These might make for better conversations than normal Conversation Hearts-- more varied, anyway-- but I'm willing to bet they don't taste any better. Especially given the side effects, if the Network's to be believed.

What I want to know is, why hasn't the sand let up?

What is it, if not a curse?


[Community Post]

|[ video ]|

[A flash of white, a burst of static. The feed comes on at on odd angle, showing an unremarkable City ceiling. The device, knocked off a counter, rolls a little, angling up from the floor to show a boy climbing up onto a chair so he can reach the kitchen cabinets. He knocks over a couple of boxes but manages not to break anything, before gingerly climbing down with a bowl in hand. This he sets on the counter, shuts the door, then shoves the chair back off screen. Tossing his dark hair out of his eyes, he comes back for the bowl and vanishes from the video, which stays trained on the now-closed cabinet until it times out.]




|[ooc; small Biney is small! replies from all_he_saw ]|

I hate that feeling, where it's like you had something on the tip of your tongue and suddenly it's just gone.

Though of course the saying goes, if you forget what you were about to say it must not have been particularly important anyway.

Then again no one forgets, not really... it's... it...

But what was so important?


( ooc tl;dr )

[There's a bit of static and a few beeps as he picks up the device and pushes buttons aimlessly, triggering the audio and eventually the video. What, they didn't have stuff like this in the seventies, okay? All you can see is a sliver of a young, perplexed face, and a backdrop of fuzzy ceiling. After a moment he gets bored trying to figure out how to make this thingie work and drops it on the table, the picture settling into an unfocused panorama of the apartment he shares with Sylar. The kid wanders off. After a moment, from a distance, you can hear him calling out.]

Mom..?!

[End transmission.]



[ooc; all responses will be voice, once he figures out how to work the thing. he's a smart kid idek. Replies from all_he_saw unless anyone minds <3]

[Accidental (?) Audio]

I remember.


[There's a long pause.]


He isn't-- I can't. I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to-- no, don't go away...


[Another pause, accompanied by a rather pained huff of breath]


Okay. We can play, just us.



[ooc; hide and seek with mommy, it's biney's turn to look. I know Penny's got dibs on keeping him from walking into traffic or a pothole or something? <3 but if anyone else wants to encounter him out on the streets, searching, feel free to action or poke me!]

|[VIDEO POST]|

[He doesn't seem worried-- frustrated, maybe, fingers tapping aimlessly on the table in front of him. But not worried. He shifts a little, leaning back, frowning at something the camera obviously didn't pick up.]

I don't know. I told you.

And we both know you're lying, Brian.

Haven't done anything.

Recently, you mean?

[The unseen Official laughs darkly, a sound obviously meant to intimidate. Brian smiles faintly, humorlessly; more grimace than grin.]

Ever.

[There's the sound of a chair dragging slightly, pushed away from the table, and some footsteps; Brian's gaze moves up and to one side, watching the man across the table pace the length of the room, still offscreen. After a moment he speaks again, slightly muffled due to the increase of distance.]

What would your mother say?

[There's a slight but visible flinch, before the camera shuts off. Accidentally? Anyone's guess.]


[ooc; makin some icons, might be slow replying for a few <33]

Interesting weather.

Actually, I kind of like this curse-- I know, the invasion of privacy is irritating... And potentially trouble, if anything incriminating turns up... but sometimes it's nice to have a reminder of home.



My mother. I wonder if the photographs will keep, after the curse ends; I haven't had a picture of her in ages...

|[Private to Dexter]|

Found this and figured I'd better keep it away from Deb... But I thought you might like it.



|[ooc: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO FIND ANY OF HIS PHOTOS! Including the two up there... :D He'll make up some excuse for the more incriminating ones, if they get back to him. sob. Up for grab pics are here~!]|

You know, if you did the math, you'd find you really don't have to drink more than three or four beers a day to finish by the end of the month. Which isn't more than a slight inconvenience-- the rampant drunkenness and alcohol poisoning isn't necessary. But, hey, whatever works for you.

It does mean that I know I haven't had enough today to justify being this maudlin. So I must be cursed.

Maybe it's just that I was so young when she died, but it's difficult for me to think of my mother as anything but perfect. She wasn't; I mean, no one is, but rationally? She had her share of faults. I don't know, I guess she was typical of her time. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll, right? But she was my mother; which meant, more or less, that she was the center of my world. I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to take care of us me on her own, but she managed it, somehow. Perfect. Always patient, always gentle... We didn't have all that much, but it never mattered. We were... happy. I remember that, being happy... Sometimes I manage to miss it. Things weren't the same after she died.

Shut up, shut up. I remember... I don't know. Scattered things. Her standing on the porch calling me in; playing hide and seek. Her smile as she leaned against the wall, chatting on the phone. Hmn, probably to him, for all I know. Worn-out band t-shirts and candy-colored nail polish. I remember her smiling, always smiling, until...

Well, it was a long time ago. I don't think about it often.

|[Voice]|

...Mom? Where are you?

...Dexter?



|[ooc: have a little Biney :3 He might faintly remember anyone who was around the last time he got chibi-fied, but otherwise he's not sure where he is.]|

|[Accidental Voice Post]|

Who-- [Long pause]


[Whispered] someone's coming...

[Louder] It's okay, I've got you... --Please, don't hurt us!

Don't leave me--

|[ Transmission Cuts Off ]|



|[ooc: reliving the discovery of his mother's death, and consequently losing his little brother. Once he comes to his senses he'll try to pretend this never happened.]|

I probably don't have to point it out, but all that unpleasant nonsense the other day was just that-- nonsense. I am neither a mass-murderer nor a mime, et cetera.

And no, Deb isn't a super hero or a cokehead, and if I made a crack about how good she'd look in brightly-colored spandex she'd probably hit me, so I won't.

So, um. What's the deal with today?

|[ooc: FOURTH-WALL THE HELL OUT OF HIM, PLEASE. I would like to request though, that no other City folk remember anything incriminating that gets said today, after the curse ends? ;_;]|

( |[ Private / Unhackable ]| )

It didn't occur to me until today, but yesterday makes six months here. Surprising, the kind of thing you can get used to. I guess I should be angry and complain about it, but really, it isn't that bad.

And hey, Deb, it's October-- have you thought about a Halloween costume yet?


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