WHO: Nathan and Angela Petrelli WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: Wednesday, June 22; after lunch WHAT: No ability to speak, thus no arguing! RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
For a man who had spent most of his life talking for a living, as well as someone who was just naturally at ease with talking anywhere, anytime, to anyone – in most cases – Nathan was not struggling nearly as much as he had expected when he first realized what exactly had been done to everyone. Part of it was the fact they were all in this together – any frustrations were understood and even shared, unlike if only some of them had been afflicted. What was difficult, however, was entertaining his sons well enough to keep them active and happy, rather than bored and in search of mischief. Not that they wouldn't get up to the last even if active and happy, but he could certainly hope.
After lunch, he'd taken Simon and Monty to the lobby to determine what they were going to do this afternoon. Spread around the three huddled together on the floor was the miscellany necessary to communicate – pads of paper, pencils, pens, crayons, markers, the books Heidi had distributed and even some of the boys' action figures for item-assisted pantomime. At present, Nathan was trying to determine if Monty wanted to go to the park with several members of the family or had just decided it would be fun to slime them up with game-show quality green goop. He turned the pad of paper sideways with a thoughtful squint, earning him silent laughter from Simon as Monty gesticulated wildly.