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[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

There are alot of thoughts being thrown around Milliways today. Besides the usual mundane things there are the less mundane. The more obscure. The Who am I? Where am I? What am I? Thoughts.

These...are thoughts that the man curled under a table would be having.

If his hands weren't clamped over his ears.


[OOC: in forgetting who he is? Matt has forgotten his control over his ability. BE WARNED AND WARY YOUR THOUGHTS WILL BE HEARD. He doesn't want to? But he will. hands down.]

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan came over with some concern. Trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hey, you all right, man?" What's his problem? Wonder who he is. Actually not sure who I am either.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

What's his problem? Wonder who he actually is?

"....Buddy." Matt says in a low voice, "If I had any freakin idea what my problem was I wouldn't hesitate to tell you."

A muscle in his cheek twitches and his hands clamp over his ears tighter. It's cramped. Really cramped.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Huh? I just asked if you were all right."

What the hell? He idly ruffled through his pockets and stumbled on a wallet.

Great... wow, I'm rich! And have a family, I think? Nathan...Petrelli? Ugh, weird last name.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Somewhere a bell rings.

But it's not in Matt's head, and it's not related to any thought processes of his, so he shakes his head and frowns, "I'm peachy keen Mr. Rich man, thanks for asking."

Petrelli. Petrelli.

The name circled for a moment, "...Absolutely fuckin' right."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"...I didn't say anything about being rich. How did you know? Do you know me?"

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt stares.

And stares.

And stares.

And- "....No. You said it."

He pauses, "...And don't fuck with me. I know you did. You said it plain as day. 'Great... wow, I'm rich! And have a family, I think? Nathan...Petrelli? Ugh, weird last name'"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan blinked several times.

"Pretty sure I didn't. I just said the other. Not that. How did you know? What are you, doing magic or something?"

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

Raspberry's mind is, quite frankly, all about sex.

Until she notices Matt, that is.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck? Dude, why are you under that table?"

Ooh, he's kinda cute.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD THE THOUGHTS.
THE THOUGHTS. IN HIS HEAD. THE SE-

Matt is trying not to giggle and scream. The noise he makes is somewhat amusing.

".....I'm a table inspector. I'm examining this table for signs of dry-rot."

He twitches, "...And I appreciate it. Did you say that?" Cute. She thinks he's cute.

The fact that she's made of gelatin hasn't registered yet.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"You're full of shit and probably crazy," she tells him cheerfully. "But you're also pretty hot, so I don't mind. You wanna come up here with the normal people? I'll buy you a drink!"

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"...You're not normal." Matt says calmly, "....At least I don't think you are. You don't look normal. Shiny. Not normal."

Pause.

"...'m actually...kinda okay down here. Take a drink though. Um..."

He frowns, Don't let on that you're possibly going crazy. So he didn't know his name! There were reasons for that! And uh-urh-uh-

"...What's good here?"

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Dunno! Gimme a sec." She leaves, to return entirely too quickly with two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Hey, the bar isn't that hard to figure out.

"You'll kinda need a table unless you plan to put your glass on the floor. C'mon. It's safe up here, I promise."

How many drinks till he stops being crazy and I get a shot at getting into his pants? she wonders idly.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

See Matt. See Matt cringe under the table, "...Uh..."

This man has just gone the color of milk.

"...'f you're buyin' I'll just put my glass on the floor thanks..."

He has now gone BEET red.

[berryberryraz.livejournal.com]

"Yep, 's my bottle." Raz pours two glasses, hands him one, and sits under the table with him, cross-legged. The trenchcoat she's got on will protect the floor from her slimy butt. Unfortunately for Matt's sensibilities, she does not have the trenchcoat fastened, and thus he gets an eyeful of some very nice Jell-O boobs.

"So what's your name, table inspector guy? I'm Raspberry." She certainly smells like it.

[queenofmay]

Marian peeks under the table at him. There are thoughts, or at least recent remembrances of what certain things she's supposed to be are, but mostly they are disregarded and she is a blank slate like him.

"Are you okay?"

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt's eyes are wide.

"....I don't know. No. No. It's Really loud in here."

[queenofmay]

She looked around. There was a dull roar of people talking, but that wasn't really all that loud.

"No, it isn't."

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

"...You-"

This is bad.

"You can't hear it? Sounds like a bunch of chattering monkeys. Some of the shit people're sayin' too..."

[queenofmay]

Marian got down on her knees, thankful for the big froofy dress for the first time since...well, waking up. She was shaking her head, but her expression had turned concerned.

"There are people talking out here, but it's--" she can't say normal, because she's not sure what normal is, so she looks out and them, then back to him. "Sort of dim. I can't make out what most are saying, just that they are talking."

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt hesitates, before shaking his head abruptly, ".....No, They're everywhere. And they're loud. It's-"

There cannot be that many people in the room.

"...You can't hear-"

His face pales and he does his best to climb back under the table, hands still over his ears.

[heromolly.livejournal.com]

Well, here's someone with some more mundane thoughts. In fact, her least mundane thought is What's the matter with the people here?

Walking by the table, Molly does a double-take.

"Officer Parkman?" What's he doing under the table?

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt's eyes are the size of dinner plates, "...I don't know. The surest bet is that this is all a hallucination and..."

When he realizes that the owner of that particular...voice...thought..is a kid, Matt freezes, "...I'm..."

"..Under cover?" Must not let her know I've lost my mind! Especially since this kid seemed to know him.

"Hey there lil' miss...miss..."

Now, Matt Parkman is unlikely to forget Molly Walker. Ever. Hence why this might seem slightly unnerving.

[heromolly.livejournal.com]

"No, you're under a table." It's a weak joke at best, meant to break the tension. Molly's not sure that it worked.

Yeah, his inability to remember her is definitely a little scary. "I'm Molly Walker," she says. Molly crouches down so that she's eye-level with him. "You came to my house after the boogeyman killed my parents, remember? And you stopped him from taking me away."

He's her hero. She'd never forget her hero.

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Matt pales. Someone killed this kid's parents?

Two and Two are put together in Matt Parkman's head as he lowers his eyes to the ground and then back at her, "....I did?"

This might be a little scary you see. Matt looks genuinely confused, and a little scared.

[heromolly.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Molly nods.

If Matt is scared, then Molly's close to terrified. This is her hero, the man who said he'd never let anyone hurt her. And all of a sudden he doesn't remember her anymore?