35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

[ichoosefight]

[ Audio ]

I'm back. That means crisis averted, right? Or at least ended. Whatever. [ A groan. She sounds beat all to hell and exhausted. ]

Feel like I was hit by a bus... that tried to dissect me.

[ Steph fumbles tiredly with the communicator a little, finally getting it set on Video so you can see the infirmary and confirm that yes, she looks tired, but relatively healthy. She doesn't have that "I haven't slept in days" look that death-tollers have. She gives the camera a sleepy little smile before turning serious. ]

Hey, uh, has anybody seen my backpack? It's... sort of dark green, pretty average looking? I had it when I... whatever I did. Got hit by a metaphysical bus. Anyway, it didn't make it to the infirmary with me. Do we have a lost and found here? We should start a lost and found.

[ Private to Tim and Dick, added a little later ]

[ She dun goofed. But Tim asked her to let him know, and Dick should probably know too. So. Somebody looks tired and upset with herself! ]

In the future, if you can at all help it, don't let me use this thing until I've had coffee.


[ooc | Forward-dated to tomorrow because my memo-machine is broken ]

Comments

voice

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ There aren't even words. She's just glaring at the communicator now, wishing that she'd been the one to pull the trigger. ]

voice

[maskurbates]

I can hear you breathing on the other end, sweetheart.

voice

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I have nothing to say to you.

voice

[maskurbates]

I could always tell when you were lying, Miss Brown.

voice

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ Lying, is she? Because the feed just clicked off B| ]

voice

[grayatonement]

There has to be something better you can do with your time than torment a teenage girl.

private;

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Like you're one to talk.

private;

[grayatonement]

Stay out of this.

private;

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

No.

I'd rather talk to you than him anyway.

private;

[grayatonement]

[Was not expecting that.]

What?

private;

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I'm only mad at you.

[ And it's giving her a distraction. Which is... weirdly nice. ]

private;

[grayatonement]

He's worse?

private;

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

The worst. [ Worse than Sylar, worse even than her father. He's the only one she has ever regretted not killing. ]

private;

[grayatonement]

Tell me he's not your father.

private;

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I might actually vomit at the thought if it wouldn't rip open my stitches.

private;

[grayatonement]

Then why?

voice

[maskurbates]

Sylar, isn't it?

I was wondering when you'd show up.

voice

[grayatonement]

I didn't want to disappoint you.

voice

[maskurbates]

You haven't.

How's tricks?

voice

[grayatonement]

Amusing, to watch the Barge unfold. If you give it time, it's always good for something to entertain. I've been enjoying the show.

What have you been busying yourself with?

voice

[maskurbates]

The same.

[Noncommittal. You're going to have to work much harder than that, Sylar.]

voice

[grayatonement]

Have you made friends with the resident villains yet?

[Who says he wants to? >:D]

voice

[maskurbates]

[There's a hint of a smile in his voice.]

Now, why would I want to do that?

voice

[grayatonement]

Because it's impossible to form any decent hierarchy and you're not making friends with the wardens any time soon.

I wouldn't blame you for wanting to work alone here.

voice

[maskurbates]

Work?