Never did have a White Christmas before - it was always the blazing sun back home. None the less, it should be enjoyable.

Lilith? Shizune? I have gifts for each of you, whenever you are available.

Yours will arrive in the morning, brother of mine.

[ooc; strikes only viewable by Dexter, unhackable.

And Rudy did get gifts for the few people he knows. For Shizune he found some familiar ninja movies he had watched back home for her in the City, as well as this. For Lilith he found this. A doctor's salary can be quite impressive, not to mention he really only has two people to splurge on to keep up appearances. For Dexter, all that he sent was an envelope unmarked with a piece of red ribbon tied to a little Barbie doll hand. Oh, and this too. But shhhh - it's a secret. Lulz.]

I was the only one who could truly understand him for what who he really was.

[ooc; The morning of uber-short posts form my characters! \o/ And strikes not there.]

Miss Lilith, perhaps whenever you have some spare time today, I would like to go over those upgrades you had promised. I have compiled all the notes and papers I have on my work for you to look through should you need them in order to go ahead with the improvements.

This place has strange ideas for curses. Seems to be almost right out of a comic book page or maybe a science-fiction movie. --And now that I think about it, I can't even remember the last time I watched a movie. Huh.

Are you feeling better now, brother?



[ooc; Strikes viewable only to Dexter, non-hackable.]

I'm sorry I could not have been of any more help during that terrible viral infection; I could only do much but seeing as contagious viruses are not my specialty, I probably would have gotten in the way anyway. As real as it was it still felt nothing more than like a film. More than enough hands were on staff to handle it - it left plenty of time for me.

But it looks as if everyone is recovering well enough, from both the virus and the fires. I have not heard any reported cases of anyone needing any prosthetics, however, but should this change, please let me know. I mustn't loose my touch. Practice always makes perfect.

So many to choose. But all still disappointing. I think I'm up for a good meal and a drink right about now, or any sort of a distraction really. Just... to keep my mind off of what has happened these past few days.



[ooc; Strikes = private, not hackable.]

Things seem to be looking up in my favor, aside from these bizarre curses that are messing with the city residents not to mention having to relive my childhood. It took some time but I was able to land myself a job at the Hospital. It's rather lucky of me that I was able to find a position similar to my old one back home.

And here I have been in this place for nearly a month and half, yet still I have not taken the time to have a good look around or meet anyone new. Rather disappointing, to say the least, from what I have observed over this network. Perhaps a night out will help me settle in better.

Can anyone suggest a nice spot for meeting new people? Perhaps a bar or something like that? Sharing a cold one always makes for the perfect icebreaker when making new acquaintances isn't that right, Barbie?.


[ooc; First two strikes are not there and the last one is only viewable by Dexter. Slowly setting a mini-plot in motion for his darling baby brother~. ♥]

This radio thing is weird... I was in that hospital just now though... those stupid nurses. I'm not taking anymore of those pills or talkin' to that doctor.

Where am I?

[Filtered to Dexter, The Major and Sylar]

So, humor me on this one: does the City always have such wonderful albeit absolutely insane events such as this? The whole thing of witch trails ended a hell of a long time ago.

[Filtered to Dexter]

Care for a drink sometime?





[ooc; Rusy is still avoiding making his announcement in the City. The only people who know that he is here are Sylar, Major and his brother. so.. he'll continue to wtf at you all from his apartment.]

[ Standing by the edge of the fountain, hands tucked neatly in the pockets of his jacket, eyes roamed the city scape before him. Anyone who would pass by could see from the un-shadowed portion of his face that it lacked any sort of an expression. Dull eyes shifted their gaze from the night skyline to the shimmering waters reflecting before him. He lifted a hand to rub at his neck, massaging it as he studied the untarnished flesh.

When he last closed his eyes, he had heard those words murmured, an apology, as the pulsating pain from his jugular swelled. The moment to follow, Rudy found himself lying on the ground beside a carousal - the tinkering melody rousing him from what he had assumed was his death. Or perhaps this was the place all of the dead go to in the end...

Running a hand through his hair a quiet sigh escaped his lips. ]


This ticking is bothersome.



[ooc; Feel free to have people spot this rather calm fellow standing by the fountain! Or even better, talk to him! :'D ♥]