A note has been toed underneath Darla's excessively leafy door. The handwriting and signature belong to Chandra Suresh.

It says: I'm so glad you're alive. It says: I hope you're safe. It says: we need to find one another again.

It gives an address.

In Metropolis, there is a motel.

It's haunted by something that you can't see, can't hear, can't smell, can only feel as a chill in the air.It's been abandoned for a long time. There are signs of later habitation -- clothes, disturbed dust, a little food -- but nothing more recent than the unbroken circle of salt around it that was laid down more ( Read more... )

It's a regular caravan that shows up at Metropolis today.

Vehicle One: The Coraline, a modifies pick-up truck being driven by everyone's favourite bloodthirsty pirate, with a distinctly anti-killing ex-Robin in the passenger seat. The ghost of a teenage girl is technically sitting on the roof of the cabin, but sometimes she pokes her head in to ( Read more... )

There may be plenty of things to complain about, but all in all Sylar has come out of this situation on top.

Not so long ago he was a ghost, barely conscious, barely even tangible, haunting a stinking alley in a decimated city. The decimated city part hasn't changed, and he's now occupying the body of a young woman who can shoot fireworks of all ( Read more... )

A man walks into the city, having been brought here from the Farm. He is currently looking for a place to stay.

A hunting bag is on his shoulder, and in his hand is a very sharp knife.

If you help him, you'll have a friend. If you annoy him . . . well, I suggest you don't do that.

Metropolis is the biggest, highest populated, most important functioning city in the world. It also, right now, isn't much of a fucntioning sity - the police are pushed to their limits, the population is higher than it can really support and its economy is crazy thanks to a distinct lack of anywhere to trade with. Crime is higher than it used to be ( Read more... )

In Metropolis....

Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.

Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to ( Read more... )

[OOC: Intuition has the power to walk in dreams. She does it when she sleeps, at random; the process isn't under her control. If you feel like threading out an Inty cameo in your pup's dream, tag away! Check her character tag for past examples.]

Sylar inna field.

Sent to sleep with superpowers.

Not yet eaten by Triffids.

Botherable.

Flash. BANG.

And somewhere in the ruin of New York, not far from a parkful of triffids, three people appear in varying states of confusion.

Darla was leaning against a wall. Since that wall is now thin air, there's a bit of a flail as she sorts out her balance.