I can see what makes you tick.

Hello! This is a post in case anyone would like to:

-Contact me for any reason.

-Suggest some plot-stuff with Sylar, either in the "We should have Sylar and my character do this and this" or the "I want to play with Sylar but I don't know how to get our characters to talk" or especially the "I'd like to have my character kick Sylar around a little" capacity.

-Ask me what the hell I'm doing with Sylar. He IS from the third season, and I AM trying to make sense of it myself- I won't be offended if people are curious/worried.

-Tell me I'm doing it wrong. Again, I won't mind- but try to phrase it constructively, please?


Comments are not screened, but I'll try to make sure anon's on, for anyone who cares about that. I love feedback, so please feel free to let me know what you think, or if you'd like to do a thing.

Thank you!

"You've reached Gabriel Sylar. I'm not available right now, but I'll return your call as soon as possible. Please leave a message."

[Or you can leave him an email or a text. He's up on all that, honest.]

( I don't want to be nothing- )

This is a general action post for Gabriel Sylar. Feel free to set up any reasonable scenario- probably the best is to meet him at his shop, Sylar Timepiece Restoration and Repair. He's there Monday through Friday, 9am to 5pm. If you'd like to set up anything unusual, feel free to PM me.

So- shattering the evil angel statues doesn't actually harm them at all. Good to know. I'm not really sure where I went, but it was definitely a learning experience.

Good news for me. I finally have my linked-chain watch back. Lucy Saxon, thank you again, wherever you are now. You were a very good friend. I do hope you make it back here someday.

What do you think happens to the people who pass through here? Is it really like nothing ever happened, like they were never effected by anything here? I'd like to think there was something left, even if it is just in the subconscious- but maybe that's pure wishful thinking.

( ooc )

So as people may know, I've been hired as the chief accountant of Blair's company. I'm truly honored and excited for the upcoming work it will bring. It's definitely something new, and we all know how much I like that. I plan to continue with regular hours for the shop- however, if that becomes too much, I may shorten the hours a bit. Don't worry, Tom, that won't affect any further instruction you may be looking for.

I'd really like to meet all the other hirees, get us started off on the right foot. Perhaps I should put together a little something at my place? Not today, though. I'm rather occupied. But hey, feel free to say hi. I'm a friendly guy, promise.

Anyone else want some pie? I think we're going to have some leftovers here.

( ooc )

Ugh. I don't think I'll ever again look at pumpkins the same way. Peter- can we talk?

And yes, I know it's one of those days.

So come on. I know you're going to hit me with your questions, your unwanted comments about how you'd rather I went around killing everyone I meet. Let's get it over with. Maybe you'll even get your wish.

[ooc: Net is very very limited, but I'll reply as I can, and there will be oh-so-much backdating. No spoiler restrictions or anything. <3 ]

Pyrokinesis...or is it pyrogenesis, technically? Either way, I'm enjoying the day. Probably more than others. If anyone would could use some help controlling themselves, I'd be happy to offer some assistance. I do believe there's been plenty of advice on the Network already, however.

The nature of firestarters has always intrigued me, in our books and movies. I do wonder how realistic it is- I would think that if one had such a volatile power, they'd either pull in on themselves or work continuously for control. However, the firestarters I've seen in the media are all cocky, impulsive, even flakey. What sort of sense does that make?

So this is, what, two curses that aren't particularly terrible? For me, anyway. I do hope people are getting through the day without setting the whole City on fire. I didn't get much done on Tuesday, but the tea was wonderful.

Well, well. Things are more back to normal than they've ever been for me. I don't especially feel like celebrating, what with all the recent departures. But at least my head doesn't feel like it's going to cave in anymore.

My shop will be resuming its regular schedule tomorrow. Does anyone want me to start up my classes again, as well? Those were so much fun, but I fear they may have run their course.

So many people are dreading this month, but why? Just because it has Halloween in it? I have to say I'm looking forward to it. After all, it can't be worse than last month.

Um, hello. I haven't really had the chance to say this before, but I do want to thank you for rescuing me. I didn't deserve to be saved, and he definitely didn't. People have showed me such kindness this week, and I can't say thank you enough. It's things like this that show me how wrong I've been about- well, everything, really. And now that I'm paying attention, I think I can actually do something about it. I just need to keep control.

Mr. Fortenberry? I apologize for the delay in your work- I was detained. However, if you're still free to help out with the glass cabinets, I'd greatly appreciate it. It's the last task before I can open my shop again, and I would love to get back to it. It feels like it's been forever.

Luke, you're coming over for dinner tomorrow, right? I thought I'd try pasta, but if you have any preferences, voice them now.


( ooc )

The camera viewpoint is from a corner in the floor this time, angled to look up at the slab of concrete Sylar's laid flat on. It would be a hard thing to tell that his clothes used to be white- only small patches remain in the soaked-red fabric. There are some rips in the legs where he tried to keep the fabric from sticking to his wounds.

The man himself is not strapped down, but he's mostly lying still. His eyes are open, but they aren't focused on anything in particular. There is an expression of pain on his face, which shifts to varying degrees. Every once in awhile, he begins convulsing, trying to curl in on himself and failing, for some reason. A slow stream of incoherent muttering spills from his lips, while some sort of mist floats through the air. A large cockroach crawls onto a clotted-over slice in his arm; he doesn't seem to notice.

It's been this way for the past few hours.

[ooc: Once again, action for Mohinder and anyone who might want to try and get down there, video/voice for anyone who wants to chat. ]

Sylar wakes up on a slab, wincing and groaning in pain. He blinks once, twice, then tries to push himself up to a sitting position, only to fail and fall back. His hair is shaved short, his clothes stripped and replaced with a non-descript white t-shirt and drawstring pants, and he has something plastic coming out of the back of his head. When he runs over his neck and finds it, that seems to wake him up quite nicely. His eyes widen and he scrambles up to sit.

His eyes narrow at the glass and stone around him, the small sink and the toilet. He finds his communication device and reaches down to grab it, staring into the camera.

"So this is a curse day?" he asks, voice gravelly. "Fun."

He drops the device suddenly, and it clatters down to the slab he's sitting on. Sylar holds his arms together, crossing them until he realizes there's blood under his hands. Large slices have appeared down his arms, as if cut with an invisible knife. All start oozing blood immediately. He groans in annoyance and lays back onto his sorry excuse for a pillow.

[ooc: Possible action for Mohinder, who is across the hall- video/voice for everyone else. I'm not going to bother listing all the things he's done to warrant this treatment. XD ]

( Filtered to the deities )

Well, this certainly cheered me up. A new set of tools? I've no doubt they'll be gone at the end of the day, but will any of my creations? I suppose we'll just have to see.

Some of the few watches I have left are different as well. I've jotted down their designs so that I can recreate them after they're gone. Of course, rebuilding's going to have to come first, but this ought to give me something to do after.

Anyone having a hard time handling their technology today? I could probably provide some insight- or fix it, if need be.

( ooc )

I don't suppose I'd qualify by now, but does anyone here sell shopowner's insurance yet?

Regardless, my timepiece restoration shop is undergoing immediate remodeling- it probably won't be open again for at least a few weeks. Horology classes are also cancelled until I have a proper place to hold them again. I'll still be doing repairs out of my apartment, so please contact me by phone if you need any work done. I'll be individually contacting any customers who are waiting regarding their melted hunks of metal watches.

I'm sort of wishing I threw some teeth at those creatures yesterday, now.

But let's talk about something other than business. What is the nature of hope for you? What does it mean? When is it gone? Is it ever gone for good?

( ooc )

( Private to Luke )

The economy here, like anything in the City, is difficult to gauge. Since opening my shop, I've had erratic spikes in both directions, highs and lows that make it difficult to budget. I get by just fine because I tend to live simply, and I fix everything I own. But how about the rest of you? Are things pretty steady in your lines of work, whatever they may be? Has anyone had a hard time earning enough for their basic necessities?

Oh, and I'm planning on having a summer sale this weekend. 20% off the cheap stuff, and my nicer timepieces are far more negotiable than usual. I suggest anyone with an eye for fine craftmanship come on by.

-orite. [ the very end of a sentence- hard to tell much about it, other than the fact it came from a woman's voice. ]

Mom?!

....oh. Here again. Except- how long was I gone this time? No one's on the streets.

Must be a curse.

I remember everything. And it's clear now. It's so much easier when I don't have that push all the time.

But I can't blame my ability for everything. Yesterday taught me that.

I don't have any powers today. No regeneration, no telekinesis, nothing. Anyone with a grudge, now's your chance to act on it. Before I do.


( ooc )

-okay, guys, this really isn't a good time for teleporting without explanation. Peter?

Oh.

Anyone here have a newspaper I could borrow?

( ooc )

I'm taking an early day. Deliveries have been sent out for timepieces and jewelry due to be fixed this week- you will be billed later. I just might take the rest of the week off. If there are any repair emergencies, feel free to contact me at my personal number. Even I need a vacation sometimes, apparently.

I'll still hold my horology class tomorrow night, if any of my students would like that. Just let me know and I'll be glad to have it. Otherwise, take a break yourselves.

( Private to Hong Mei )

...what the hell are you doing here?

Didn't anyone tell you? It's Father's Day.

( Get out. )

( Private thoughts )

I know someone asked recently, but I didn't see anyone stepping up. Are there any psychiatrists in this City? Psychologists? I could really use some help. I imagine someone could do quite well with that profession here in the City, now that I think about it.

[Screaming can be heard as soon as the video comes on- nice and high pitched. Those listening carefully will probably hear the word "Mohinder" in it occasionally. Sylar is visible- he's blinking slowly, and his hair is sticking straight up in the air. It's clear he just woke up. He groans and raises his right hand so the camera can see. There's a handcuff attached to it.]

Mohinder? I think I have something of yours.

[Who knows if it's possible to hear him over the din? But he gave it a shot, at least.]

I apologize for not opening my shop yesterday. Rest assured anyone who was waiting on maintenance due June 2nd will receive their pieces today at a fifty percent discount. I know curses come up sometimes, but that's no excuse for poor business practices.

That's all I have to say about it.

[ooc: He was affected yesterday- his was using his abilities. As such, his apartment looks like it's been through a tornado. Luckily, he wasn't out much, other than to find Road in the Underground.]

I'd like to remind everyone that I'm still conducting horology classes on Wednesday nights, if anyone else is interested. I'd be happy to start from the beginning for anyone who comes by. For those that have been here awhile, I think we might get started on building your own timepieces. We can do a few large-scales. They tend to turn out more like obvious art pieces, and I'll give you the know-how to make sure they're always keeping time correctly.

Wesley, sorry to bother you, but- is there any way I could get another copy of the trip down to the Clock? Mine got melted.

You know, I don't want to leave a trail of dead bodies directly to my father's----


.....oh.

Hello, City. ....oh.


[There is a long pause as he takes some time to cough- more retching, really.]


Tell me, everyone. Is there any good in this world? In any world at all? Does everything corrupt, eventually? Is there a point?

[He laughs, but it's mirthless.]

Give me the truth, now. I can tell.



( ooc )

I really do like being here better than home. I know a lot of people would call that complacency, but it's merely a natural reaction for me. I've had a lot of experiences, a lot of friends, and a lot of things here that I wouldn't have had in my world. I'm a better person for all of it. I know I'll have to go back- there's things I still need to do- but I'm definitely not unhappy in this place. I'd consider myself at home here.

I don't think that's a terrible thing, do you?

I'm tentatively planning next Wednesday night for the first class. And just in case anyone might be worried about it, I'm not going to be charging anything. Does that sound okay with everyone?

[ooc: Oh yeah, he's cursed. But he's not exactly advertising that fact.]

First announcement- Sylar Timepiece Restoration & Repair is finally reopened, and can be found in between Buildings 10 and 11. Please bring your watches and clocks- or anything else you'd like to get fixed- by my shop, and I'll take care of them for you. Basic maintenance is free to the first thirty customers. I was going to open up yesterday, but somehow I thought people might have a hard time finding the place.

Secondly- whoever saw fit to use the cover of darkness yesterday to take several watches from my personal collection, please return them. If they're returned quickly, I won't rearrange your vertebrae bother you further. In fact, I'd really just like to have my chain-driven watch back. It was a Christmas present to me, and I like it very much. If that's returned in the next couple of days, you may keep the others as a reward. Otherwise, I start hunting looking for it myself.

Thirdly- I think everyone who was going to has already talked to me about the last few curses. However, if anyone else would like to blame me for things my subconscious came up with, this is the place for it.

Finally, I'm thinking of running a class on horology- the science of measuring time. Specifically, I'd go into clockwork mechanisms and demonstrate how I put some of the larger clocks together. Would anyone be interested in something like that?

It's dark. It's possible to tell this because it's not pitch black. No, there is the occasional flourescent light on- security lights, of course. Nothing seems secure about this place, though. That light keeps blinking off occasionally, for instance, and it looks like one of the glass doors down the hall is shattered onto the floor.

It becomes clear after a little observation that this is an office, of some sort. Wide halls hide rooms with office desks, cabinets and computers. In one other direction, the glass becomes concrete at intervals. A giant number five is spray-painted onto it, in black.

The halls are the sort of quiet that comes from everything being shut down for awhile. Offices on the weekend, maybe even in the middle of the night. It's hard to tell, as the blinds are firmly drawn.

There is a bit of a sound, though- growing louder as if it's getting closer. It's the tick of some large clock. This is not the same as what the City hands out as punishment for being alone, this is different. This doesn't distract, it focuses. It almost seems to be pushing things along in an otherwise dead world. It's comforting, actually, having something to hang onto in a place that's so still.

[ooc: Feel free to have your character enter and interact. This is...uh, a normal dream for Sylar. Enjoy, guys! Oh, and just a warning- touching certain things in this dream will pull up memories.

ETA: I've been sick today, but I'm still slowly working on tags, I promise. <3]

( Was written in pencil in the inner margins of 'Hardwired Behavior', which has now been reduced to ash )

I'll be setting up my shop once again. I'm sure it'll be open in a few weeks. Those few of you I cautioned about maintenance? You better be bringing your watches in once I'm open.

This is nice. I feel better. I can't wait till morning and I can walk around with the sun shining on my face.

Luke, you want to meet up somewhere? I'm feeling like practicing. We can poke some holes in the Underground.

[ooc: Fourth wall away, people! No restrictions. <3 And of course I'll backdate.

ETA: Suddenly incapable of thought. Will tag after sleepening.]

Everyone done whining about the curse yet? I don't really understand the complaints- of course, I think the teachers got the good end of the deal. I had a great time; it was fun to get out for awhile.

And I met quite a few new faces, too. I wonder how different they are now. I was one of the few that wasn't changed too terribly much.

I still have questions. Each one of these curses seems to raise more. But that's all right, they're questions I like.

I owe my gratitude to a few people- you know who you are. Thanks.

Can I get out of here, now?

In case you've been sleeping the entire class, your final projects are due tomorrow. I'll be around until very late tonight at the workshop to help any student who needs it- and I do mean help. I'm not building your projects for you. Remember that the project needs to follow the guidelines of your proposal- I will be grading based on accuracy and tasks accomplished.

For the teams that have been building trebuchets, we'll be launching them during the lunch hour tomorrow. Make sure they're ready to go by then.

Oh- there will also be a 'Safety Quiz' tomorrow, as I'm required to hand that out. Pass it or die. We'll look over everyone's projects, and then we can watch a movie with the rest of of our hour. Any suggestions for the movie? Not that I'll listen.

[ooc: Have a powerless Mr. Gabriel Gray. He's been teaching shop Industrial Arts here for a couple of years now.]

I'm missing out on a good curse today, it sounds like. Hope you're all enjoying it- this City's really had a thing for sharing lately. I wonder why that is.

Congratulations on your win, Hiro. Good luck with the restructuring.

Private to Rudy Cooper;

It must've slipped in somehow, but I woke up today with quite the photo on my floor. That's...impressive, I have to admit. Is that you in it?

( ooc, so many photos )

Lots of chatter on the Network today. It makes me wonder if there's a curse- but generally, someone figures it out a little quicker than this. Perhaps the deities are getting more subtle?


Nah.

I've had a lot of time to think lately. Wondering what purpose this incarceration will serve- maybe this is it. Introspection, even in a place like this. Do I honestly have an illness? Is my aptitude a curse? But I don't think I'm me without it. It's not something I can give up or take away. It's a part of me. Still, I wonder just how much would've been different without it.


Welcome, new people. You'll get used to it, I promise. Complacent, even. This place is nice enough, when it's not turning you into ducks.

So. Yeah.

Peter? Hiro? What the hell is going on? Did we destroy it?

Oh, I'm back here...I think. This is the City?

( ooc )

Food here's terrible. Please send cookies.

Or pie. I'd take some pie, right about now.

I have something I need to say. I've fallen off the wagon.

Now, I thought I had a really good run there. I did. A whole three and a half months, wasn't that amazing? After Hiro had to spend such effort fighting it down for a day, I thought people'd be congratulating me, but- oh no. It's just "You'll never make up for it, Sylar" and "You cut open my head, Sylar. How could we possibly have a civilized conversation?" None of you ever had to live with this sort of power. It's potential, pure and simple. And there's no point to potential if you don't live up to it, is there?

But I digress. I tried, and I was doing really well there, until I found out I'd been lied to again. Terrible, isn't it?

Claire, you'll be happy to know that we're not related after all, and also that you have a new reason to hate me.

Deb, what do you think? Should I turn myself in to you for the murder of Angela Petrelli? Or should I give you guys a fight, something to feel good about? Someone to come together against? I'm the villain, after all, that's supposed to be what I do. I've really been lacking with that, lately.

I'm not sure what I feel like, today.

You know, I've been quiet lately. My apologies- I've been a little busy. But I'm no longer distracted by that which doesn't matter.

By the way, I've noticed that some people have been confused on what to call me. My name is Gabriel Sylar- either one or the other will do. I don't care which. Hope that makes it a little easier for all of you.

So, everyone enjoy all those spilled secrets a few days ago? I actually didn't eat the candies- didn't seem to have that compulsion- so I didn't learn anything. Nice of me, huh? I hear I had a secret out there, too. But- well, I suppose that's all right if it means that I got a pass on today's curse.

Hope everyone's still having fun. Happy Valentine's Day.

( private to Angela Petrelli; )

[Fltered to anyone he's talked to (in person or on the Network) before]

I appear to be having memory problems as well. Nothing too important yet, but- well, this could get dangerous fast if it continues. People will stop me if I go crazy again, right?

If I knew of a way to keep myself incapacitated until this passes, I would. Anyone have any ideas?

Active day on the Network, today. Mother, I've been affected by the curse, just to warn you.

I found myself at the library rather frequently lately- I do love the books it gives me sometimes. The books are always amazing, usually from worlds I've never even heard of. It takes me awhile to even sort out what they're talking about half the time. I think the last one was about hippogriff mannerisms. It's almost enough to keep me distracted. Almost.

I try to make sure all my time is filled. I'm always doing something, because I can't stop, not unless I'm sleeping. Even then, I wonder if my mind is working out things on its own. That's good, I've had a great deal to think about lately. Reform's not meant to be easy, I suppose. Still, I wonder whether I'm making progress, or if the rest of my world is slipping backwards.

( Private to Mohinder )

So people are switching their special abilities today? Could be dangerous. Everyone doing okay with theirs so far?

Peter, do you know who got yours? Control might be an issue.

( Private/Viewable to Peter and Angela )

( Private to Hiro )

So many firsts already this month, and we're not even a week into the new year. Change in this City is about the only thing that's not new- there's always patterns to the growth, to the setbacks, but they're never quite the same.

It's something I personally can appreciate- I enjoy progress, perhaps even live for it. I'm striving to become a better man, looking for things to tweak, to fix, as many of you well know. So I want to thank everyone who's been giving me firsts this year. New experiences are always welcome.

In particular, I must thank you again, Lucy. You're far too kind to me. I imagine you don't know what the signifigance of wearing a new watch is to me, but maybe someday I can explain it to you. It really is a beautiful piece.

For all these changes, the Network seems rather quiet the last few days. Recuperating, maybe?

( Private to Lilith )

( Private to Mohinder )

Gabriel doesn't have all that many people he got presents for this year (he's not used to having more than one to shop for), but there are a few. A good chunk of them may never make it to their owners!

( Delivered )


( Undelivered )

Knew I shouldn't have played around at the shop so late, Mom's going to kill me-

So, I could probably use a little help, if anyone's inclined. Can anybody point me towards Queens?

( Private; viewable to Angela )


( Private to Mohinder )


We're so close to Christmas, but even knowing that, and even after all of the latest craziness- I'm finding I'm bored. Silly, I know, but I need to find something else to do. Anyone have any suggestions?

My shop is closed indefinitely, for obvious reasons.

Who's sick? I've been seeing people talking about headaches, some flu symptoms. How are you feeling now?

Anyone see any other odd things today?

Three things:

Family

Friends

Power

I admit it's more than I had on my list last year, but- that's not a bad thing, is it?

We seem to have a sudden influx of peop-

...wait, I remember this. I'm barricading the doors.



No, I'm not answering questions this time. Will you stop telling me you're going to fix me!? I don't care if you don't want me to be good, that's hardly your decision.

And please, keep your sordid fantasies to yourself. My mother doesn't need to hear that. I don't need to hear that.

[ooc: Anything goes, folks!]