Valentine's Day }{ Open post

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WHO || Characters in the log [open or closed]
WHAT || VALENTINE'S DAY
WHERE || ALL AROUND THE CASTLE
WHEN || 2/14
HOW || DO WHAT YOU WANT

It's Valentine's Day! All around people are happily snuggling up with their loved one or drowning their feelings in booze and/or ice cream. Give out cards or chocolate or commiserate with other single people! Whoo Valentine's Day!

Comments

[watchmaker]

Where would you rather go instead?

[bittersweeter]

[ paris, oregon, the hotel, anywhere...? ] I don't know. [ but she does gently merge into another lane. ] No, we're almost there and I'll want to see the mummies again once we decide not to see the mummies, so.

[watchmaker]

You can wrap me up in toilet paper at the hotel and pretend I'm a mummy if you want.

[bittersweeter]

You're not dead and three thousand years old. [ a beat. ] Well, you might be, but I'm going to go with you not being ancient.

[watchmaker]

I'm too pretty to be ancient.

[bittersweeter]

You'd be pretty anyway. [ she reaches over blindly to pat his cheek. and doesn't miss, yay. (dex 19) ]

[watchmaker]

[mmm he's lovin' it.] Annnd I suppose I could always make myself prettier, if I needed to.

[bittersweeter]

Impossible. [ which she says with a perfect french accent, glancing over with a smile as she pulls into a parking spot against the curb. ]

[watchmaker]

No really, I could. Or are you saying I've already achieved perfection? [once they're parked, he gets out of the car.] I'll never get used to everything being on opposite sides.

[bittersweeter]

Door number two. [ once she gets out, rolling her eyes, because it's not that hard to get used to, okay, she takes his hand and drags him toward the entrance of the museum. ]

[watchmaker]

[WHATEVER GURL. WHATEVER. he's letting himself be dragged now. mmm, a woman who wears the pants.]

[bittersweeter]

[ right through the doors! it's free until 530, but they're a little late. BUT IN THEIR INFINITE WISDOM AND FAITH IN HUMANITY the cost of a ticket is by voluntary contribution so when they get to the ticket booth, lila digs into her purse and very casually slides two dimes across the counter because she is a shitty human being. whoops. the cashier hands over their tickets with the most long suffering sigh. ] Thanks!

[ she passes sylar his ticket and then continues to drag him along until they reach the egypt wing (nav 16) and she all but shoves him in front of the mummies. ]

[watchmaker]

[lila that is awful. (sylar loves it.) when they actually get to the exhibit, he just ... stares. and stares. and stares.] How can you tell that they're juicy?

[bittersweeter]

[ she sighs. and points to on of the wrapped mummies. ] Look at the linen, it's damp. [ and pointing to an unwrapped mummy. ] Look, her cheeks are more mosturized than a teenager with acne.

[watchmaker]

[oh ... he sees it now.] I don't know how you can enjoy that. [sylar: prissiest serial killer of all time. of all time.]

[bittersweeter]

The same way I enjoy a guy who pokes around in people's brains. It's an acquired taste. [ such a sweet smile. ] Come on. [ and dragging him again? where they stop, no one knows. spoilers, it's the rosetta stone. ]

[watchmaker]

[WHEEEEEEE to the rosetta stone they go. and instead of thinking any deep thoughts about it, sylar instead thinks ... awful things.]

That thing must weigh a ton. Imagine hitting someone with it.

[bittersweeter]

[ she leans over to peer at the plaque. ] 760 kilograms. Over sixteen hundred pounds, I guess. Can you even lift that?

[watchmaker]

With my brain, maybe. I mean, if I can flip a semi ...

[bittersweeter]

That's true. Okay so. [ she takes the napkin out of her bag and holds it up between herself and the stone. ] Let me try again. [ isn't she so cute? AND DECIPHER SCRIPT 21 SO SHE DID THE THING. ]

[watchmaker]

[he doesn't know she figured it out, so he's still currently standing back in confusion.] Did you just ... use the Rosetta Stone to try to decipher my signature?

[bittersweeter]

Uh, yeah. [ a beat. ] No, I was just making a spectacle of it. But I think I've figured it out? [ she says all this while staring intently at the napkin, chewing on her lip. ]

[watchmaker]

[what a dork. but she's his dork. and ... seemingly a lot more invested in this than he is, bless her heart.] What is it?

[bittersweeter]

Gabriel. [ she glances up. ] Nice to meet you again.

[watchmaker]

[he continues looking confused, because it still doesn't quite register as his name to him. he doesn't know what he was expecting, though — for it to click? yeah, maybe a click. but instead he got nothing.] Are you sure?