I can see what makes you tick.

Is Washu still around? I could really use her help right now.

It's all going wrong again, even more than just our normal bout of dinosaur-spouting curses. The City moves in cycles once more. I remember July being busy the last couple of times I was here for it, and not in a good way. Mysteries dot the Network this year. It makes me wonder if they all tie together. The only real constant is that a lot of people seem to be losing their minds lately. Let's hope it doesn't last.

At least the recent kidnapper has been found and captured. I can only hope the punishment fits the crime, but I know things are never that simple.

[ooc: Bedtime! I'll be back for tags in the morning. :3 ]

There's nothing I can do. We escaped, but it's too late for everything else.

[there's a long pause- for awhile, it seems that this is all he's going to say]

I think...the shop's going to be closed for awhile.

Does anyone know how to deal with shock?

( ooc )

( Deity Filter )

I woke up today to find my rocky road melted all over the counter. Rudy, you haven't been hit with a snack-destroying curse today, have you? And if anyone broke into my house just to destroy my ice cream supply- that was all you could think of, really? Either way, it's a shame, but rather inconsequential when compared to some of the things we've been through the past month.

Every time I start hating this place, it comes back around. I suppose it all runs in cycles.

....no, it can't be.

Mom? But you're- right, so'm I....best decision I've ever made, actually.

I know, I didn't mean to...I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't even try.

But I can try now. I can do almost anything. Just tell me, please, and I'll do it. I love you.


Mom? Where are you? Please, tell me. Please, I need to see you!

Thank you... I'll be right there!


( ooc )

I remember this day. These pictures can be very insightful...or misleading. Sometimes embarrassing. If any of you found pictures of me, feel free to ask me about them. I've taken a look at a few myself- too curious for my own good, as usual.

I've been thinking of a career change. Apparently the good ol' watch shop could be bringing me down a little. Anyone have any suggestions? Any job I take on is going to need to be meticulous, with a number of ways to distract my mind. I might just throw myself into research- that's nice and distracting, don't you think? Possibly unsatisfying, unfortunately, considering our current situation. I do still want to teach, but finding students is the hard part, there. I'll just have to see what I can come up with.

[ooc: Photos! I have lots. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight. Feel free to have anyone find these! There's probably multiple copies floating about. ]

Oh- hello? Is this thing on? I don't hear the--

I- I'm Gabriel Gray. I know most of you don't know me- I'm the best watchmaker in Brooklyn, but that's still- well, not exactly news.

But I do have news! I'd like to formally announce my betrothal, my- my engagement, my whatever-you-feel-like-calling-it to Miss Dawn Summers. We're getting hitched in the summertime. She's just made me the happiest man in the Big Apple.

Is there some way I can get this written up in the papers?

( ooc )

I'd strongly advise people not to look into their mirrors today. Cover them up- break them, even. I imagine it'll be worth it.

It's really too bad. I know some people were still reeling from this weekend's curse, and this is sure to cause havoc- which, of course, seems to be what the deities want. Hope most manage to get by without too much damage done today.

If there's anyone from the police available and listening to me on the Network right now, could you spare a moment?

[ ooc: So this post is set private to Peter and Claire- HOWEVER, it's not terribly well-encoded, so reasonably decent hackers should be able to get into it if they'd like. Feel free to have your character break in, take note, or even respond...he probably won't be replying back much, though, if at all. The signs behind Sylar and Faith will place them in an alley near Building 12, for those paying close enough attention- however, I'd appreciate if in-person rescue help (other than those I've already talked to) doesn't arrive until after all of this goes down.

Oh, also? This is what happened before the recording turned on, for those curious. Both that post and this post are very heavy on the violence, just to warn.]

It's late, and the video reflects that. There's a sillhouette in the dark of the alley, a couple of lighted signs visible in the streets beyond it. Those familiar with him will see that it's Sylar right away. He steps forward to look closely at the wall, and it becomes apparent that there's someone smashed up against it. "You really do a professional's job of making things hard on yourself, don't you?" he says, staring at the person on the wall. "But I can see the effort you're putting into it- the three of them at once? You should've saved someone to hit me with later." He chuckles and shakes his head. "Then again, you never did plan terribly well. Now--"

Electricity runs over his hands, small bolts of it separating to zap at the person's face and shoulders. ( Now it's possible to see that the person is Faith, who looks a little worse for wear. )

You know how much easier it is to knock things over when you have telekinesis? ....okay, actually, not very. But considering the handicap, I suppose I'm playing couch potato today- huh, never thought I'd say that before. Still, it makes for plenty of time to talk to the Network, and I have kept quiet for so very long.

So I've been noticing recently, a lot of people have been losing their support structures, one by one. Terrible thing, isn't it, to lose the people that have been holding you together? Sadly, it's a fact of life, and especially a fact of this City. Things change quickly, no one really sticks around very long. And those that do will always let you down.

Do you fight against it? Because even if you're from far kinder worlds than mine, you still have to face the fact that here, people will be torn from you at the worst times. If you're from different worlds, you may never see them again. Of course, there's no guarantee you'll see the ones from your world, either. The only 'guarantee' of staying put either way is to die, and- well, let's just say I've seen people get around that little caveat.

So how do most of you handle this?

( ooc )

I have my memories back. Not only that, but I'm me again- however better or worse that might be. It was a hell of a time, back home. Thankfully, that's all over now, even if I'm never going to get that popcorn grease out from under my nails.

Thank you to everyone who was willing to help me out when I was last here. I appreciated the effort, I know I was tough to talk to.

The watch shop is, once again, closed for repairs. I made a mess of things when I was pulled out before. That's okay, it'll give me time to take care of a few things.

( Private to Peter )