Sam's relaxing. Which in this case means he's wandering around the ruins of Los Angeles, looking for anything shiny or interesting.

So far he's turned up remarkably little, but then he hasn't searched most of the city yet.

Sylar is grumpy.

And alone.

And grumpy.

And sitting out in a field. There are wildflowers. He has graciously refrained from setting them on fire, which is the extent of his goodwill towards anything at the moment.

Botherable, if you feel like being yelled at and/or mauled.

Will is in one of the fields outside, doing his best to get the farm running again.

The weather is nice so his shirt is off and it feels good to have the sun on his back though he's still stiff.

The Cooper farm was under observation ( Read more... )

Sam has been working on the flying car. Modifying it.

For a car that doesn't run off petrol, this involves a surprising amount of both some sort of oil and, oddly, ash, which is why Sam is fairly filthy at the moment.

The mun tried to come up with a creative EP. He did. There was much trying.

However, there was also much fail, so Sam's just sitting out on the roof playing tunes on a leaf. He does that a lot.

Kate had glanced toward the noticeboard, but the flying thing was nothing she could help out with. Even though, if there was some way to get to England for Will, just so he could see his forest again ( Read more... )

Sam is being musical.

Which is to say he's up on the roof of the farmhouse with a leaf at his lips playing a slow, pleasant tune. He does that a lot. It's a thing.

Parijah'An had...not been here. She'd been frolicking about the ruins of Sydney, thank you very much, world. You know the usual. Collecting shells, contemplating elevators that still attempted to inform their inhabitants that they were going to the third floor even though the building was lying on its side underwater ( Read more... )

Will is doing a little better. There are so many new people and things that he's found himself spending most of his time outside in his tree or with Kate.

The ache in him that's missing Sherwood and home is almost painful as he sits in his tree and watches the world below.

(OOC: I EP finally, the headvoice got shy on me. Fair warning for angst ( Read more... )