'Hi, this is Claire. I can't make it to the phone right now for some reason,
but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!'


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I'm never really sure what to say when I come back to this place or what to express. Resentment? Excitement? Hola? Fortunately the last couple of times that I left and came back, I was kind of spared the decision making and just got to go through the motions instead, but this time it was different. I don't know why - maybe it's got something to do with what's going on and what's gone on at home - but I'm not really complaining about it. Am I farthest ahead now?

It's good to be back, even though I know a lot of people are... gone. That never changes about this place. I guess I'm just disappointed that I didn't get to say goodbye, but I know they knew - know - that I would've wanted to if I had the chance. Sorry I -

That doesn't take away from the fact that there are still people here that I'm happy to see again, and the only reason I haven't started pounding on the ceiling with a broom is because I can be polite.

It's good to be back. It's good to be back when things have changed so much at home. I hope everyone's doing okay and hasn't been attacked for ice cream or shoes or whatever. Sorry I didn't say anything as soon as I got back last night, but there was a lot of crap up here to sort through, and it was pretty late. I guess that mostly extends to Peter. But -

What'd I miss?

[ooc: sob 8:30AM class = bedtime for me. I'll grab any tags in the morning! Goodnight guys ilu ♥!]

[the device clicks on deliberately, and the sound of hurried breathing and hard, fast footsteps can be heard not far away]

So it's pretty obvious by now that something's going on up at the prison. To say the least. I've checked the network a couple times, and all I keep seeing are posts of people being trapped and tortured and the deities just sitting back and laughing about it, which is definitely along the lines of Not Good, given the way this place operates. And I don't know about everyone else here, but that's not really how we handle things where I come from, so.

[there's a substantial pause while Claire considers her words and also manages to run into someone as she brings her network device closer to her mouth]

So I'm going up there to see what I can do personally. People that I know are in there, and I'm not going to sit around and just hope they figure out how to get out themselves. I figure being indestructible's gotta come in handy sometime, right? If anyone has the means to help out and wants to, let me know. If anyone needs help, let me know, and I'll try my best to get to you. Or make sure someone does. Or... I don't really know. If you're inside, and you can tell me anything, that'd be really helpful.

[the pause that follows is distinctly awkward]

Pe [she takes a breath] That's it, I guess.

[the sound clicks off]

So how long do you typically wait before you know that someone is gone for good?

Zach left. I don't know when. He knew he was going. He even left a letter. It makes me feel like it was final. People keep saying that it's selfish to wish that their friends could stay here instead of going home, where they're needed and where they need to finish things or move on through their lives. I think that's stupid.

I'll never - He would've wanted to say goodbye to everyone, if he could, so consider this one from him.

[ooc; sleeping very soon. will grab tags tomorrow <33333]

( private | unhackable )

I've been putting off finishing the list thing up for a long time now, and more than actually having nothing to list, these days I guess I just feel like I've got nothing to say. Or maybe it's just me being unwilling to accept finality or something. It's been over a year. I've done things here that I never thought I'd do - whether here or at home - and... that's great I guess. I don't have any fancy words or eloquent sayings, no real thoughtful questions to ask. If I had to describe myself in one word, I think it would be 'zen.'

Posting just to say that you're in a centered place and that you're mostly okay with things just seems so superficial, though, since a lot of people aren't zen and we shouldn't be zen in a place like this. The clock keeps ticking in the Underground, the deities probably keep laughing the longer we try for bigger and better poetry, that kind of thing. But we're all just... here. I think some people are bored, I think some people are fine, and I think the rest of us are just skating by on the surface, and that's fine, too. But I just spent a lot of time putting off finishing the list thing again,, so let's get right to it:

97. What do you do when your little pet puff ball doesn't fit into your pocket anymore? I feel like I have empty nest syndrome or something.
98. Going off of what I said earlier about some people in this place being bored, not all of us can just throw a party whenever we want. That being said, it's been a long time since we had a crazy Mario Party tournament, and I feel like my couch is ready for a little action. Hiro needs a break and - I think people need a break from the doom and gloom, so if anyone is interested, let me know. Yes, there will be pastries involved.
99. For anyone who's gotten hurt lately, get well.
100. This list is finished.

So. That's that. In other news: Peter! you can't escape dinner. Tonight. I'm paying and you're not getting out of it. I think I -

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[filtered to friends; unhackable]

I'm sorry for what I said or did last weekend, as belated as this apology is. That's not who I am, and that's not who I want to be, and that's not who I'm going to be. Maybe it was just a curse, but when you turn into a potential version of yourself, it kind of shakes up the whole 'this is just a curse' idea. So I just wanted to apologize.

So... there's that. I just want to get past it, and I feel like apologizing is the first step.
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There have been a lot of philosophical questions on the network lately, to the point where I'm starting to wonder if maybe I signed up for a class and didn't realize it. I think it's a good thing sometimes. It gets you thinking, at least, makes you wonder about things that maybe you don't think about everyday. At least, I know I don't sit around in my pajamas, eating cereal, and questioning the mysteries of the universe. Maybe the mysteries of what I'm going to have for a snack later, but that's about as far as the universe goes at buttcrack-o'clock in the morning and retarded-c'lock at night.

After this weekend, though, I'm kind of left with a lot of questions as far as relationships go. And I don't just mean romantic attachments or anything like that, but all relationships: friendships, family, mock-family, hero worship. I think after a while you have to start wondering if they're all worth it in the end and how healthy they are at all. I'm not saying that the relationships that I've got personally with people aren't worth it. I think they are. I think they're a big part of who I am today and why I'm not completely crazy by now, and I love the people in my life for all the things that they do, but at some point you have to stop and wonder: is it fair to keep people in your life even though you know they'll end up getting hurt or that they might end up hurting you?

Everyone has a different situation in life, something else that they may or may not become. And, yeah, you can say, 'it's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all' or that everyone is probably going to get hurt at some point in their life, and it's unhealthy to try and protect them or yourself from that. I should know. My dad took all the steps that he could to protect me from every last possible threat in the known universe. Even paper cuts. I know that people are going to get hurt, and that people are going to hurt me, but I guess the question is this: if you knew something about yourself was going to hurt you and hurt people you cared about ahead of time, would you still risk it just to have it for the moment? Is it actually worth it?

I made something different. Any volunteers?

[ooc: and class now. back soon <333]

This is Claire Bennet, and I'm looking for Peter Petrelli.

If you've got any sense of self-preservation, you'll point me in his direction as fast as you can, and you'll stay out of my way after you've done it, all things considered. Some of you are far too close to his caliber to be completely off of my radar, even four years later, and it's not like I ever forget a name or a face or an intention.

Clock's ticking. I've waited - worked - I haven't got all night.

You wouldn't deny a niece her only uncle, would you?