Listen up, barge. I'm not your flashlight, your floor lamp, your wall socket, your lighter, your popcorn maker, your extension chord, your vacuum, your defibrillator, your radiator, and I'm sure as hell not your maid. Sure, my abilities are great, but their purpose isn't to do chores for you.

So let's all get clear on that, move on, and pretend last week didn't happen.


[private to Howie]

I need to talk to you.


[private to Peter EVEN THOUGH HE'S IN A COMA LOLOL]

Wake up! I hate you!



[ooc: I have no idea what Elle did during the blackout. But pretend it was distressingly useful :c]

So apparently I'm supposed to like, talk to people.

Anybody wanna talk?

[private to Azriphale and Bruce Banner]

You guys are making a list of the people here, right? I'm supposed to help you.

[private to Howie]

I'm sick of this library gig. When do I get my powers back, again?


[private to Adam]

Ruling the barge yet?

Some guy named Azriphale? I guess you're doing something about books and apparently I'm supposed to help you.

Totally aside from the fact that mine smells like mangoes and Peter's smells like foam, is there any difference between guys' shaving cream and girls' shaving cream? I'm pretty sure I look better minus the stubble.


[private to Howie]

I wanna talk.

I'm taking a survey.

What did everybody do for a job before, you know, coming here?


[private to Howie; added later]

I think I had girl talk. Does that count as making a friend?

Okay, so that didn't work. I need a lamp.


[private to McCoy; visible to Howie and Peter]

My warden wants me to have a physical and he says I should go to you 'cause you're human or something.


[private to Sylar]

[There is a fantastic blank space here, because Elle doesn't know what to say or how to say it idk she sucks at asking for help.]


[private to Adam]

We're stuck here for a while. Maybe we should start thinking more about making this place livable than getting out.



[ooc: SORRY PETER, Elle destroyed a lamp :c Also, people on Level 2 can probably hear the dog barking loudly, because the exploding lightbulb spooked him.]

So it's just... over? What happened?


[private to Peter]

Are you okay?


[private to Adam]

Feel like talking a warden into letting you come visit me?


[private to Swing; visible to Howie]

Sorry about all that, you know, cutting you stuff.


[ooc: Since I failed miserably at being online yesterday, I'm going to say Elle slept through the whole thing with a blanket over her head.]

[private to Nick Naylor]

What's up with your inmate? Is he just a run-of-the-mill computer geek with multiple personalities, or what?


[private to Tosh, visible to Howie]

I'm really sorry I dragged your inmate into that. I was just antagonizing her instead of owning up to my own problems and I shouldn't've done that. And I'm sorry I was mean to you. I won't do it again.

And tell Aleera I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have tried to use her weaknesses like that.


[private to Howie]

A... lot of the wardens probably don't like me 'cause I've hurt some people around here. And killed some other people. And the ones that don't hate me, I tend to not like them very much. There's a couple that are okay. But I don't want charity, okay? I don't wanna go begging strangers for help.

Okay, I'm sorry. Libby. I meant some of what I said, but I was pretty mean and I'm honestly trying. So I'm sorry and I'm gonna try to be civil.