Exponential Forces [gluttony]

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar was already feeling the pain start up again as they entered the Nexus. He knew the morphine Smokey had given him wouldn't be enough. He'd told her so, but she hadn't budged. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

Or so he thought until they found this room. Everything anyone could eat was piled high onto a well-set room. Prime rib steak,

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[infantivore]

The food all smells delicious and it looks wonderful. Smokey is starting to get hungry again. She doesn't touch it, though. Why bother? It never fills her. Never. Not normal food, anyway. It only reminds her how hungry she is. The way Sylar just sits down and starts in on the banquet is annoying. They came to the nexus with a mission and he's already distracted. She doesn't have time for this.

"What are you doing? We have to find that cheerleader. Clair. Sylar!"

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar's eyes flick up to her, and he looks annoyed with her. She's interrupting. "I seem to remember you mentioning that you've had a chance to eat since we got away. I haven't had that luxury." So he's taking advantage of this food now. Besides, it's delicious.

[infantivore]

"Fine. Grab some and we'll go. I don't like this place... Something's wrong."
Smokey catches sight of some of the waiters passing and they frighten her. One snorts at her, seeming to pick up on her scent as she stands there...not eating... but moves on for now. Smokey wants food too. She wants food and she wants morphine, like Sylar. No...she wants flesh and heroin, but potato/tomato right?

"Yes. I ate. And I have no idea when I will again. You can eat any time!"

[makes_me_tick]

"But this is real food!" he says with annoyance. He's ignoring the wrong feeling. They can deal with pig-faced people, can't they? "it's fine. Give me a minute. Claire will wait, believe me."

[myheadisnotbig]

Dib's own pile of favorite foods sit on one side of the table: Oozing burgers, greasy fries, lo mein that looks like it would start wriggling at any moment. Just the way they were back home! Bags of Krazy Tacos, cases of supercaffinated MegaPoop cola, pizza that was eating through the table...

"Does... anyone have a clue what this place is? It's kinda weird, isn't it? All this food just here?"

Dib's stomach growled. He tried hard not to listen to it.

[makes_me_tick]

"It's the Nexus," Sylar says between mouthfuls of meatloaf, shrugging. He does take a moment to stare at Dib's food, trying to determine whether he should be eating any of that. The pizza, perhaps...he might want that later. He then gives Dib a long look over- he doesn't recognize the large-headed kid. "This sort of thing happens all the time, doesn't it?"

[infantivore]

"The food here is always free. Usually tainted with something too."
She pouts, jealousy. She used to like burgers so much. Now she can't even enjoy them. Maybe... Maybe one.

Smokey snatches up one of the big, greasy burgers and starts in on it. She doesn't know it was Dib's. His name isn't on it, is it? No sir. As she eats, the fullness from her last 'meal' seems to lessen.
"...Where are your parents, little boy?"

[myheadisnotbig]

"I'm not exactly little." He grumbles through a mouthful of french fries. This was technically true; he looks to be about sixteen, though he could be older. He easily looks like the type of teenager to whom puberty was an grudging obligation that he'd only made a half-assed attempt at so far.

"--and my dad's probably back home working on his superspork experiments. He wouldn't even believe this place exists so I haven't really told him about it."

Oh man, these fries were good! One bag has quickly become three. He stuffs his hand in bag number four for more, then yelps and brings his hand back with a bite mark on it.

"What the--?"

[shooting_gstar]

Shel has managed to survive the Wrath level and make it to Gluttony, although judging by the tears in the jacket she's wearing over her spandex and a few tears to the spandex itself, a couple of which even have small cuts to go with them, it was apparently a close thing. She looks over Sylar, Smokey, and Dib when she walks into the room, and takes their presence as a sign that there's nothing dangerous here

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar had noticed Shel appear and stuff some silverware in her pockets. What does he care? You can't eat silverware. He does glare at her a bit as she starts in on the chicken. When she pulls back, rather than...y'know, wondering what happened or being worried about danger, he smirks. Serves her right.

"Having problems?" he asks, gesturing at the chicken. A drumstick rips off of it and flies to his hand. He grins at her and bites into it, gesturing at the rest of the chicken, which floats over to join him. His knuckles are bloody- there's already a couple bites on his hands.

[myheadisnotbig]

Dib stared at the drops of blood spattering the other guy's food. He wasn't sure if the churning he felt in his gut now was revulsion or more hunger. Or both. He finds himself lurching foward, grabbing something, anything. The first thing he finds is an apple; it harmlessly rolls between his fingers but when he tears into it for a bite, he yells and pulls back, covering his mouth. He never shows blood; it's an effect of his tooniness. That didn't mean he couldn't taste it.

"There's thomething really wrong here." He says, lisping with the bitten tongue. He has to physically shake his hand to force himself to let go of the apple. "Food that bithes back, yeah, I can underthand that, but why do I keep wanting more anyway!? Ith a vithious cycle!"

[shooting_gstar]

Shel glares at Sylar as he takes the chicken, but manages to refrain from telling him precisely where she thinks he can stick it.

She looks at Dib for a moment then back to the food with a frown. "I think leaving would be a good idea." She has no idea where to go after leaving, mind, but she really wants to get away from this horribly tempting and horribly mean food.