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001 :: Video
[ She'd been paying attention as much as she could when the kedan explain the console to her, but part of her had thought that it couldn't possibly be that difficult. All you have to do is hit the button. Easy. Right?
She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]
Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.
She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]
I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.
[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.
Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]
We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?
[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.
A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]
Okay-bye.
[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.
It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.
Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]
She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]
Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.
She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]
I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.
[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.
Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]
We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?
[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.
A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]
Okay-bye.
[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.
It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.
Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]
video.
Hey, no problem. Food makes everything better and I've got time on my hands. [Speaking of food though...] Anything you're really craving right now? Mac and cheese and pulled pork sandwiches are a no good, but if you want, like, soup over rice and vegetables, I can do that.
[There is no euphemism here, thanks.]
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As long as it isn't fattening and, you know, isn't alive or whatever kind of food they have here.
[ Because let's not be stupid, here. Just because she's wound up on a giant turtle is no reason to gain weight. ]
video --> action?
So that's a 'no' on the snails and a 'maybe' to sashimi. [JUST KIDDING.] Anyway, I'll be over soonish.
[And true to his word he does show up some twenty-ish minutes later with a large plastic bag containing a container of soup, a toasted sandwich, and a slice of chocolate cake. (What? Chocolate cake makes everything better.)]
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[ When he comes by, she quickly smooths her hair before she opens her doors and sticks her hands behind her back after. Keep calm, Elle. ]
Hi!
[ She notices the bag of food and nudges the door open with her shoulder. ]
Come on in.
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Order of escargot to go? [Luckily for Elle, she doesn't get much time to be properly horrified before he relaxes and tacks on a:] Just kidding. There's soup, a sandwich, some cake. I know you said nothing fattening but sugar makes everything better.
[He moves into the suite with an easy stride, heading for the nearest flat surface so he can unpack all the foodthings.]
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A little won't kill me. [ She sorts through the food he's brought and takes a careful taste of the food. Huh. It's actually good. She takes another bite. ]
So you got a girlfriend? [ A name would help, too. It had been on the screen, but she'd forgotten to look. Damn it, she really needs to get her act together. ]
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No current girlfriends, one ex-girlfriend, and one ex-wife.
[Said in a tone that makes it seem like he's listing off the grades on his college transcript and not the entire history of his past relationships. Still, it's mostly all water under the bridge to him. He can't remember the last time he talked to Peggy and he's on surprisingly good terms with Jess.
--Oh right.]
None of 'em are here though, which makes my life a lot easier.
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Okay. Don't get discouraged. That doesn't mean they still can't play. ]
That's a shame, though. You must get lonely.
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Not really. I've got a guy that keeps me warm at night.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
That explains a lot.
Okay, then. No sex from me unless you're bi, I guess.
So... why did you bring food if you're gay?
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Actually, I'm kidding about that. Really. [Though he turns thoughtful here for a second.] Though I don't think I'd be against doing it with a guy, if he were good enough.
[He does have standards, okay. But in any case, the whole intent of him swinging by with food was not so he could get into a long conversation about his - or anyone's - sex life.]
And also because I thought it was a good thing to be nice to newcomers? You know, the whole 'do unto others as you would yourself' thing?
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[ She looks down at her soup. He isn't just weird, he's also dumb enough to think that niceness will get you ahead in life. ]
You did this... just to be nice?
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The point is that Scott's kind of confused by this whole exchange.]
Coming from someone who basically just offered to have sex with me five minutes I after I walked in. [It's a lame comeback but whatever. Deal with it.] And yeah, I did this to be nice, though if you wanna tip me I won't say no. Things to buy, mouths to feed, the whole shebang.
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[ She pushes the soup bowl away and starts in on the sandwich. She's hungrier than she thought she would be, that's for sure. ]
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Is that how you pay for your groceries? By offering to screw the cashier?
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[ She goes in for another bite and then pauses. ]
Why? Does that work? Are there any human grocery-people, or is it the kedan people?
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Wouldn't know, I've never tried it. Most of them are run by kedan though—if that's what you're into.
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So which ones are run by straight guys? Humans. Or gay girls, I don't mind.
[ She doesn't see how it would make any difference, at least. ]
action; hi you're beautiful just so you know
[But god, why is he even having this conversation, maybe this is his cue to leave. Though wait, he has to add in a rebuttal first--]
--And I already told you, I'm not gay.
action; Hi, thank you, when you're ready to build me a monument I have some designs you can use thnx
action; oh excellent just email them to me and I'll start building asap
action; bluff called. You are clever, my friend. Very clever indeed.
action; I try, I try.
Re: action; I try, I try.
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[The instructions for Dick Grayson's mac and cheese follow.]
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Have you been holding out on me all this time?
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And second, dude. You never asked. I've also got recipes for a decent pizza, pasta sauce, butter tarts, and a stone that detects tribble meat. Just in case. Oh. And I know where you can get hot dogs.
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You should hand over the pizza + sauce though. And the hot dogs. But not the tribbles. Why do you even need that?
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Because the tribbles turned up right around the rationing. I'd rather starve than eat Gonzalez's 14th cousin.
[Recipes follow, as well as locations of vendors that sell hot dogs now.]
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[He has some food to deliver right now.]