[visual] No rest for the wicked

[abigailsciuto.livejournal.com]

Abby hadn't slept. She had no clue what time it was. Did time work the same here? It seemed to, but there was no way of knowing, was there? By 'normal' time constraints, it would have been around 4am. She was listening to music, typing furiously, and chugging Caf-Pow! like it was her lifeline. Tonight, it was.

She slapped the tablet onto it's [visual] setting publicly, letting her music broadcast for a few minutes before she slid her chair into view. She examined her unseen audience. "How can you sleep at a time like this?" She asked to no one in particular, yet everyone. "I mean, here we are, trapped and you're going to snooze away while there's work to be done. Hell, I don't even know what I can do, but at least I'm doing it." She glared at them accusingly.

"Isn't anyone curious about how the hell we're getting out of here? Doesn't anyone want to help?"

[ooc - here, have a paranoid, angry Abby. She doesn't bite unless you ask nicely.]

[ HOLO :: Accidental ]

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

"Ignosce mihi, Pater." Words so soft you might not have caught them at all.

It looks like he's outside, because, well, he is. He seems intent to be staring downward, and all you can see is his profile and the general area on the other wise od him. Streets, people, what have you. The usual outside-like stuff. The area though has a very age-old feel to it. The buildings have that 'I have been here for thousands of years and still stand strong' look to them.

You can't see - not with your eyes anyways - what he's right across from, which is a church. That was unless you've been here long enough to know the exact area. It's something to be mentioned though because he can't see it either. Again. Such is why he's staring at the ground. Such is why he whispered those words that caught a bit in his throat. Damn. Damn, damn, damn-ed.

"Well," he lets the smoke roll from barely parted lips. "lookin' like things are back t'normal I guess. 'sides from bein' somewhere that ain' all right."

[Location: Sanctuary for All]

[chase-evolution.livejournal.com]

Doctor Suresh had taken a few hours to sort out his apartment and to digest the many, many oddities that had been told to him. His place had been exactly as he remembered it- before the government decided to raid it and steal everything. And now that he felt vaguely rested, he decided to do what he'd been planning on. He took the tram line down to the Sanctuary, vaguely annoyed that at no point he was asked for money despite the fact he didn't have any.

His intentions were to speak with Doctor Magnus first, and then Sylar. The second was optional, he kept telling himself, although he knew that wasn't true.

For now, though, he was merely entering the foyer with a look of wide-eyed hesitation. He was not expecting a castle, apparently.