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06 - Video - That was actually kind of fantastic

[ Private to Donny Donowitz ]

I don't really know what to say about... all that, except... [ she looks thoughtfully off to the side and smiles, ] I actually had a lot of fun. Only based on my own experience, I'm guessing the guy I met wasn't the real you. So, unless you're completely grossed out by everything that happened, I'd sort of like to get to meet the real you. What do you think, too weird?

[ Public ]

So. About that. I hope you boys enjoyed the 'show', because it will never. Happen. Again. And you better be careful what you say to me for the next day or two, because I've been told I have a mean right hook.

[ Despite the threats, she doesn't really seem that bothered by the whole thing. In fact, she's got a bit of a lingering smile. It grows into a full on grin as she turns around and picks up this little number, showing it to the screen. ]

Oh, and Shego? I, uh, made this for you. I'd keep it as a souvenir except [ she starts snickering, ] it's not really my color.

[ooc | Looking back, I feel it should be clarified that Stephanie Brown has not slept with any of you. Ever. She's just an awful tease ;D ]

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The hospital?

[Yes, he wants to know everything about her. Everything. It has as much to do with knowing about Tim as it has to do with friendship, but there is a friendly aspect there. He doesn't really want to lose her anymore.]

Maybe we can work something out. Once a week, make waffles as part of breakfast.

She's a nurse at West Mercy Hospital. [ It's easy enough to tell him, common Stephanie Brown knowledge. It also has nothing to do with Tim, so she isn't the least bit suspicious. ]

You have no idea how happy that would make me. [ But her smile might give him an inkling. ]

What about your father? Did you have any siblings? [He's eager. He might have tried not to sound like he's interrogating her, but he's not entirely certain how to do so.]

If I had known it was that easy.. [He teased slightly, smirking again.]

Like I said, my kryptonite.

[ She tenses up a little when he asks about her dad. ] No siblings, just me and mom. My dad didn't work, per se.

I thought kryptonite hurt Superman?

[He casts a sideways glance in her direction, noticing that tension and wondering what she means.] "Per se?"

[They enter onto the first level, nearing the dining hall. He's surprised to find himself resilient to enter, wanting her to himself right now. No comment or gesture is made to that effect, however, as he continues walking with the same arrogance.]

Figure of speech.

[ She's trying very hard to sound like it doesn't matter, like she's not still angry at her dad, even now. She barely even notices they're approaching the dining hall. ] I thought we weren't going to talk about the past.

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[Sylar lifts a hand to her shoulder, stepping around to stand in front of her, hoping to stop her there. He lets his hand slide down to her arm, gently holding her there to remain in control.]

I'm sorry.. [He pauses.] I'm not very good at talking to people. If you don't want to talk about your past, we won't.

[ She stops, as much in surprise as anything else. ]

It's alright, I don't really mind. I just... don't like talking about my dad. It tends to make me angry.

[He looks at her a moment longer, silently, then turns to begin walking again. His hand moves from her arm to her hand only long enough to pull her along with him, then he releases her.]

Do you have an inmate yet?

[ She follows behind with a sad smile, glad that he isn't pushing it. ]

Not yet. I've mostly been spending my time reading, honestly.

Maybe you could find an inmate to warden, even if you're not assigned. There's enough people running amok here. I'm sure you could find someone.

[Sylar throws a smirk back in her direction, then slows a little until she's beside him to continue walking, arriving at the dining hall.]

Maybe you could warden me. [Another smirk.]

[ She laughs a little at that, catching up to him easily. ] Tim might never forgive me.

[ A small pause, while she makes a show of considering this idea before grinning deviously. ] Maybe I should.

[The killer steps forward to open the door for her, the smirk still painting his lips. He likes her much more than he would have guessed; Tim apparently had decent taste in women, until Shego. Sylar follows her into the dining hall, staying a half-step behind her as they move toward the line for food.]

Of course, there are so many different methods of wardening. [He leans forward slightly to whisper near her ear.] You could be bad for my recovery.

[ She flashes him an admonishing smile, as though he were a friend trying to cheat at a carnival game. ]

Trying to sabotage your own recovery? Well I don't screw up people's lives anymore. You must be thinking of the other Stephanie.

[Sylar rolls his eyes and presses his lips forward as he steps around her to take the lead in receiving food. He grabs a tray and sets one for her on the rail beside him, then begins progressing down the line, speaking casually while not really looking at her.]

Too bad. I had something more enjoyable in mind. [A beat.] Why are you having dinner with me?

[ He's leading her in entirely the easiest direction. She takes advantage of him not looking at her to bite her lip, following him down the line. Why is she having dinner with him? ]

I like you, you're nice. I think we have a lot in common. I hate eating dinner alone. How many reasons do I need?

The first is enough. [He responds sincerely, neither arrogant or deeply moved. Sylar feels like he's been losing friends lately and having any friends beyond his own world makes him feel better about his chances here, whatever that means at any particular moment. At the end of the line, just before grabbing a water to drink, he glances back at her and the smirk returns just a hint.]

I'm just trying to think of things to talk about that don't involve the past, that don't touch on the darker side of the Barge. It doesn't leave much.

There's an awful lot of taboo subjects, huh. We could talk about books? I just started Idylls of the King.

Oh? [Accompanied with a quirk of his brow, it's all he offers to inquire more about the book.]

[ Like she needs an excuse to talk. She picks up her tray and starts looking for a table. ]

Yeah, I'm kind of on a King Arthur binge. It's written as a series of really long poems. I got through The Coming of Arthur and part of Gareth and Lynette. I am surprisingly something of a poetry fan.

[He purses his lips and watches her, then strides forward when he catches sight of a table he wants. Sylar glances back halfway to check if she's following, but makes no sign of slowing. Eventually, he sets his tray on the table's edge in front of a chair but won't sit until she's done the same.]

Poetry? I like some, I suppose. Long poetry, like The Highwayman. Short poetry I find to be a waste. I want them to tell a story in themselves, not as a continuation of another.

[ She follows him and sits down. ]

You'd love Idylls of the King, then. I was a little surprised that it didn't have the whole sword in the stone story, but the alternative was really just as good.

[Sylar cants his head a hint, not so confident that he would be as fond of the poetry as Stephanie seems to believe. The inmate sits after she does, though in a way that almost suggests he wasn't waiting for her as much as just taking his time. He picks at his food after they're both settled.]

I generally prefer non-fiction.

[ She takes a few bites before responding. ]

Non-fiction poetry. Okay, shoot. What sort of stories are there?

[He laughs a little at that, unable to contain himself. Then, still smiling, he shakes his head just a hint.]

I meant non-fiction books, novels. Fictional poetry is fine.

06 - Video - That was actually kind of fantastic

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spam; Any good ideas to keep this going or are you okay with random chatter or assume the rest?

spam; Random chatter's always good for making references in the future. anything in mind?

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Sorry. Assume the rest?

sure thing! no worries.

Thanks. Phone tagging from a waiting room right now.