Squiddy McTentacles is back in the library. Be safe. I'm preparing to take it on so just avoid the library if you can for a bit.

Teach me to actually start trusting something nice from the house.

...Does anyone know what I did last night?

[Peter]
Hey. Can I ask a favor of you?

Right, so in order to keep the pampered kiddies from pissing their pants....I figure this is better.

Game plans?

[ooc: added after all the other conversation having taken place]

[Hubby]
Going hunting. If I'm not back in a couple of hours and haven't messaged you first, shoot me a message and make sure I'm okay. I love you. I'll be back soon. I promise.

And so now I know what it feels like to be impaled by a chair. And die. Again. Thank you for that, house. Um. Yeah, Cara, I'm okay. Are you? Mitchell? Sylar?

The third floor still appears safe, and the kitchen is on this floor too.

Has anyone else noticed their reflections acting weird?

I converted the 4th floor dining room into a pub of sorts. It's self-serve but the music is grand even if the ambience is a bit lacking in spirit. (Can't do much about that one window looks out on some waterfall in the dark 24 hours a day). So come! Drink up, me hearties! Drink up!

[eta a short while later]
Well... you might want to wait a little while. A few hooligans need clearing.


[Cara]
Sure and I tried, love, I tried. Still trying. A little less beer, a lot more knocking about. I found a kilt. And I'm not being mean to the womenfolk.

Oh, wow. I think that I... Oh, wow....

I have wings.

Oh my word...everyone needs to just settle down and calm their hormones, this isn't a brothel!

I can't see my hands. I can feel them. Use them. Yet they are invisible. That's strange, right? [lazy laughter]

We're under heavy fire. Insurgents are on the move! Maintain radio silence until further orders!

[Satori]
I'm sorry for being so harsh with you yesterday. I honestly never intended to say any of that. I wasn't in control of what I was saying. I suspect it was some kind of stupid punishment for daring to eat the food they provided. I really am so sorry. I love you and would never intentionally hurt you.

[Tony]
…I really screwed up.

[Loki]
Can I ask you something?

[E.T.A. later]
[Cara]
Hey... if you're not too busy just... spending time with Ari after what happened, which I would completely understand, do you think I could stay with you guys for a couple days? Or a while?

I just created this book... with my hands. I think? It was Emile or something similar on it. What?

[Cara]
Will you meet me somewhere?

[the sound of running interspersed with heavy, frightened breathing] Cara? Cara! I'm so sorry! Where are you? Cara?! Oh no, oh no, oh no.

[silence for a long beat then screams and whispered apologies and silence again]

Don't act any different. And don't say a word.

I just spoke with Bruce. There's someone else here from Sylar's world. They say he's a serial killer, Ari. He cuts open people's heads to steal their abilities. So we need to get away from him. Now.

I --- --- work --- --- ha --- --- can --- --- shit