[log] Decoherence [open]

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Characters: anyone
Location: In Norfinbury, and yet not.
Date: At all times, and yet not.
Summary: What you remember isn't what happened, probably. A place to play out situations that happened in the test drives or elsewhere. Things that happened and didn't happen.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

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[devoutish]

Never heard of her answering a question about who's murdered who.

[But then again, he's never heard of her refusing to answer such a question, either - to his knowledge, no one has ever asked.

Sylar's question gets another grin, though.]

Funny time to ask, don't you think?

[termineur]

[ He breaks into an agreeable chuckle. ]

Maybe. But you're the first person I've met who hasn't been an idiot. I appreciate that.

And hey, maybe it'd keep us from getting in each other's way.

[devoutish]

Now, the question is, would teaming up with you make me an idiot.

[He loops the binoculars around his neck and continues pawing through the bag.]

[termineur]

Not a bad question.

[ He knows his reflexes weren't exactly the best tonight, after all.

The lockdown alert starts beeping on both of their tablets. ]

Sounds like you're gonna have all night to figure that out, at least.

[devoutish]

Mm. Gonna bother you, spending the night with your robber?

[He's guessing no.]

[termineur]

Nah.

[ He doesn't tend to sleep, the nights he ends up with people anyway. But that's not really a problem. The iffy part was being on his best behavior to convince Alfie a team-up was a good idea. ]

Gonna bother you too much, spending the night with your rob-ee? If so, I'd really prefer bleeding out to freezing to death. Just so you know.

[devoutish]

Mm. I'm not afraid of you, mate.

[termineur]

[ That prompts a slight, confused narrowing of Sylar's eyes. ]

Were we talking about fear? I just wanted to know if I was invited to this slumber party.

[devoutish]

I was answering your question, there. I'm not bothered.

[Granted, he's also not thrilled about the idea of staying in the same house as someone he's just robbed - it creates too many chances for Sylar to rob him back. But--]

But I'm not kicking you out. No.

[He's also going to think a little more about the idea of them traveling together, but he'll keep quiet about that for now.]

[termineur]

[ He relaxes slightly and rolls his shoulders both backwards and forwards. He tends to be fidgety when he's not being held by knife-point. ]

All right. Some good news today.

That being said, there's a difference between wariness and fear. You seem like one of those people who doesn't feel fear. At least not very often.

[devoutish]

I feel fear.

[But it's true, he doesn't feel it often.]

And I've got a healthy dose of caution when it comes to you, mate. I think that's fair.

[termineur]

[ His mouth quirks up into a small, amused smirk. ]

Yeah, that's really fair.

So what now? I had a candy bar I was looking forward to having part of today- it's yours now, of course. But d'you think I could have a bite? I'll trade you for it.

[devoutish]

Ah, don't be silly, mate. You have a bite of your candy bar for free. Here--

[He starts digging around, looking for it.]

I'll even give you half. What kind is it?

[termineur]

It's a Snickers. It's probably on the side of the pack.

[ He says it with a smile, because he honestly hadn't expected to be getting any of it at this point. Figured Alfie would want to make a point about his newly-acquired items, but the guy is being very reasonable. ]

Probably not great for a dinner, but what is, here? At least it's a lot of calories.

[devoutish]

I've never had a Snickers. Do you think it's kosher?

[He unearths it and starts unwrapping.]

[termineur]

[ Sylar looks to the side, clearly trying to figure it out. ]

No idea. I grew up Catholic. It's got chocolate, caramel, peanuts, and nougat. And probably a bunch of artificial junk.

Have you actually kept kosher while you're here?

[devoutish]

Nah.

[Which is why he has no qualms about biting into it - carefully, because it's frozen through.]

[termineur]

[ Sylar smirks and watches Alfie work at it. Yeah, the coldness is a problem. ]

Generally it's better if its room temperature, but when the hell we're gonna see that, I don't know. Still not too bad though, right?

[ He likes the candy bars the best of the crap junk food they come across. ]

[devoutish]

Not bad, yeah. Not bad.

[He does sound a little skeptical, though, because this thing is hard as a rock.]<./small>

Chocolate tastes a bit funny. Too sweet.

[termineur]

That's right, you're from awhile back, aren't you? People have added more and more sugar to their diet as the times go by. And different types. Take a look at the wrapper, it'll tell you what it has in it.

[ His stance has relaxed considerably, far less ready to attack and be attacked. He's already lost that battle, for what it was worth. That Alfie is okay with being relatively friendly only lets Sylar enjoy the time. ]

[devoutish]

[He raises his eyebrows at Sylar, then takes out his pince-nez to peer at the tiny writing on the ingredients list.]

"Hydronated soybean oil". The fuck is that, eh?

[termineur]

No idea.

[ He admits this, because Alfie's going to find every other modern person has the same take on 'food'. ]

My guess is they crushed the oil out of a soybean and mixed it with water somehow? It's probably sweet, or a good preservative.

[devoutish]

Then we've got "artificial flavor". No more details than that. Mm.

[termineur]

Heh. Yep, there's a reason this sort of thing is called 'junk food.' I'm gonna guess that 'artificial flavor' is something they made in a lab. But most of what we get out of the vending machines is that way.

Nice that they'd label something and still tell us less about it, huh?

[devoutish]

Is this something that will kill me, mate?

[He's... maybe 95% joking.]