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[doneanddoner]

Fred is holed up in her room at the Conrad Hotel, in the process of becoming engrossed in a very stimulating book. However, she has made the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on who comes across her) decision of leaving her door partially ajar.

Care to interrupt the bookworm?

Sam and Avery are behind the bar and in the basement of the Luna

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[its_notluck]

Claire has been keeping an eye on Sylar as much as she can. It's not been easy considering the fact that she doesn't know where he lives but she's been trying.

Still, it's just a fluke when she comes across him in Grant Park. She spots him first, arching a brow as she tilts her head while walking slowly towards him. "Sylar." She says his name in way of greeting him.

[technicallykill]

He can sense her long before she even approaches him, hands clasped behind his back as he proceeds to walk in what most might call a leisurely stroll - especially if they don't know him very well.

"Claire," he says, without turning around.

[its_notluck]

She catches up to him since her pace is a little quicker than his, definitely more determined. At least visibly so. "Hunting?" She asks, her tone seemingly conversational but there is an accusation in there as though she's already anticipating the trouble he can cause.

[technicallykill]

"Hunting? Hardly."

He stops walking as she catches up to him, and while he is listening to her, there's another part of him that's remaining aware, sensing others as they move about.

[gotbottle]

Rachel's out in the park, having left the Conrad to head out and do some things before work. She's striding along one of the sidewalks when she's sure she sees a familiar figure approaching from the other direction. She smiles, speeding up--she hasn't seen Spock for a bit, and she'd love to say hello and see how he's doing.

When she gets closer, however, it occurs to her that he's carrying himself way differently than she remembers. Something seems off, and by the time she's close enough to speak, she's starting to have her doubts. At the same time, she's been watching him long enough now that it'd be rude to just keep walking without saying something.

"Uh, sorry," she says with a sheepish smile. "You look like somebody I know. I didn't mean to, like, stare or anything."

[technicallykill]

"Do I?"

His interest is starting to become fairly piqued, but only time will tell if it will actually remain held right now. Though the fact that he bears a certain resemblance may or may not work in his favor.

"Well, that's a coincidence," he adds, grinning.

[gotbottle]

Rachel smiles too, relieved. "Yeah. There's this guy I met once... here in this park, actually. He's--"

And then the thought of having to possibly explain the concept of Wanderers to a guy who may not be one himself hits her. Her smile widens a bit, and she shrugs one shoulder, feigning disbelief.

"He says he's Mr. Spock, actually. But, I mean, his ears weren't even pointy. Can you believe it?" She laughs, and adds, "Anyway, thanks for being so understanding. I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was casing you as a potential mugging victim or something. I promise I'm harmless."

[technicallykill]

"Spock," Sylar says, echoing the name. "Well, I can't exactly say he sounds familiar, but if we look as identical as you say, I'll keep my eye out for him."

There's a chuckle that follows as she promises him of her harmlessness, and when it stops, he shakes his head.

"I wasn't terribly worried."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith walks past Fred's door, pauses, and backs up, knocking.

"Hey, Fred. How's it going?"

The icon is a bit gratuitous. The narration refuses to be blamed.

[doneanddoner]

Fred's head snaps up, and she blinks through her glasses at the woman standing in the doorway.

"Oh! Faith, hello. It's going well, I suppose. Well, it's not going poorly or spectactularly, so I guess well is just a good word to use in the majority of circumstances, at least."

[faithful_slayer]

"That's good." Faith leans against the doorframe. "Doing some research?"

[doneanddoner]

"Research? Oh, no."

She snaps the book shut with what sounds like a pretty heavy, dull thud.

"This is just a little light reading."

[deliciouslies]

Do you remember lizardbot, Sylar?

Because lizardbot remembers you.

And your shoelaces.

This particular model hasn't actually encountered Sylar before, but the communal memory of GLADoS's tiny legion marks this one organic as a special target. It skitters up behind him and launches a valiant attack on the man's right sole.

[technicallykill]

He can't say he's entirely familiar.

And lets out a shout as the thing clamps down near his foot.

"What the--"

[deliciouslies]

Om nom nom soles.

Lizardbot pays no heed to the shout, focusing instead of putting as many sets of needle-like teeth marks in the shoe as possible.

Somewhere along the lines, this particular set of tinybots has gotten the idea that Sylar's shoes are evil and must die. You would think the telephone game wouldn't work with robots, but with GLADoS as their mother, anything can go wrong.

[technicallykill]

Thanks to Claire - or her abilities, at least - he's not physically affected by all this chewing and gnawing for very long. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch, though.

He finally manages to get himself free and wonders exactly what ability he can use to get rid of this thing.