PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I have the worst post patrol headache in the history of post patrol headaches. I don't even really think there were that many vampires out last night. Or criminals. But my jaw feels like it's broken. It's bruised and I can't remember what I hit it on. I know it's not because I can move it, but it doesn't make it hurt less. I don't think I'm clumsy enough anymore to fall off my disk. I used to in the beginning, and that hurt. But I haven't done that in a while. Tomorrow's Saturday at least. I think I'll sleep all day and just not move. Maybe not ever again.


[ooc: backdated to the Night AFTER on Sunday. This]

I don't know how secure this is, so anyone not comfortable with the chance that this filter could be hacked is free to assemble in the Hyperion lobby.

In the interest of full disclosure, here is what we are up against because of the arrival of Sylar, who is not the Gabriel any of you knew:

[paraphrase of the information shared with Buffy, not a direct replication of the exchange]

And here is my conversation with him, which is all the information I have, other than specifics about what he's done in the past, which can be laid out if someone needs that information.

[replication of the entire exchange (which is still going)]

He's dangerous and from what I've been told, Sylar is an expert liar. No matter how genuine he seems, you can't assume anything no matter how much you want to.

[ second filter - close family/friends; ]
I don't know how to tell Peter. I don't want to lie, but if he comes back now

[ third filter - Claire (ABC); ]
I don't know if what he said is true, but we'll research and talk to people and find out.

So let me get this straight. Demons, vampires, werewolves, and so on are all common knowledge here. And the View talks about Vampires like they're the greatest thing since pie.

There's something wrong with that. It's all so open.

The other day something happened. I really dont even want to talk about this but they have a right to knDon't ask me what because I'm just as confused as you lot probably are. Somehow I, both myself and the younger me lost a day. I can't remember where I was. What I was doing, but I don't want this to be something. I don't know what it means or even if it's all that important. But.. I don't want to say nothing and end up hurting someone. I really don't know if this is going to continue, or what caused it but I don't want to put any of you in danger. Just.. That was never my intention, remember that.

{Filtered from bad guys}
It's not bad here.

[ filtered against baddies after the fact; ]

Why is the bad man here?
Aunt Claire and Mommy said awful things
I don't want Ben to be my daddy

I don't like lying and Michael was right.

I'M TELLING. BUT YOU WON'T FIND ME, BEN!

Seven more days.

So due to some convincing I've decided to go foreword full force with the shop. So if anyone wants to help, wants to find me, or just wants an escape from the crazy - you know where to find me.

Future people, this includes you too. And hi, I guess. Welcome.

[ooc: No idea what date the shop should actually open. Ideas? Whenever it is she is gonna throw a party]