster]

That's me, I can't just do things like everyone else. [Certainly not going to mention that the scissors in his mother's chest was his doing.]

[video]

[girl_unlocking]

[For a moment she thinks this is an actual broadcast and not an invasion of privacy, because that blonde girl? She's been on the network before and---

---are those scissors? People don't normally walk around with scissors sticking out of their chests and asking questions that aren't full of ouch or wanting medical attention. But then she remembers what day it is. Ho close to the end of the month it is, and she just ...huffs.

It's out of her mouth before she can stop herself.]

I'm sorry.

[video]

[specialmonster]

[A raised eyebrow.]

Why? It's not like you invaded my brain and broadcasted this.

[video]

[girl_unlocking]

I know. And I'm glad because there's a thing I'd totally not want to be responsible for. Mist, comma the. Pissing in the cheerios of the Scorched since about last fall.

It just looked like ...it looked like kind of a bad dream, that's all. [That's not all. She is pinged by dead mother issues.]

I dream about my mom a lot, too. More since ...coming here. I thought that might be a. A thing.

[video]

[specialmonster]

You've been here that long then, since last fall?

...It wasn't a great dream, but I've had worse. [At least he wasn't dreaming about that time he killed his mom. That would have been awkward.]

A thing? Like the mist makes people focus on things they've lost even more than they normally would?