Still Seeking the Unseen

Hi. It's Tarot again. While I'm relieved that my powers came back I'm still having trouble finding Claude. Those last 2 leads turned out to be dead ends. The company that had Claude (or a lookalike) has closed up shop and the TV show that I thought Claude might be in is no longer filming. While seeing events and things is a skill of mine, finding folks isn't. While I know there is a special who can do that I have no idea where she is either. I also don't wanna eat up time looking for a different special when the one person I really want to find is Claude. I did try using my cards and manged to keep my finances up but no luck finding Claude that way. I was really beginning to get discouraged...


And then I stumbled across this picture. From what I gather this fellow is selling hi tech weapons of some kind. He also looks intimidating but then so does Claude when he's in a mood. If that's not Claude (which I don't think he is), I hope he's selling information as well as weapons. This could be a relative, as Claude isn't into the sort of weapons this fellow is selling. As I recall, Claude prefers mop handles and beer bottles, preferably ones he's emptied himself. And while I know he enjoys watching a good fight, those were fist fights not all out war. Claude's pretty basic when you get right down to it: Watch a fight, make some money, then go get drunk. It's not that Claude isn't clever enough to sell arms, he just doesn't go in for all out country vs country fighting. Though from what I've gleaned the fellow in the picture is into black market stuff. I'll see what he has available for stealth gear. He just might have something that could help me find Claude... so long as he doesn't turn out to be Claude himself trying a new game- which I doubt. From what I gather this man is up in Scotland somewhere in a castle. He's probably a distant relative of Claude's. I'm wondering if I ought to go back to Blackpool for research, first.

Of course the thought has occurred to me that as I'm looking for Claude, he could be following me around invisibly, seeing what I'll do next, out of boredom or whatever. That certainly would explain Clyde's odd behavior at times. I have yet to figure out how to see Claude when he's cloaked short of using infrared goggles. While I know those would indeed show me if he was about, I worry about the attention a pair would attract. There's no telling who else might be looking for Claude. I've a strange feeling I'm not the only one seeking hard to find people. I also have a nagging feeling that things are about to get a lot more dangerous back in the States. I may just stay on this side of the Pond a bit longer... maybe for the rest of my life.

Best. Blog. Ever.

So,

I heard from a dude from another dude from yet another dude that knows this chick and she said the Burnt Toast Diner was hiring. 

Here I am.

I'm still iffy on whether this is some huge prank I am totally down for bringing in Sam and representing the glory that is Sam's Comics... maybe even make a few extra sales for those Red Hulks and 9th Wonder comics that don't ever really leave the shelves.

So check this out.

I'm at my shop, chilling with my homie, or just deviant useless friend in general, Frack and in pops these two Asian dudes and I'm like whoa Asians in Kansas.. I mean not the strangest thing to happen....


But, that wild Bigfoot still haunts me to this day and no one understands.

*cough* 

Anyways they were all up the merchandise and I know that man these dudes are tripping and not in a sharing or good way, Frack shows me this lame to the mill comic with us on the cover, how the hell can he afford to get that done when he still owes me for pizza, but I digress.

I'm about to lay my pimp hand or shoe down over the counter but they got the plastic to back it up, or the tubby did anyways - he didn't even notice how much I was charging him.

Who's banking. Sam's banking.



As I dream of my future mustache, the lil one wigs out and runs to the potty. I'm either thinking that dude is going to stop the toliet or just go mad in there. It has happened before and wasn't pretty.



So I have to tell this dude, who I still don't think is Hiro, to go save the world and all that shiz. Who is the real hero in all of this. Yea you got it, me.

And then he blinks out with a constipated look on his face and is gone. 

Before I know it, this chick.

Yea that one.

Oh Daphne.



And another Dude supposedly named Parkman show up. Daphne, I can understand she's always been hot even with the metal legs... and we were cool and so together for like a week in grade school. She dug my hotness.



And yea I totally got that stare she was giving me with those wonky pouty lips...

Who still loves you Baby! I do, I have a global comic book chain. Both in Japan and Kansas. He's got... well damn looks like he has her.

But if this is real and just not bad pizza, that means the dough boy cop is probably reading my thoughts. I should tell my wingmen to fetch the donuts. 

But if that doesn't work, it was still worth it, and I can still say.

Best. Day. Ever.

The Sam Effect

I don’t really care that this Eclipse lasted for 5 minutes, 10 minutes or forever and a day. I just really care that I have my abilities back oh and that I made up with my father of course. I mean I’m not that cold and bitter about life. The first thing I’m going to do is break my Forest Gump DVD in half, preferably over Matt’s head. Now that I can go back to my old ways (lying, stealing, playing both sides of the coin) I don’t really need to hang around Kansas, self-evaluating about my decisions in life and bond with Hiro and his wife Ando. However, Matt insisted we had to help them so Hiro could get his memory back.

Once we arrived at Sam’s comics, I confessed that Sam is my childhood crush, but seeing him when we walked in the store with his friend Frack salivating over those 9th wonder comics made all those feelings surface again. I mean who could resist a guy who probably ditched his high school prom to spend his hard earned cash on a 1979 mint condition Boba Fett? Or maybe has a pirated copy of the 1978 Starwars Holiday Christmas special. I think I feel tingly in all the wrong places.

Just because I find Sam attractive doesn’t mean I don’t love Matt even though we’ve never kissed or have seen each other naked or have never slept in the same room or have gone out on a date or…well I could keep going but you get the idea. Come to think of it we haven’t done much of anything in the romance department. No wonder I’m starting to fantasize being alone in the stockroom with Sam.

Lets compare the two men. Sam exudes coolness, it leaks out of his pours. I mean sure he eats junk food and works in a comic book shop, and gets overly excited on Wednesdays but that still means he’s cool right? Then we got Matt who sweats a lot and smells like Krispee Crème donuts. So while I was debating on how to get Sam to notice me (by plotting various ways of kidnapping George Lucas) Matt was talking to Hiro trying to get him to go back in time and convince Sam not to work in the comic book store so I’d never have the opportunity to meet him.

“Hiro,” Matt pulled him aside, “You have to go back in time and make sure this clown over here doesn’t move to Kansas, got it? It’s the only way to save Daphne.”

“Will this save the world?” Hiro asked.

“Uh Yeah, sure thing,” Matt said and Hiro scrunched up his face as if he over-dosed on ex-lax and disappeared.

Then that butterfly thing happened and the Sam I knew changed, into another guy who lived in Lawrence, Kansas.

Possible Alternate Sam #1

Okay so this wasn’t the Sam I knew but he was still from Lawrence Kansas. Except he kept babbling about demons and his brother Dean and a bunch of other unrealistic stuff that made me roll my eyes. What happened to Sam? Sure he was hot but he was defiantly deluded.

“Sam,” I told him, “just shut up already. There aren’t any Demons and Angels running around. This is the real world you know. Get over your deluded issues and lets go back in the stock room and make out.”

Possible Alternate Sam #2

Okay so Matt didn’t like that and convinced Hiro to once more go back in time and change things. But sitting chained to the floor with some freaky looking weirdo on the monitor wasn’t exactly my cup of tea.

“Hello Hiro, Hello Matt I want to play a game. Matt you have to kill Ando or Daphne will die. Hiro you have to kill Daphne or Ando will die.” Scary looking jigsaw guy laughed from the monitor sitting by the cash register.

“Uh Hiro, remember that thing we talked about?” Matt yelled across the room.

Thank God Hiro got us out of that mess which brings us to:

Possible Alternate Sam #3

Some old washed out old actor guy who everybody still thinks is super hot but really isn’t. I mean come on, the guy has more kids than I have fingers, or so it seems.

Okay this was when I had my epiphany. I really didn’t have a crush on Sam, I just wanted some good old fashioned Romance. After all, who wants some comic book shop geek when they have a real live hero standing right next to them?

Still looking for Claude

Hello, It's Tarot again. I'm still looking for Claude. This would have been easier if I hadn't temporarily lost my powers but I was stuck having to do old fashioned detective work for a bit. I did manage to find out a few interesting things in Blackpool which while they didn't lead me to Claude were quite enlightening though I don't dare talk about it. What? A girl can't keep secrets for her favorite guy? I wasn't sure where to go after I left Blackpool...


Then I came across this show on the telly and this picture:
That man in the spacesuit looks an awful lot like Claude shaven, but for a man who usually likes to lay low I gotta say that the outfit is a bit flashy even if it does look good on him... Anyway, I have to wonder whether that's Claude or some long lost relative of his or even a twin brother. I was tempted to find him to ask him- if he's not actually Claude that is- if he knows where Claude is. Of course it did occur to me that if that is indeed Claude, either he's trying a new hiding trick (being as a lot of specials lost their powers and I dunno how many got them back) or maybe he has amnesia. Awfully strange way to hide, but I suppose it works if he's safe.

And before I could even try to follow up on that lead, I found this:
It was in a local UK magazine advert. Again, this man looks like Claude with a shave and a haircut. . .wearing a suit. Claude doesn't do that often. Only for funerals as I recall. I bought the magazine and saved the advert but I'm not sure what exactly the company is selling. I'm thinking of going to their headquarters and meeting the fellow in this picture. I suppose that, if Claude has permanently lost his ability to vanish, he'd probably have to get a real job and given what I know but won't tell you I can see that being a lot easier over here than back on the other side of the Pond. I was glad that I got my ability back. Until I did, I felt like someone had stolen one of my eyes or tied one of my arms behind my back.

Acting Like A Mature Adult

The eclipse! It's taken my powers from me. But that's not all...it's taken away the hunger. That's right, I no longer hunger for sexy man meat, and because of that, I no longer act like a ditsy teenage girl. No longer shall I shall I hit on cute boys, no longer shall I murder those who reject me. I...am a mature adult.

Boring, isn't it? I'll say. But there's one good thing that can come of it...it will give me a chance to run all the errands I've recklessly avoided due to my teenage sense of invincibility!

My first stop: the DMV. How I hated it here, but it was something every respected adult must do. Sylar with "the hunger" would have just cut everyone in line ahead of him, murdering anyone who complained about it. But Gabriel Gray stands in line, waiting, sighing heavily every 30 seconds. But eventually, he gets to the front of the line, where he successfully renews his driver's license.

Next stop: the bank. It's been a while since I've been here! I needed to check my balance. After all, adults all work hard for their money so they could pay for food and shelter. When I got to the teller, and saw that my balance was $0, I realized, oh yeah, I ate brains for my food, and my shelter was generally the homes of people who had been living until they met me. Oops. How was I going to get food and shelter now?

Third stop: panhandling. But maturely, of course. A please and thank you for every coin. After I raked in a small fortune, I headed to my final stop:

The grocery store. I filled my cart with all the essentials: soy milk, tofu, turkey burgers, all the tastiest stuff. Before I checked out, I headed to the exotic foods section. I looked through the wares, which included octopus, swordfish, buffalo meat. And then I stopped short. I saw one of the most vile, disgusting foods I'd ever seen: monkey brains. I threw up a little in my mouth. My, how I'd matured.