I can see what makes you tick.

Thank you to everyone that helped me the night I arrived. I apologize for how unstable I must have seemed, I imagine I didn't help with the craziness of the rips and the blood. But I assure you I'm doing better now- much like the City, it seems. All I needed was a good night's sleep and some food.

Unfortunately, the amnesia is still affecting me- I've had little bits and pieces come back, but they don't seem to mesh with the few things people have told me about myself. I know I'm supposed to be a watchmaker- and I seem to have the talent for it, from somewhere- but it doesn't feel like something I would do.

As such, if there's anyone willing to help me recover my memories, I'd very much appreciate it. If there's anyone willing even to tell me what they know about me, that would be wonderful. The faster I piece this together, the faster I can get back to leading a full life.

Well, well. Looks like I've got the ability to melt things back.



...or, apparently, just the ability to melt toasters. Thanks, City. What would I do without you?

So as people may know, I've been hired as the chief accountant of Blair's company. I'm truly honored and excited for the upcoming work it will bring. It's definitely something new, and we all know how much I like that. I plan to continue with regular hours for the shop- however, if that becomes too much, I may shorten the hours a bit. Don't worry, Tom, that won't affect any further instruction you may be looking for.

I'd really like to meet all the other hirees, get us started off on the right foot. Perhaps I should put together a little something at my place? Not today, though. I'm rather occupied. But hey, feel free to say hi. I'm a friendly guy, promise.

Anyone else want some pie? I think we're going to have some leftovers here.

( ooc )

Pyrokinesis...or is it pyrogenesis, technically? Either way, I'm enjoying the day. Probably more than others. If anyone would could use some help controlling themselves, I'd be happy to offer some assistance. I do believe there's been plenty of advice on the Network already, however.

The nature of firestarters has always intrigued me, in our books and movies. I do wonder how realistic it is- I would think that if one had such a volatile power, they'd either pull in on themselves or work continuously for control. However, the firestarters I've seen in the media are all cocky, impulsive, even flakey. What sort of sense does that make?

So this is, what, two curses that aren't particularly terrible? For me, anyway. I do hope people are getting through the day without setting the whole City on fire. I didn't get much done on Tuesday, but the tea was wonderful.

Um, hello. I haven't really had the chance to say this before, but I do want to thank you for rescuing me. I didn't deserve to be saved, and he definitely didn't. People have showed me such kindness this week, and I can't say thank you enough. It's things like this that show me how wrong I've been about- well, everything, really. And now that I'm paying attention, I think I can actually do something about it. I just need to keep control.

Mr. Fortenberry? I apologize for the delay in your work- I was detained. However, if you're still free to help out with the glass cabinets, I'd greatly appreciate it. It's the last task before I can open my shop again, and I would love to get back to it. It feels like it's been forever.

Luke, you're coming over for dinner tomorrow, right? I thought I'd try pasta, but if you have any preferences, voice them now.


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Sylar wakes up on a slab, wincing and groaning in pain. He blinks once, twice, then tries to push himself up to a sitting position, only to fail and fall back. His hair is shaved short, his clothes stripped and replaced with a non-descript white t-shirt and drawstring pants, and he has something plastic coming out of the back of his head. When he runs over his neck and finds it, that seems to wake him up quite nicely. His eyes widen and he scrambles up to sit.

His eyes narrow at the glass and stone around him, the small sink and the toilet. He finds his communication device and reaches down to grab it, staring into the camera.

"So this is a curse day?" he asks, voice gravelly. "Fun."

He drops the device suddenly, and it clatters down to the slab he's sitting on. Sylar holds his arms together, crossing them until he realizes there's blood under his hands. Large slices have appeared down his arms, as if cut with an invisible knife. All start oozing blood immediately. He groans in annoyance and lays back onto his sorry excuse for a pillow.

[ooc: Possible action for Mohinder, who is across the hall- video/voice for everyone else. I'm not going to bother listing all the things he's done to warrant this treatment. XD ]

Well, this certainly cheered me up. A new set of tools? I've no doubt they'll be gone at the end of the day, but will any of my creations? I suppose we'll just have to see.

Some of the few watches I have left are different as well. I've jotted down their designs so that I can recreate them after they're gone. Of course, rebuilding's going to have to come first, but this ought to give me something to do after.

Anyone having a hard time handling their technology today? I could probably provide some insight- or fix it, if need be.

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( Private to Luke )

The economy here, like anything in the City, is difficult to gauge. Since opening my shop, I've had erratic spikes in both directions, highs and lows that make it difficult to budget. I get by just fine because I tend to live simply, and I fix everything I own. But how about the rest of you? Are things pretty steady in your lines of work, whatever they may be? Has anyone had a hard time earning enough for their basic necessities?

Oh, and I'm planning on having a summer sale this weekend. 20% off the cheap stuff, and my nicer timepieces are far more negotiable than usual. I suggest anyone with an eye for fine craftmanship come on by.

I remember everything. And it's clear now. It's so much easier when I don't have that push all the time.

But I can't blame my ability for everything. Yesterday taught me that.

I don't have any powers today. No regeneration, no telekinesis, nothing. Anyone with a grudge, now's your chance to act on it. Before I do.


( ooc )

I'm taking an early day. Deliveries have been sent out for timepieces and jewelry due to be fixed this week- you will be billed later. I just might take the rest of the week off. If there are any repair emergencies, feel free to contact me at my personal number. Even I need a vacation sometimes, apparently.

I'll still hold my horology class tomorrow night, if any of my students would like that. Just let me know and I'll be glad to have it. Otherwise, take a break yourselves.

( Private to Hong Mei )