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[peektuttut]

So, am I going to be lynched if I wish anyone a happy Valentine's Day, or is this a knock on wood deal?

[Private to the kitchen staff]

If it's not a problem, I'd like to use the kitchen between lunch and dinner; whenever there's free time. Promise to clean up.

[Private to Sylar]

Meet me in the kitchen at two.

[Private to Dick]

Did you gut Hoffman's room yet?

[Private to Shego]

Well, there isn't a flood, the couches are normal sized, and I'm pretty sure my action flicks haven't turned into anything super mushy, so I can freely say, without worry of outside influence, happy Valentine's Day.

How do you feel about pillow forts and peanut butter and jelly? [Because that is clearly the most romantic thing ever.] We can even steal a TV from the common room up here.

Comments

[cisskabob]

No lynching. Knocking on wood never hurts, though.

Private

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Still mostly negative, but you could try to convince me otherwise.

I bought you a hammer. Happy Valentine's Day.

Private

[grayatonement]

Today? Are you sure you aren't affected?

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Yeah, Donny and I went through it yesterday. Nothing too interesting or incriminating, just a toolbox - which we confiscated - and a creepy as hell pig mask thing, which we also confiscated.

[peektuttut]

On it. [There is a faint knock knock as he taps his desk.]

Private

[peektuttut]

I absolutely intend to. I thought the theft might be a very low caliber peace offering.

Courtesy of Prefect's substitute factory? Aw. You shouldn't have.

Private

[peektuttut]

I didn't feel any rumbling, do you? Promise it has nothing to do with the holiday. The food isn't even themed.

Unless you've got plans?

Private

[peektuttut]

...

He hasn't, by any weird chance, called himself Professor Pyg at any point, has he?

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[batmanschmatman]

Not to my knowledge. Friend of yours?

Private - Spam?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I just hope he's being picky about what other Inmates he's selling potentially dangerous tools to.

When shall I come over?

Private - Spam!

[peektuttut]

Hope, yeah. [And maybe someone should. Keep an eye on that.]

Give me ten minutes. [To gather all manner of pillows from common rooms. >>]

Private + [spam]

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Ten minutes? Give me forty-five, I need to shower.

[And fix her hair, and find something decent to wear - in this case, an olive green off-the-shoulder top and black jeans. And then come to Tim's room and tap on the door.]

Private

[grayatonement]

Fine. Two.

Private

[peektuttut]

New villain on the scene. For a little while, anyway. Apparently he was a freak.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Well with a name like Professor Pyg...

Private - spam?

[peektuttut]

See you there.

Private

[peektuttut]

Creepier than you'd think. Even for Gotham.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[At least it gives him time to set things up. And in forty five minutes? He's got a seriously impressive pillow fort built against the wall. He had to yank pillows from most of the common rooms on board, but. Whatever, they'll get back eventually. There's enough room to stand inside, too; so long as you're hunched over.

Tim goes to open the door at the knocking, grinning when he spotted her. He is not, thankfully, wearing a sweater vest. But is dressed a liiiiittle nicer than usual.]

Hey. Come in.

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[batmanschmatman]

I'm almost too scared to ask.

all your spam are belong to us

[grayatonement]

[And Sylar arrives in the kitchen shortly after two, appearing a little less grumpy than usual. He's still nervous about the day and whether or not he should be doing something, but those are things he can deal with later. Right now is prime interrogating and harassing Tim time.]

[cisskabob]

[She laughs a little at that, which is impressive today.] Good. Happy Valentine's Day, Tim.

Private

[peektuttut]

Probably better that way.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Wait a minute, Boy Wonder, I said almost too scared to ask. I'm sensing a horrifying and potentially entertaining story.

Spammmmmm

[peektuttut]

[Oh Good. Tim always looks forward to that time. Except not really. He's got things set up, some of it all ready chopped and cleaned, some waiting. He looks up when Sylar comes in.]

Hey. How do you feel about peanut butter?

Spammmmmm

[grayatonement]

[Sylar furrows his brow as he moves over to the area Tim is working in.] "It's.. fine. Why?"