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[magnitudes]

( HI guys. This is Sarissa. Last time she was on the network she was wearing a ridiculous shirt and was even more ridiculously drunk, a shenanigan that involved yelling at people about art and being excessively poetic. It was a mess.

Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )

Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—

( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )

Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…

( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.

His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.

( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.

Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.


( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )

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[slightlyoffchilt]

[Carefully:] How are you holding up?

[magnitudes]

Is that actually asking how I'm holding up, or is there some clever psychology stuff folded in there that'll give you some kinda inside scoop on how my brain's working, right now?

( She sighs. )

I mean, I've been better. Doin' alright, but.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I meant it without any ploy. Ployless. [A beat.] You do have a friend in me, Sarissa.

[magnitudes]

Am I Buzz and you're Woody? Or would I be Woody, bein' all rough-as-guts rural?

( A little huff of breath. )

I thought being compassionate would feel easier. I feel it, empathy and that, or I wouldn't have said all this, but— I empathise with the girls being scared, too, and hurt. And I know that you have a choice in what you do, no matter how shitty a time you've had, so he had a choice, too. I'm— not doing great.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not sure of your meaning.

[Is he lying? He might be. Is he so preoccupied with his own image that he won't cop to knowing Toy Story? Maybe. Would this make him Mr. Potato Head? Who knows!]

Regardless, you are being hard on yourself. And I'm not here to chastise you about that -- just to put it on the record. The important thing is that you are analyzing all of this.

[magnitudes]

( oh my gooooood )

Buzz Aldrin and Woodrow Wilson, obviously.

( She's not too miserable to spare them both absurdity, apparently. )

Where have you been? I analyse everything, all the time. Too much, probably.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I will take the implication that I am presidential -- however unintended.

[Hey, he took what he could, especially if it happened to be purposefully misconstrued.]

Maybe it is less a question of the habitual analysis, and more how you apply it?

[magnitudes]

Does that mean you'd rather I called you Woodrow than Good Sir Doctor?

( He may, of course, not get a say in this.

She tilts her head to the side, thinking. She does that a lot. She's either a confused puppy or may have some sort of inner ear issue, it's hard to say. )

But I want to understand everything. ( Sheepish and honest and rolling her eyes at herself. )

[slightlyoffchilt]

I mean, I would most prefer Doctor Chilton. [A beat.] Or Frederick. [Because!! Of friendship!!]

I think I could help you with that.

[He didn't even intend the arrogance in what he saw was a kindly gesture, but Chilton couldn't always divorce himself from it.]

[magnitudes]

If I weren't so serious and somber at the moment,

( she says, fully aware that she is normally at Max Obnoxious and right now she is at Mediocre At Best level Obnoxious, ) I'd ask if Chilter Skilter was totally off the cards. Frederick it is, mate. Maybe Doctor Chilton for a drama and suspense. So, with the understanding everything: I'll take you up on that, Doctor Chilton.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilter Skilter. He won't even address that one, he fears that any comment would be virtual approval -- even disdain, because then she would know that button to push.]

Deeply agreeable, Sarissa. [A beat. He wants to offer her the same compromise, but he had to consider the consequences of calling her Queen Empress Sar of the Issa of all Wiles and Isles, or something.] First name basis it is.

[magnitudes]

( Curses, he knows her too well. Chilter Skilter will be retired. For now. )

Cheers.

( Well that's something nice to come out of this general shitshow of an announcement. The sympathy is nice, but it makes her sort of want to roll into an abyss of some description, so the... friendly chat element to this is better. It's a reprieve. )

So; how's your day goin'? Less dramatic than mine?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Mine typically seem less dramatic than yours on average. [A beat. Which is not a criticism.

[But truth be told, Raina is still separated from him, and he's still feeling the ache of loneliness.]

You know... The usual.

[Tight-lipped he may be, but he doesn't hide it well in his tone.]

[magnitudes]

( She eyes him thoughtfully for a moment. She's self involved, sure, but still bleeds empathy, and isn't oblivious.)

I think I owe you a few rounds. Want to come look at car magazines and drink fancy whiskey? I could use the company, if you're up for it.

( She also wants to be a recluse forever but, you know, BROS. Besides, what she wants isn't generally what's best for anyone. )

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well -- if you could use the company. [A modest refrain, but he can't repress the enthusiasm in his voice. Chilton adores company. He especially adores whiskey and company. Both were ideal methods of dissuading loneliness.]

As for specific hula figures... I am positive I had once witnessed a Dorian one. For sale at a gas station, I believe, as you would expect.

[magnitudes]

I could. Distractions aren't half bad, hey?

( And she can't help a laugh. )

Not punk enough, Frederick. We'll have to come up with something a bit more Sid Vicious.

[slightlyoffchilt]

A bit more Sid Vicious... What do you mean, exactly?

[Asks the man who is more or less the Opposite of Punk. At least he's got his intellectual curiosity for the plunge, though!]

[magnitudes]

Dunno. Charming and anarchistic?

( She shrugs hopelessly, also Not Punk At All. She wears shirts with pineapples and dinosaurs on them, this isn't her area either. Surely Sarah will get the coolest car. )

Maybe we can find some uh— like maybe skulls and union jacks and an anarchy symbol, but we work 'em in somehow that's classy. Like what the uh, the knob for the gear shift could be a metal skull, maybe, but not a shitty looking one. A good one.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well I most certainly see the anarchistic aesthetic coming into fold. [Bearing in mind that "charming", as described by Frederick Chilton, typically involved tie pins. His perspective was easily open to debate.] Curiously, I know of some shops that carry skulls. [Call it the Baltimore Trend.] ... Unless, did you mean plastic ones?

Because I am not sure about the plastic ones.

[magnitudes]

I—

( you could hear the slight squint, even if you couldn't see it. which you can, bless video. )

I was thinking like a metal one. Dunno how Saroula would feel about manhandling an actual skull to change gears. I think she'd feel something along the lines of, ( and she adopts the British accent, here ) Oi, Riss, what the fuck?

And then we're just a kangaroo hop, skip and jump away from her refusing to make me any tea for a week.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Oh, the metal ones. Very metal. See -- a hip pun!]

I could always make you tea, instead.

[Just squeezing himself in line, that's how Chilton usurps, even in a "joking" context -- because he does mean it. He really does. He also makes better coffee than tea, one might not trust him with this task.]

[magnitudes]

Frederick, do you want to be my twin sister?

( SO SRS. )

[slightlyoffchilt]

I don't know -- is she listening, at present?

[Because he certainly did not want to incur her wrath with a YES, YES SARISSA.]

[magnitudes]

Pretty sure she's not, or I would've gotten a punch in the arm already. And— I don't reckon she's heaps happy about this post.

( Which, you know, fair enough. She says it lightly, at least. )

I'll get you a special lapel pin. Do you like lapel pins?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I wouldn't say no to a lapel pin.

[Just look at him; he wouldn't bat an eye.]

Will you have a matching one?

[Oh god.]