[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]

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. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives him a nod in thanks, then tugs half of it around Royce. It's pretty easy to share, with Royce leaning up against him the way he is.]

New York's a very large city.

[He murmurs that for Royce's benefit, then says a little more loudly:]

Second one's my guess.

[bywolves]

[ Royce tilts his head a bit in thought. ]

Third one.

[termineur]

[ He smiles, just a little. ]

Royce got it. Everyone thought I was going to blow up the city, but it turned out to be one of the people who was trying to 'stop' me. He got clear of the place before he exploded, though.

[devoutish]

So it did explode, though it wasn't you?

[bywolves]

Mm... I thought nobody would have power enough to blow up a large city. Looks like I was wrong.

[devoutish]

Bombs. I've told you a bit about those, I think.

[Not to mention whatever weird power stuff happens on Sylar's world.]

[termineur]

It wasn't a bomb this time- it was Peter Petrelli. He copied people's powers if he was close to them, and he didn't have good control. Unfortunately, he got took close to a guy who was radioactive. Almost went nuclear on the place.

If it makes you feel any better, Alfie, Sherlock picked the same answer you did. Guess I don't seem like a quest-taking sort of guy.

[bywolves]

[ Radioactive. Like - they are, right, or is that something different? Royce looks up from where he's staring at the floor. He doesn't say anything about it, but. That's alarming.

A beat. ]

Time traveling would've been weirder if we weren't experiencing it right now.

[devoutish]

[Alfie has the same thought about the radioactivity. He doesn't say anything, but he catches Royce's eye and raises an eyebrow.]

[termineur]

Yeah, it would've been bad.

[ Apparently, he's addressing the looks they're both giving each other first. ]

And that's a good point, although- I don't know about you, but I feel pretty isolated from my usual place and time. Feels a bit different when you're in another dimension. I expect, anyway. The time traveler never brought me along. We didn't get along very well. Like, 'impaled me on a sword' not very well.

[bywolves]

[ He's not happy about the radioactive thing, Alfie, that's for damn sure, but he lets it drop for now. ] Mm. We were just talking about that. Didn't feel so much like we came here, just... woke up. This is nowhere close to where I came from.

[ A beat. ] I'm guessing you had some sort of healing ability that made it so you didn't die.

[termineur]

[ He puts a hand up to his mouth, tapping his chin for a moment. ]

Not at that point. Everyone that was standing there will probably be getting cancer in a decade or two.

But it didn't turn out too bad. His brother can fly, and he swooped in and took Peter up into the atmosphere. Nothing close enough to kill anyone. Not even his brother- don't know how the Petrellis swung that one. His whole face should've burned off.

[devoutish]

[Sorry Sylar, they're around each other pretty much all the time, and so they've gotten pretty good at the nonverbal communication thing.]

Is that something else that radiation causes? Cancer?

[That's... good to know.]

[bywolves]

I don't know what that is. [ Cancer, he means. ]