Ahhh, cheers for that - I missed that bit.
Do you think Lydia made Tracy walk home afterwards? Possibly because she was implying they were a bunch of dirty, smelly hippies without proper jobs? (btw, more power to your elbow, Tracy!)
I thought much the same. As with the random guests and staff who were unlucky enough to attend that rich woman’s party at the mansion, sucks to be near anyone who’s pissed off Samuel.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more to the story, though – they’ve got quite an array of powers there, so maybe there’s some synergy effects, something that doesn’t really depends on anyone’s power in particular. The effect wasn’t a typical tele-whoosh, more of a gradual phasing over. Besides, the compasses seem to have some power of their own, being able to locate the carnival without anybody specifically using any power on them.
Yeah, Samuel said something about “a feeling he gets” each time a new member is added to their “family.” I am thinking he is beyond simply an earth-mover, and he gets some sort of power-up from all the people in the carnival.
Sort of like John Constantine’s synchronicity Highway?
Depends on when her self-healing power kicked in. It seems some powers don’t manifest until adolescents. This is similar to the problem that occured in True Blood – teenage Jessica was turned into a vampire with her hymen in tact, and it rejuvenates over and over.
Huh? She’s still a virgin and her powers have already manifested-- they’ve been going strong since (before) season 1. Have you seen the show?
The actor who plays Samuel played Theodore “T-Bag” Bagwell on Prison Break, one of the most crazy evil characters to ever grace tv.
He’s doing a great job on Heroes, but it’s really hard to see him in anything and not see T-bag, like some Law & Order re-runs he’s in.
I could barely pay attention to the episode last night. It did not draw me in at all. Like was said previously in this thread, I hope it was just one off-night.
Oh, we’ll flush that T-bag nonsense right out of you now (SFW. Really)
Plenty of girls have their hymen broken without having sex, and it can happen at a young age. If that is the case with Claire, before her healing abilities manifested, there’s no reason to think her hymen would self-heal.
She’s also got pierced ears - how does that work?
Maybe the healing doesn’t work if it’s something the person wants to have “damaged”.
Wasn’t able to watch Monday, so I just finally got time to watch it online.
I like how badass Claire can be. Sororities should be careful who they try to kidnap. And the fact that her opponent was invisible and she was nailed to a wall didn’t seem to take any of the fight out of her. I don’t think anyone can blame Gretchen for crushing on the cheerleader.
I’m wondering if the compasses have the teleport power somehow. Maybe that’s how the Unseen Sorority Sister came home for a visit that time. Even so, Samuel does seem to have a lot of abilities that show up whenever he needs something new.
Ali Larter seemed to almost be acting at times. She’s still nothing great, but she might be improving.
Next episode will definitely have one thing to recommend it: a pre-neutered, fewer-powers, fully-evil all-in-one-body-without-any-spare-personae Sylar. It’ll be interesting to see how present-day Hiro, having beaten the ‘billian’ at one point, will react to the encounter. He should have made a stop-off to pick up his sword.
Sword? How about some pants 
Where is that sword, anyhow?
Is one of them nailing a producer for screen time?- hey, maybe they both are. Maybe together-hey, slash can be fun!
(Speaking of which-Spock/Spock slash? Cannot be unseen)
Back in Georgia, Noah’s trying to bail his new power-of -life- and-death protegee out of juvie , sans a ‘one of them’ partner
Noah: C’mon sheriff, Jeremy didn’t kill his parents. They just blocked up the furnace themselves, made some Lean Cuisines and waited for their horrible inevitable deaths. It’s obvious!
Sheriff: I’m southern, I’m not stupid. You’re gonna need more than that to lawyer him out of this
Noah, speed dialling: Haitian, Haitian… damn, no answer. Matt, Matt… damn, voice mail
Matt: Hi, I can’t take your call right now, I’m having a dissociative personality breakdown, leave a message
Noah: Dissociative personali- I’ll call Niki! Shit, dead. OK, Tracey. Hi Tracey, can you come to Georgia and coach a kid who accidentally kills people with his ability too? And pretend to be his aunt and sign off on his probation papers?
Tracey: I don’t even do that for my real nephew
Noah: We help people now, remember?
Tracey: Fine, I’m getting in the car, I’m in Washington now, I should be there in about -what, 20 minutes?
And now, back to tonight’s other homoerotic love story:
C and G, locked very snugly in a car trunk, take some time to work on their relationship
Gretchen: Wow, this is like in Out of Sight when George Clooney escaped prison by kidnapping Jennifer Lopez and escaping together in a car trunk
Claire: Jennifer Who?
Gretch: They had sex afterwards too
Claire: I’m not surprised- they have whole websites devoted to stuff like this
Hey waitaminute-Thud
Samuel: I have to go to Georgia and help a boy; can someone move some space and time for me?
Poof
–thanks, whoever. Tracey m’dear, ever thought of joining the circus?
Tracey: Buster, you could be the heir to every meth fortune east of the Mississippi and you still couldn’t get this.
Poof
Samuel: Looks like I just did. Welcome to the carnival
Tracey: Ewwww, straw.
Samuel: We’re a family here, bring Jeremy to us, we can protect him.
Tracey: No way. Who’s the skank?
Lydia: Hey! Bite me, blondie.
Samuel: We can protect you too, be the family you need, we don’t judge. By the way, loved your work in the parking garage last year.
Tracey: You have a crantini stand here? No? Then not even in the running, send me back somewhere I won’t get poo on my heels.
Samuel: OK, if you insist, but we can hide Jeremy from a cruel world that doesn’t understand our kind
Tracey: Crantini withdrawal, buddy.
Samuel: Fine, go back Poof
GabNathleriell, 2 days into carnival life and already dressing out of a pile of clothes the carnie kids probably stole from a thrift store: I know her!
Samuel: You remember! She beat the crap out of you with a parking meter, then that Japanese guy ran you through with a katana and a cockroach dragged you into the sewer. Rough night that was for ye.
SyNathlriel: No, I saved her life, then we flew around Washington, went to her place and got drunk. Afterwards we tried to start a mutant super-soldier army, but the building blew up. Hey, Can I fly?
Samuel: Settle down there, those aren’t your memories you’re having. Let’s see some of those killer maniac memories again. We like that side of you.
NathSyeriel: Those bad memories don’t feel like my memories. Besides, does this look like a serial killer hat?
Samuel: It’s almost like -someone stole your psychotic killer side!
SyNathlriel: Fine! They can keep it! I’d rather keep the jet-flying, blonde-screwing, power and money memories. Can I have the jet, the power, the money, and the blondes now?
Samuel: D’you remember-having a mother?
NatGabler: Ma? She’s evil.
By the way, Sylar, hate the hat…not as much as I hate trucker hats, but still, hate the hat. But if you’re trying for the ‘I’m way too doofus to be a calculating homicidal maniac, now be on your way, Constable’ look, good choice!
Noah: I’m taking Jeremy to live in DC with a new identity
Tracey: I found somewhere for him too
Noah: Where?
Tracey: Living with a strange man from a traveling carnival who recruits orphaned boys with abilities
Noah: All right, then; sounds like a great place for a kid. I guess school, stability and his own apartment just wouldn’t give him what he needs. Sign him out, let’s go.
Outside the police station, the villagers have gathered to wave pitchforks at the newly orphaned emo kid
Random rabble guy:You suck, orphan boy!
Jeremy: Wanna see something get sucked? How about the life right out of you? Grabs his arm, rabblerabble guy groans and drops. The remaining rabble get the hell back. They’re southern, they aren’t stupid
Noah: Jeremy, you can do it! Save the rabblerabble guy!
Jeremy: Y’know? No.Asshole stays dead. Can I go back to jail now, sheriff?
Bad sheriff: Sure we’ll take you back to jail. With your ears nailed to a car bumper…
Noah: Jeremy, no, come with us! We can teach you to be good!
Bad sheriff: Let’s go son; time we indulged in some southern law enforcement prisoner killing stereotyping.
Jeremy: I should kill you, but I won’t. I think I’ll live to regret that
Bad sheriff: Not for long, boy
Claire: So how long have you known you’re gay?
Gretchen: Bi, really. I’ve slept with more guys than girls
Claire: Really? A…lot?
Gretch: Six, eight, not that many. You?
Claire: Uhhhhhhhh
Gretch: You *are * a virgin! Naw! Really? It grew back, right? Tell me it grew back, that is so cool Ack! A meathook invisibly flings itself across the room, choking the inappropriate line of questioning right out of her
Claire: Oh thank god she stopped talking about it-HEY! Claire is invisibly flung to the floor
Gretch: Ack…
Pink and Screams: Our prize, we win! Meathooks, ack!
Claire: grabs something big and pointy & starts swinging Don’t fuck with me; I’ve crashed prisoner transports for less * Thwack! Thwack! Thud! *
Becky: Ow! My hair! De-invisibles, shoves Claire off, half-invisi-runs away, just visible enough for Claire, Gretch, Pink and Screams to get a half-eyeful of girl-Claude
Screams: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!!!
Pink: Oh yeah, prize is mine-hey, did Becky just melt?
Claire, impaled on some spikey thing: Get this stake outta me!
Gretchen: Hold on… *pulls Claire off the rebar,dusts her off, watches sucking chest wound repair itself *
Pink: Did you just heal a stake through your heart?
Screams: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- Oh hell, I’ve had it. Taxi!
Gretchen: What’re we going to do about these two, Scooby?
Claire: Ruh roh.
Tracey: Geeze, fat lotta good you did Jeremy there, Atticus. You really suck at helping people by yourself
Noah: Maybe I should go take up Angela’s offer to fire up Primatech again.
Samuel: See what happened to us misunderstood accidental killers with abilities? Rabblerabble, torch the castle, next thing you know, you’re dead, freeze lady. Sure you don’t want to come to the carnival?
Tracey: Hmmm, maybe put some crantinis in the slushie machine, we’ll talk
Matt comes to in a sea of empties Yes! I win! Sylar’s gone!
Sylar: Don’t be so sure- look in the mirror
Matt: Dammit! You have my body!
Mattlar: Car keys, please? Mwah ha ha!
Did he just mwah ha ha? Matt actually mwah ha ha’d? Oh, fabulous, now we have…hmmmmmm Grunberg impersonating Sylar impersonating Matt. Great, someone else impersonating someone else, cubed. Someone start making a chart, and cross reference: Sylar mind/Matt body to Sylarbod/Gabriel-Nathanhead; Matt’s mind’s in a broom closet somewhere I guess…I’m gonna need more paper
Samuel and his extraordinarily ugly boots take a final stomp around Hazard Co:
Samuel: Nice police station you got here. Shame about that earthquake
Sheriff: What earthquake?
Thud
Next time: Charlie, Sylar in a trucker hat, and Hiro and his hospital gown’d butt are back for Midland: 2006- Revenge of the MOTAS. There may be waffles
HA! That is so precisely how it was! 
Excellent work as ever, Annie. And hey, mention of Mohinder even if we didn’t get to see him. That’s got to be a good sign.
On a far more serious note, I was totally creeped out by the fact that Sylar raped Janice and it was presented as just another thing for Sylar to needle Matt about in terms of his insecurities.
That wasn’t rape.
Why? Because she didn’t know?
It’s made quite clear from Matt’s reactions that he wasn’t aware that he and his wife have just had sex. I’m not trying to be antagonistic here but I don’t get why this isn’t rape. She thinks she’s having sex with her husband and instead she’s having sex with a vicious killer.
The nearest real world parallel I can think of is the notion of someone breaking in to a woman’s house whilst she’s asleep and her sleepily waking up and agreeing to have sex with him because she mistakenly assumes it’s her partner. Honest non sarcastic question: what would you call this if not rape?
She was raped. How would you feel if someone inhabited your body (let alone your worst enemy) to nail your wife? Sylar got to experience nailing her without her knowledge or consent. And even though Matt’s wife wasn’t the wiser, she’s just been violated by someone else’s mind. I’ll contend that real rape is worse. Break it up into two parts, sex is both physical and mental. She’s consented to Matt’s physical body for years… so there’s no risk or mental damage there. But if she were to find out Sylar was behind the wheel during the act, she’d probably be repulsed and psychologically hurt. (That is, if it doesn’t actually turn her on! :eek: )
Of course, it’s an impossible scenario, so it’s all pretty moot.
Annie, I just sent your synopsis off to my brother in Texas. He’s been waiting very impatiently.
Yeah, let’s not spend a lot of effort clubbing this particular hypothetical into the ground.
I don’t think Janice believed him when Matt said someone jumped into his head, she was probably just humoring him to get him help, since:
Matt and Sylar are now pretty much Niki and Jessica. The whole first season, it was really not clear until the end that N/J was Niki and her split personality with the freaky back tattoo. My theory/hope is Matt got a big nasty gawk at Sylar’s subconscious while he was draining his brain and it influences him- it’s not some disembodies evil personality that bounces from person to person molesting their wives. Matt just looked in the Pandora’s box of the sociopathic mind, paired that up with his natural distaste for poking in people’s heads, and went nuts doing it. ‘Evil Sylar’ 's more a nasty archetype than real Sylar anyway.
I’m really hoping that; but hope dribbles away as across the country meatbag Sylar and Samuel keep yapping about ‘where’s bad Sylar’s personality, anyway?’
Neato! But the Dope doesn’t charge anymore, get him to sign on up!
Unless he’s in prison or something, then my apologied for being insensitive! 
You really believe Mohinder would be allowed near anything even remotely resembling real academic circles? Best case scenario, he’s hawking energy crystals at a cheesy alternative medicine centre somewhere in New Mexico. You know, places where they encourage you to get in touch with your spirit animal to cure your cancer. In Mohinder’s case, it’s a lobotomised horse.