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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

...yeah, it just occurred to Stephen that he counts as a flier. You know, seeing as he owns an antigravitational device and is reaching the final leg of jet construction.

Go team him?

Anyway, he's now having a look around for Nathan Petrelli (the real one, please and thanks), for whom he also has some news on the making-holes-in-reality front. Not terribly exciting news, but a plan, at least. (He's also keeping an eye out for Thrust, for the purposes of getting blueprints. Yes, he's building a fighter jet and a kind of cross-reality teleport and a bit of alien robot tech in the same lifetime. It's possible that he's overbooked himself.) Plus: he's totally botherable by anyone with a hankering to chat.

Catch him anywhere, twirling a well-used spanner between his fingers and humming to himself as he walks.

[ooc: slowtimes will be the order of the day, I am afraid.]

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[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

"Are...?" Gray prompts, with a trace of a teasing smile.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"...keeping close company?"

He's not particularly bashful, but it seems a good way of putting it.

[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

"You could say that, yes."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay. Awesome.

"Sort of fitting, really."

[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I suppose it is."