[log] surrounded by balls [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Royce Melborn, Sylar
Location: building 29
Date: evening of 249
Summary: everybody hates the fucking shed
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

A small shed outside the school, going inside reveals sports equipment is being stored in here. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats, and the like. There's nothing that could be used as a weapon, though, unless you're going to try to hurl a basketball at someone's head. This is the only place on the campus it's possible to stay in overnight--if you try to stay anywhere else, you'll be made to leave at 7PM. The following is written on the wall in blue ink: "This is Building 46 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the shed in relation to the school. The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed". Behind the shed is a small army of snowmen armed with sports equipment. There's a drawing spraypainted on the inside of the shed. It has been labeled "GEROMY". The skin color has been left blank. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND SIX, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC." is written on the wall.

Comments

[devoutish]

[After talking with Sylar for a bit, Alfie's back to hunkering down next to Royce, as is usual for him. He's quiet for a while, and if Royce stays quiet too, eventually he'll give him a little nudge.]

It's your turn.

[bywolves]

[ Royce is quiet, like he always is these days. He's settled firmly into something distant and flat when Alfie makes his way over to sit. Royce doesn't look up, still in his cloak. ]

What? [ Give him a second. He's rebooting into being a people. ]

[devoutish]

I thought I'd restart the game; wake you up a bit. I don't like seeing you in your own head for this long.

[bywolves]

[ That's probably a good idea. Royce glances up at Alfie from the depths of his hood. ]

Don't know if I can manage the creativity right now. [ He mutters. Doesn't mean he won't try, he's just - waking up. Slowly. ]

[devoutish]

Make it easy, then. Doesn't matter; I'll gladly take the extra points.

[Not that they're really playing for points or keeping score, but whatever.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce thinks about it. ]

My feet hurt. I'm cold. I don't regret killing anybody I've ever killed.

[ Well, if that doesn't give anybody an indication of where his head is at... ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie responds to this by handing him another blanket.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce takes the blanket, burrowing into it. He'd be more sorry, but he can't summon up the effort. He just slowly sinks down the wall. ]

What, no guess? [ Gotta be a dick about it, too. ]

[devoutish]

It was an anomaly, Royce.

[bywolves]

She was in there. A part of her. [ Royce closes his eyes. ] She wasn't her anymore.

[devoutish]

[Alfie leans his shoulder into Royce's, the way they do so often now when one of them is upset.]

The only part of her that was there came from your memory, Royce.

[bywolves]

Makes it worse then, doesn't it. [ Royce breathes. ] I brought her here.

[devoutish]

You brought your memories, and Norfinbury stole them. That's different.

[bywolves]

[ Royce sags against Alfie, half for comfort and half for warmth. ]

It's your turn. [ Alfie guessed well enough. ]

[devoutish]

Of my whole body, my hands are the coldest, my feet are the coldest, or my face is the coldest.

[bywolves]

[ Royce glances up at him. ]

Hands. Is the lie.

[devoutish]

[He shakes his head and lifts a socked foot.]

Feet. Haven't got anything on my hands and face.

[bywolves]

Cover your hands with the wraps I made. [ Royce says, giving Alfie a look. ]

[devoutish]

... Mm. Forgot about those.

[He digs them out, and slides them on, wiggling his fingers.]

Wrap your feet in the blankets.

[bywolves]

[ Yeah, see. Royce is a good friend. He halp. ]

They're wrapped. Warm as I can get, right now. [ The only way he's going to get warmer is sitting in Alfie's lap at this point and he doesn't exactly want to go that far. ] Should look out for extra clothes to make things out of.

[devoutish]

Wrap them tighter, then. Use more blankets.

[He tosses him another one.]

I've found things, but they're thin. Better to save for wrapping wounds.

[termineur]

Hey.

[ Sylar's calling from the opposite corner. ]

You guys playing that two truths and a lie game? I like that one.

[ And he'd like them both to be a little less sad about it, too, if they could. He doesn't know what he'll be able to come up with, but it'd have to be better than the little snippets he's just heard. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah. It's Royce's turn. Well--

[He gestures Sylar over.]

Your turn, now. Come on, come on.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a small noise of agreement. ]

Your turn. [ Thankfully. ]

[termineur]

Okay. Hmmm, what did I stump Sherlock with awhile back?

[ He uses the thinking time to scoot his pack a little closer to the rest of them, and drapes a dark blue blanket with yellow stars in a constellation pattern over Alfie's shoulders and his arms. It's in great shape, still, and probably the nicest thing Sylar owns at the moment. ]

You could use it more than I can, right now. [ He sits down, cross-legged. ] Okay, so-

The sun got rid of my powers once. I went on a quest for a time traveler. I almost blew up New York.

[ That wasn't quite what he'd said before, but it was close. ]