Monday afternoon, around the Park

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After a weekend in ToonTown, Sylar had pretty much had enough of his lovely 'assigned' home. The 24/7 music was just the start of his personal nightmare. The primary colors didn't help either. And it was so cheerful he was tempted to go adolescent and enter a Goth phase.

Which was why he was scouting out locations for another home base. (And possibly one or two places to conceal himself.)


[ooc: open RP!]

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Hey! New person, Setsuna's mind spoke up as soon as he saw the man wandering about. He had been out taking a daily walk-run, and slowed down to smile and wave.

"Hello~! Haven't seen you around before. Are you looking for something?" the kid asked, as it was the most logical option; even Setsuna's idiotic brain could figure that much out. Why he had to ask the obvious instead of what was being sought was another issue altogether.

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"A place to stay," Sylar said, smiling a little. And uneasily wondering: just how many kids were running around this place? "I'm Zane. Know any good places to crash?"

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"Zane," Setsuna repeated. "Short, and a little weird. I should be able to remember." Hopefully. Naturally, he gave his name in return. "Mine's Setsuna."

As for the place to stay, Setsuna mused over it, considered being a brat, then decided he shouldn't to someone he barely met and hadn't earned it. Yet.

"Well, what kind of place are you looking for? There's tons of places here. And since the weather's always good, you can even just sleep outside at night with no worries."

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"The weather's always good? Someone mentioned that time's all funky, but no one said anything about the weather." Sylar took a moment to think, then smirked a little. "Somewhere near good food. And maybe the clocks. I might as well try to fix a few, while I'm here." He raised his eyebrows. "Where do most people live around here? Anyone in the castle?"

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"The clocks...." Setsuna snickered a little at that. "I think that's pointless." He might not have thought so when he first arrived, but by now, he felt trying to keep track of time was a waste of it.

"And yeah, the weather never turns bad. You're safe there." A beat. "As for good food, most people have set up places in New Orleans Square, but there's some good stuff on Main Street. And there is a girl living in the castle now. Shizuka, I believe. At least," he gave that thought for a moment, "she had asked about it. It's a castle though. Maybe she wouldn't mind a roommate."

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"Good to know there's food to be had." Sylar immediately shied away from the idea of a roommate. "And no, I'll leave her her privacy. The park's big enough to find someplace for myself without crowding anyone." He stopped next to the Small World ride, mesmerized for a moment by the clockworks. "Fixing the clocks is relaxing to me. Even if they don't stay fixed. I like getting the gears to mesh, the cogs to turn..." He shrugged. "Some people have build ships in bottles. I work with clocks." He gave Setsuna a speculative look. "What do you do around here?"

Well, Setsuna was a kid. Sylar supposed that he probably spent most of his time on the rides even if he'd been there a while.

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"Oh yeah. Plenty of food," Setsuna informed, getting into the conversation. And, hmm, this Zane guy liked privacy, it seemed.

"I'm not sure where there's an ample supply of clocks, but there's a toy shop in Fantasyland with lots of toys. Some of them might be mechanical if you want more gears to mess around with."

As for what Setusna did all day.... "Well, I looked for a way out, at first. Still do from time to time. Lately, it's watch movies and have sex." As soon as the s-word was out of his mouth Setsuna slapped his hands over it, stunned and blushing. He hadn't actually meant to say that. He had been thinking more along the lines of, "Talk to my friends," but it was too late.

Eventually, he managed to mutter, "This isn't helping you find a place," face still bright red, and hands muffling his voice.

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Fantasyland was sounding possible, and then Sylar's thought processes were temporarily diverted to something else. Mostly pure confusion. And some amusement. He paused, looking down at Setsuna. "Really."

Not that he cared, but curiosity got the better of him. "And how old are you, exactly?"

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"Sixteen," Setsuna answered, then tried again to divert the topic, still blushing. "Really. What kind of place are you most interested in? The place with the food? I think there's still some places available there." Maybe.... They'd have to go look. There were probably more places in Fantasyland, but Setsuna didn't know "Zane" was considering that land.

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"Ah." Completely not his business. Interesting for potential embarrassment value of whoever was involved with Setsuna, perhaps. Possibly of use in manipulating either side. But not interesting for itself. Sylar couldn't remember the last time he'd had 'romantic' feelings, or anything associated with that.

"Food's good. I could get something to eat, too, about now." Sylar turned his steps toward Main Street, then casually asked, "So. Are you from some place with magic, or the kind of science that explains all this?"

Hopefully, he'd think "Zane" was being considerate in not following up on that little tidbit of info. Hard to judge, sometimes, when people wanted you to push them, or not. What he wouldn't give for telepathy to steal.

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Simple-minded as he could be, Setsuna mistook the intentions as being purely understanding, or simply uninterested, and gratefully left the topic of his sex life, knowing Sara might kill him for his big mouth.

Back to food! "What kind of food do you like? They've got mainly ice cream, pastries, sandwiches and hot dog type stuff down this way," said Setsuna, playing information desk yet again. He would know about the food....

As for the other question, Setsuna shook his head. "Nope. This place is pretty damn confusing."

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"A sandwich. Although I have a weakness for ice cream," Sylar admitted, ambling along looking everywhere, noting the locations of different rides, knowing he'd be able to find his way back again. Thank you, eidetic memory. Thank you, Charlie.

Ah, well. Setsuna was downgraded from 'target' to 'possible patsy' with ease, and "Zane" smiled. "To me too. Although that Una, the one I met during-- orientation, I guess. She seemed to have some guesses about how this place works."

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"Well, we can get both," Setsuna said with a happy, ignorant shrug.

Una...the name sounded familiar, but Setsuna had never had much contact with her. As for guesses.... "A lot of people have guesses and theories. And a couple of people believe they can narrow down that we have a God, or something like that. But nothing's been proven yet. Fuck how it works. I'd rather just go home."

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"Sounds good." "Zane" smiled in amusement. "I'll buy, since you're playing tour guide. And oh yeah, it doesn't cost anything."

The nature of God. Maybe, if he got a better handle on this place, he'd have some answers before anyone else.

"Any place where I can get painting supplies?"

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Setsuna snorted. "Yeah, food's free. No worries."

As for the painting supplies, Setsuna didn't pay attention to those sorts of things, so he had to think about it for a while. "Nope. Don't think so. There might be spray cans in the back of some of the theatre places, though."

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"Not quite what I'm looking for," Sylar said, shaking his head. "Still. They have to have something around here. Sidewalk chalk would do too." He shrugged. "Anything that'll let me do a few sketches. Just for fun."

And to see what his immediate future held.

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"Side walk chalk.... You that bored?" Setsuna asked, suddenly getting curious. "They might have some in the toy stores. Those kinds of places have lots of things."

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"Not yet. But we have to plan for the future, don't we?" Sylar's smile had edges to it that knives would envy. Then it softened back into something Normal and mild. "Even if the future never gets here, and we just keep having nice sunny days."

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Setsuna was easily oblivious, but something about Sylar's smile in that moment bothered him, though he couldn't say just why. "Future...right.... You play hopscotch when you're bored?"

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Sylar shrugged, relaxing a little, and flashed Setsuna a dorkier smile than usual. "I'm up for learning new things. Anything, really. Never stop learning, right?" He shook his head, chuckling. "You're too young to remember that commercial. Even if it was broadcast wherever you're from."

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"That's a commercial?" Sesuna asked, blinking a little. At least he guessed Sylar-Zane didn't play Hopscotch after all.

"And I'm from Japan. You? If you're from Earth...."

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"New York City, and yeah." Sylar wasn't sure yet what he thought of the whole 'other worlds' concept. "Are you from Tokyo?" And what about Setsuna being fictional? Was that possible? How would he even tell?

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"Yep~!" Setsuna answered easily. "New York City... Never been there. What's it like? Is it really how it looks in all the movies and stuff?"

As for the fictional stuff, Setsuna wasn't positive, but he already thought himself fictional and accepted it readily.

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Pippi and Mr. Neilson were running around at top speed because...

Well, no reason really.

They were both too agile to bump into a totally unsuspecting person, but the sudden flurry of girl and monkey scampering around and under-foot might cause a person to loose balance.

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Yeah, this wasn't exactly reassuring either. And Sylar had heard her coming, but been confused enough by the flurry of two people to not quite manage to maintain perfect equilibrium. "Whoa! Whoa. Whew." He smiled as calmly as he could. "Hello again, Pippi."

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Pippi stopped and bobbed a curtsy to him.

"Hullo Mr Tay-Lord."

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"Good to see you again. And hello to Mr. Neilson, too." Sylar was watching Pippi like the Big Bad Wolf looked at Red Riding Hood. Only more carefully, more cautiously, and with a certain store of patience. "How have you been amusing yourself since the last time I saw you?"

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Pippi isn't the sort of person to consider possibly suspicious behavior until it moved out of the realm of suspicious and down the street to the Kingdom of the Blatantly Obvious. It stemmed as much from her extreme optimistic view of mankind as from her not entirely unjustified confidence in herself.

Mr. Neilson just liked people who liked monkeys and were therefore likely to feed him.

"Hmmm, well, I got lessons with Susan some days. She's teachin' me about readin' and plutterfication and stuff. Mr. Neilson seems to like to play Hide and Seek... Or possibly he's just a naughty monkey who likes to wonder off."

Mr. Neilson has the good grace to look abashed.

"Today I'm Thing Finding." Pippi explained. "And yourself?"

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"I'm Place Finding. And maybe Thing Finding," Sylar said, considering all that. "Who's Susan?" He smiled at Mr. Neilson. "He always comes back though, right?"

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"Ooooh, can I play too?" Pippi asked, perking up a bit. (Just when you thought she couldn't be perkier.)

"Susan is the nice lady who looks after all the children. She's kinda like Miss Prissylissy back home... Only she's smart. She teaches us stuff.

And oh yes, he certainly does. Mr. Neilson knows a good thing when he finds it. Besides, I raised him from a little baby monkey. I'm kinda his monkey mommy."

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"Certainly. I'm looking for a place to live that's private, close to food, and doesn't have music all the time," Sylar said, wincing and rubbing his ears. He could still hear the damn music from ToonTown at this distance, if he concentrated.

Interesting; a makeshift school for the children, even if no time was actually passing. That implied a system of rules, or people who were attempting to keep some kind of order in this place. "Do you have lessons every day?"

He bestowed another smile on Mr. Neilson. "We could find some popcorn for ourselves and Mr. Neilson, if you'd like to help me look."

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Pippi started to think about places that would fit the bill.

"One could hardly be expected to cram so much learning into one's head every day and not expect it to start falling out... No, you need time to digest learning, like food. I lean stuff from Susan a couple of days in a row every couple of days." Pippi explained. "Oooh yes! We're quite fond of popcorn, Mr. Neilson and I. We hardly ever had it before we came here."

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Sylar was trying to remember what he knew about Pippi Longstocking from the books; it had been years since he'd read them in school. Strong enough to lift a horse, he remembered. Lived alone. And wasn't there something about gold coins? Although in Disneyland, that probably didn't count for much.

"That sounds more fun than the school I went to," he observed absently, stopping near a corner stand to scoop up a bucket of popcorn. He threw a piece at Mr. Neilson, smiling a little. "Where were you from, before here?"

Villa Villekula, his brain supplied. He wasn't sure if he *really* believed she was the Pippi Longstocking. But still....

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Mr. Neilson jumped and caught the popcorn, doing a little flip in the process. He scampered up a street light and hung from his tail munching.

"Well I grew up sailing the world with my Papa." Pippi explained. "But my family is from Sweden and I been living in my Papa's house Villa Villacola. Where are you from?"

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Too bad that the dexterity of a monkey wouldn't transfer over, should Sylar wish to acquire it. He refocused on Pippi, and wondered if he'd gotten the name wrong, or if this were not the Pippi he read about; although the mention of her father seemed to clinch it. "I'm from New York City. Brooklyn. Born and bred." He smiled and held out the popcorn to her. "I've been traveling around recently. Visiting friends." Acquiring new talents. "But that's home."

Although, he could go anywhere, do anything... well, except for leave this Disneyland. He sat down on a park bench, and looked up at the perfect blue sky. "This isn't so bad, though."

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"Do you know how to dance the Schottche?"

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"I do not," Sylar admitted, vaguely amused again. "Why do you ask?"

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"It's a skill I myself have recently acquired."

Though, probably not in the same way that Sylar acquires his skills.