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The Palace will be closed all of Tuesday, May 4, while we undergo repairs.

Private to P. Petrelli: I could use a hand if you're willing.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Sure----what with?

Damage from today?

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

You could say that. I apprehended the parties responsible, they require special care.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

...they didn't just disappear at midnight? Weird...

What kind of special care?

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Someone experienced with quick thinking, defense, and animals.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Okay then. What kind of animals? What happened?

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Bears happened, three of them specifically.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

I can only think of one nursery rhyme involving three bears.

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

I think this curse was grasping at straws.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Probably. They'll use anything to cause some trouble, sometimes.

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

They aren't terrible, but the little one requires extra attention.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

...should I be picking up some kind of supplies on the way?

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

No. No foods of any kind.

[2ndnightshift.livejournal.com]

Repairs?

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say.

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Repairs, Dan.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Peter arrives and turns down the first hall as if he knows where he is going when, point of fact, he absolutely does not. Why let that deter him though? He walks with hands stuffed into jean pockets. A short-sleeved shirt is indicative of spring's balmier shift and a certain disregard for the possibility of things becoming cool again, as often they do later at night and earlier in the mornings. Looking around, he isn't certain whether he ought to go left or right, pausing at an intersection of corridors. One reason he's out is the same reason he's usually out anyway--even if there's nothing to do--and that reason is a simple one: he can't sleep. Sleeping is hard lately, has been for a while, and even though he is getting very good at pretending as though he gets enough sleep to be called normal, the truth is far from that. Better, he tells himself, beginning to turn right, to do something with his time if he's going to be awake anyway, right? Right.

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[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

"This way."

His perfectly accented voice doesn't echo but it carries far enough to alert whom Adrian Veidt wants it to. Right now that person is Peter Petrelli, the only other person allowed on the premises at this hour, Dorian Gray and his guest (whoever that is) as exceptions to the rule. The wandering doesn't bother him, he hardly considers the brunette the sort to snoop, especially when he's here on appointed meeting. That sort of reconnaissance is simply not good technique. Petrelli is smarter than that. What Adrian is careful to conceal is his location previous to this atrium. Peter doesn't need to know about his subterranean work. Not yet. In the meantime, the animals in question are nowhere to be found.

"I hope you don't mind the silence. No one wants to drill half past midnight," Adrian says with a nod to various marks of animal wreckage. A tear in the wall here, a broken vase there, food spills on the floor. No blood.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind," he says, because he doesn't, though the City reminds him often of what it isn't and where it isn't in spite of its appearance often being somewhat reminiscent of his New York. Following the direction Adrian indicates, with a gaze that takes everything in but looks for nothing extra. He has no reason to, and sometimes a situation can be as simple as that, if only on the surface level. His footfalls are mild, but everything about Peter has become subdued of late, as if his only remaining lifeline is a combination of here-and-there smiles elicited by the Australian he lives with or the niece he always knows he's comes up short on delivering for even if she'll never tell him that. He is stuck and he has been trying to get himself into anything else, even a running circle, for some time, but it's as if he's forgotten how to move. Keeping busy is the next best thing, and admittedly Scan has been a spot of light. Peter has always been an animal person, and he wonders a little if this matters in the department of bears. Maybe. Probably not. Oh well.

"You work late," he observes, but it is not just a comment on tonight. In a way it is a reference on how whenever they meet it tends to be at night, and yet Adrian Veidt has never struck him as the nocturnal sort, which means he is awake through daylight as well. Then again, the average human can run on remarkably little sleep, and from what Peter has been able to note, Adrian is more than average to some unmeasured degree.

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"I can't dispute that," Adrian says over his shoulder, offering a congenial smile to Peter.

He continues on through the night hour because Ozymandias' work is separate from Adrian Veidt's. The ambitious blond entrepreneur sees the light of day while the man who wants to save the world walks under the veil of night. If he's played his cards right--and he has in his version of New York--no one can tell the difference between the two. Dan himself had said the whole world knows Ozymandias' secret identity but that's only scratching the surface. That's how he likes it. In Peter's case, intuition tells Adrian he isn't the kind of person who enjoys voluntary layering, masking, but he knows it happens. For some people it's natural, perhaps the most dangerous super power of them all.

"Our guests did very little to help," he jokes, hand on a door where it pauses. He gives Peter a casual look, the unspoken exchange of prepare yourself and I trust you before he opens it. The small gymnasium with high windows appears unscathed in comparison to the outside. Within, three grizzly bears, one bigger than the next wander about curiously, marking a bench here, a mat there. The medium sized one, the female, pricks her ears, the first to notice the pair. She stills as she levels her sights on the humans, but she does nothing so far.

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[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

"They seem...." he searches for a word, rather immediately focused on the bears rather than the man who asked him here, but that's a fair attention weight, considering there are three of them and one Adrian. Besides, they are what he is here for, or something like that, so he just watches them for a moment, two moments, three moments, four, and these meld together to form one larger moment. The female seems to be the only one interested in staring back, and Peter not knowing much of anything about bears wants initially to base his tactics on dogs, but quickly decides this would be an error. Don't start, he tells himself, by treating it like it's something that it obviously isn't. He can draw too many unsavory parallels for that kind of behavior anyway, and he's not interested in comparing himself. Still, he does not move in their direction either yet.

Instead he sends Adrian a look that conveys that not only is his trust well placed but that it isn't a question with Peter, not yet, perhaps not even depending on how cards are played and how much tempering Peter decides he can handle as far as holding onto pieces of people he's lost in people he barely knows.

"I feel like I'm missing something. You just want me to watch them?"

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"We're going to walk them to the woods. I'll lead from the front, you'll monitor from the rear." The fact of the matter is, Adrian doesn't trust having not one, not two, but three bears at his back. "They need to be guided," he explains to Peter without telling him why. He prefers the brunette assume the blond doesn't know either. In that sense, a more appropriate parallel is between the bears and horses, except with these three Peter has no need to worry of being kicked in the face. Being mauled on the other hand...well, that's why Adrian called for Peter Petrelli in the first place. He's absolutely certain this man can handle the pressure.

"I have no interest in keeping bears," he shakes his head. No matter how much engineering has occurred under the surface these creatures can never and will never replace Bubastis. He's fairly sure even the other man can see that. The silent moment of ambiguous mourning (guilt) passes in half a breath. Adrian stands up straight then claps his hands twice, getting the attention of all three animals who lumber towards them. Green eyes cut a quick look to Peter: Don't ask how it works. You'll jinx the magic.

[inmyothertights]

You didn't get attacked, did you? I spent all day avoiding a guy who tried to violate me with the lit end of a candle.

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

It must have been quite the event, to close an entire palace.

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

No. I'm fast enough.

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Security precaution. Fortunately the silk is unharmed.