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]

[Elle is a 60's hippie. She's looking rather granola today, and she's smoking something that could be a cigarette. It's probably pot. She's hanging upside-down off the edge of her bed. You can hear Jefferson Airplane's cover of "Let's Get Together" playing softly in the background.]

Pete, are you here too? This place is outta sight! You gotta see the light show up on deck. It's like, the whole universe up there, man. It goes on forever.

[There's a burst of static, followed by video flickering in and out. All you can see is an empty room. The only light source is the computer itself, and a flickering blue glow. Somewhere out of frame, and through a lot of static, there's a loud crackling noise. That is all.]


[private to the Master; written]

Hey. You.


[private to Adam; written]

I need Get down here. Now.


[private to Sylar]

[The awkwardest of blank spaces.]


[ooc: Hi guys, I'm back from hiatus. And Elle is flipping out because she's only just noticed that Peter's gone, what with port and all.]

[private to Peter]

Peter did you


[later; Voice/Public]

[The sound cuts in and out, full of static, because Elle's having a bad day and sometimes when that happens electronic devices go temporarily nuts.]

Son of a bitch!

[private to Peter]

I read the stuff my dad said to you. He left me a note that said kind of the same things, but remember how you used to say it was worth it? I think it's worth it. For me, at least. I guess I'd rather be happy than safe and miserable.

I... think my dad was wrong.

You wanna go up on deck and make a snowman?


( Santa letter )

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 Peter]

I got some real cake. I didn't try to make it myself this time, cross my heart. And I'm a girl again.


[private to Tobias]

You. You're a computer nerd, right?


[private to Adam]

Your ingenious scheme to hide that file got me in more trouble than just handing it over would've, 'cause they found it anyway and now my warden's mad instead of taking things as great gestures of honesty or whatever he was talking about.

[added after Adam doesn't respond because he's stuck in The Wizard of Oz and Elle has gone around looking for him:]

Are you hiding or something? 'Cause that's really manly. Or did you get stuck in a book?

Peter, this is all your fault.

Adam, I need a bucket and a lot of soap and for you not to laugh when you get over here.

Howie, I don't feel safe in the public showers because Aleera's gonna eat me and now I'd probably taste even better. I want a private shower.

[private to Adam]

I wanna kill her.



[originally private, now private to Peter, strikes not legible]

Okay, so, I know this is a computer and not really Peter, but that sucked. Like, a lot. And I Screw this.

That hurt and I was scared and I couldn't stop it from happening to me. I practically walked right into it, and I want to hurt her like she hurt me, and I'm scared I'm weak and I should've been able to take care of myself but I couldn't and she shaved my head, Peter, I had no hair and it was awful They were in my head

I don't wanna be friends anymore.

I've got this ice cream that's starting to melt.

[private to Peter]

Are we playing hide and seek or something?

[added later:]

You avoiding me? Very funny.


[private to Adam, added after Peter doesn't answer]

Where the hell did your warden go?

That stupid thing better not have given me rabies!


[private to Peter]

I need a nurse. And not in the sexy way.


[ooc: For those not in the know, Elle got in a fight with Veronica's dog. Dog: 1, Evolved Human: 0. Backup's probably going to be whiny and unhappy for a few hours, but Elle's electricity sucks now and can't do any real damage so he'll be totally fine. Elle, on the other hand? Is bleeding all over the place.]

[private to Peter]

Done sulking yet?

[private to Peter]

I didn't bother you all week. Talk to me.

Adam?


[private to Peter]

I need to see you.


[private to Kahlan]

How could you do that to me?



[ooc: For the folks on Level 0, Elle threw a bit of a hissy fit when confession wore off. There was some clanging of bars and throwing things. Maybe an angry shriek or two.]

[private to George]

Is... is there a George on board?


[private to Peter]

Can you come over? I might have to run out and do something but I sort of want you here.

[private to school nurse!Peter, because Tobias is ignoring her]

I might've sprained my knee during practice yesterday. Think you can squeeze me into your busy schedule and take a look at it?

[private to Peter]

People celebrate when they've been together for six months, right? I think we missed it.



[private to Adam]

This whole job thing is totally lame, but at least we're in it together. Do me a favor and don't tell Lauren Reed who I am? I'd like to keep the illusion that I'm her warden alive.

[private to Mal]

I love hygiene as much as the next girl, but showering with other people? Neither of us want me to do that, do we?


[private to Peter]

Wanna get me naked and wet?

[private to Peter]

We're both ourselves, and so far nothing's tried to eat us. I remember a plan to run off into the sunset in the next port that wasn't awful.