[Private to Isaac]
I just can't through to you, can I? We haven't had much time to talk, but it just seems like no matter what I try, I'll fail you. Fail with you; neither of us will get what we want, in the end. You'll be here, forever miserable, and I'll... well, I don't know. Point is, this isn't working. Never has, but I always hoped it would ( Read more... )

... Admiral, you're a bastard. Learn to fucking drive.

[Ted's become Karen, his wife, aka the woman he accidentally gave cancer to, aka the whole reason he's here. Expect much grouchyness. Since I have no other icons of Karen because the actress isn't credited anywhere, enjoy a default comic icon!]

[Sorry for the Ted spam, guys! This'll be the last for several days, promise! Also, this is forward-dated to tonight. Posting it now while I still have work internet! ^.^]

[This time, the video is intentional! Ted turns it on, and after an awkward moment of staring and realizing that the camera is, in fact, on, he speaks.]Well I finished the Joker ( Read more... )

[The Item wasn't on the desk's edge this time. No, he kept it close by, on an easel. An easel that he bumped, causing the Item to fall, and click on Video. He's not painting, but the Item has a clear view of his most recent portrait, along with quite a few others.]

( The cheapest effect on Photoshop history: lens flare! )

[Ted bumps the communicator off his desk and it clicks on video. He's unaware of it because he's currently zombie-eyed and painting frantically like a frantic painting... thing. His usually unkempt appearance is even more messy, with a sleeveless white shirt marked in several spots with paint, as if he had used it to wipe off his brush ( Read more... )

( Private Notes to The Admiral, Isaac, Claire, Sylar & Tim. )

Death toll. Second time. Either I have the worst luck, or--actually, no. I think I just trust the wrong people. Next time an old guy is being attacked by zombies? No rescue from me.

I'm hoping everyone made it back okay. Denise, Rayne, uh... other guys I didn't catch the name of? Survived okay?

[Private to Alistair]You and me, man. Wait till I'm ( Read more... )

[Written hastily in a moment of Not Being Swarmed by Zombies. At the moment he's separated from his group with Alastair. This was not a smart move. He also doesn't bother with filters. Zombie apocalypse, yo. No time for filters!]

Isaac, Claire, Ned, Dr. Martha, Adam... roll call, status, whatever. I need to know you guys are okay.

What the hell ( Read more... )

I hate hospitals. At least this one doesn't smell like death disinfectant. Medicine-y smell, sure, I can deal with that.

Sylar, you're damn lucky I'm stuck in this bed. That's all I gotta say.

...How did I even get to the infirmary, anyway? Is that like part of the Barge's... thing, or whatever? Just automatically wake up here after you die?

[ ( Read more... )

[Post-flood, a day after this log. Ted's death-tolling it up at Infirmary. He'll have severe laryngitis the next couple of days. Right now he's all sorts of RAAAGE at what Sylar did, even more because he agreed to it. He needs someone to talk, peeps ( Read more... )