Ridgeway Resort - Network Comm

Being a nurse again, I can handle.

Having to decapitate my zombified brother the second I step out of the "manager's office?" Not so much.

I'd love to know what in the hell is going on here.

This can't be happening. This just can't be. It's not right or fair and I couldn't pull the trigger and now some zombie version of Nathan's still out there somewhere and

I don't know how much more of this I can take.

( Filtered to Sam Winchester )

( Filtered to Sylar )

Not a prisoner here? Not a prisoner here? I'm stuck here. I didn't ask to come here. And I can't leave. Sounds like the definition of prisoner to me.

Screw that. I'm nobody's damn entertainment.

( Filtered to Sylar )

( Filtered to Sam )

Are people actually serious?

Okay, so it was bad enough that I heard that people thought my brother and I were in love with each other. But some people are twisted enough to actually write it? They call it 'fan-fiction'.

I'm not even going to look it up.

Apparently, I have been 'paired' with many people from my universe. The list is so disturbing that I don't really want to put it here. Dean, however, was the most disturbing there.

Oh, and all of you guys should know that apparently it exists for you, too.

Isn't that awesome? People. are. insane.

( filtered to Claire )

Dear Guests.

Piss me off, and I kill you.

Looks like I'm jumping on the bandwagon here. Hopefully this works before I actually lose it and convince Sylar to start handling you idiots for me.

Hi. My name is Claire Bennet. There is one person that calls me Clairebear and he is not you. Yes, I can really heal from most any injury and no, you can't see it for yourself. No, I don't know how many times I've died and, again, you can't see it for yourself. I also don't feel pain and, once more just so we're clear, you can't see if that's true either.

Nathan and Meredith are both actually dead. Thanks for reminding me. My parents aren't getting back together. Thanks for bringing that up, too.

I'm not going to apologize for jumping off that Ferris Wheel and I don't have to explain to you why I did it. Just like I'm not going to dye my hair brown and start hunting down people with abilities.

Now, let's see if I can explain a few things to you sickos out there. Peter? Is my uncle. We're related. We aren't secretly in love. I am also not going to get involved with: my dad, my bio-dad, my brother, either of my grandparents, Elle, Claude, René, Hiro, Ando, Mohinder, Matt, any members of the Sullivan Brothers Carnival, Eric Doyle, someone named Adam, or Sylar. Or anyone else that I might know from back home that you think I'd be perfect with. I'm not explaining my friendship with Gretchen to you and I'm not going to hook back up with West, Alex, or any of the above in any sort of combination.

And if one more person asks me if Sylar can cut off the top of my head so you can poke around inside my brain too, I'm going to let him try it out on you first and see how you like it.

Let me put this right here right now. If you have any thoughts about hurting anyone -that's including 'ifs' and 'buts'-over a stupid question, or a simple request instead of saying 'No'. You had better pray that you don't need any repairs done, that you can't fix yourself, because I'm going to remember those 'ifs' and 'buts' the next time I climb on a roof in the rain.

And I'll be damned if I'm handing my maintenance key over to anyone else. It may be immature, but I don't work for jerks.

Edit: Okay I would totally fix your stuff, this was a big fat lie. It was said at a bad point last night, I was pissed off. Sorry Bitchy happened under the full moon.

I think I'm a little overqualified to manage a coffee shop. If I'm going to be stuck here, can't I at least have a more purposeful, more nefarious job?

[Private to Security Guards]
Not that I've given up on getting out, but I kind of want money to eat, and no one really seems to want to tell me if I'm night shift of day shift or both.

Are you guys up for rotating so we can have some nights free, and some days free until we get out of here?

( Filtered to Sylar )

It's times like this that I wish I could get drunk. Not that I'm saying alcohol is a cure-all, but it'd be nice.

Huh. This is new.

Huh. Not the worst place I've ever been. Not the first time I've been kidnapped, either.

Well, this is certainly homey...in a creepy Stepford Wives meets Norman Bates way.