The echoes got distracted by a cat walking nearby. [Persian, short haired. Collar, house cat. Likely escaped from home. Female.] Sometimes the echoes were a feed of useless information. Like Twitter. ...

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"The guard is gone, thankfully. But it's harder to get things cleaned up without the help. I think they're fixing the doors today at least." She remarked. [Small dog, left, walked by owner. Female, around 5 foot 2. Blond haired, recently dyed.]

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"The mansion's been ok, but I feel a little... restless I guess. I'm used to being by myself and then I don't have to invade anyone else's personal space... or have them invade mine..." She added as an afterthought. "The kitchen is pretty well stocked, the art room could use more supplies though..." Considering she raided them. She made a note to buy some more supplies on the way back.

"Maybe you could ask a school or something. I know there are a lot that require community service from students, this could be a way for some of them to get something. And the school would like the PR from having students help clean up." Allison's school had required it, anyway. She wasn't entirely sure why, they didn't require enough to be significant, but she supposed it was better than not requiring any. Of course, that was assuming that what needed to be fixed wasn't something only experts could repair. But Evelyn had said nothing too valuable was damaged, so it seemed likely that most of the damage was fairly easy to fix. If nothing else, a few high school kids could carry around supplies and go on errands.

"Hm. Yeah, I can see how that'd be annoying." Alli hadn't ever been that bothered by other people, unless she was in a really bad mood or really focused on something important, but those times were rare. "Don't they give you your own rooms, though?" She was fairly sure she remembered that. Certainly they ought to be able to, with the size they remembered the building being.

...Hm. Actually, that might be worth considering. Well, just buying her own apartment was probably a better idea, but if she couldn't find one... the Mansion was probably a safer place for babies than Sanctuary was. Probably. She'd have to look into it, anyway, when she got a chance.

"I could talk to a school... maybe that can at least get the big stuff out of the way. Better than just abandoning the place anyway." She considered it for a moment and slowly tucked the information away in her brain for later. There were a few phone numbers she could call to find out, and if nothing else, she could get a hold of her parents to help deal with the mess. They would probably make her go to some event or another with them as 'payment' but she could deal with that. Her closet had survived and she had a few formal gowns still...

Then the conversation was back to the mansion. "And yeah, the school gives you your own rooms, but half the time I just feel like hiding in mine when I don't want to deal with people. I don't think I'm social enough..." She had a few decent conversations, but most of them felt like she was some form of therapist. Or arguing. "I guess I'm better at starting conversations then making it all the way through them. I think the nicest way to word it is being 'outspoken'." That was putting it nicely. Most people used more intense terms like bratty, stuck up, nosy... the list went on.

"Yeah, definitely." It seemed pretty unlikely to Allison that a museum would be abandoned, considering what went into them, especially if the damage was relatively minor. But fixing it faster certainly couldn't hurt.

"Hm." Allison could definitely see how that could be a problem. It was possible to use being less than perfect at socializing to succeed anyway... but Allison was using weirdness, not tactlessness. It was probably possible to make tactlessness useful too, but she didn't quite know how. "Maybe try being more outspoken. Add positive things, you know, so whatever you say that's critical isn't so much."

Be more outspoken... that was certainly a different manner of dealing with things. Evelyn had not thought of that. Talk more, and the critical things would matter less? It was possible...but... "I think if I was any more outspoken the echoes would start giving more input than necessary. And it would be completely useless half the time. Like right now, I'm getting a play-by-play on that squirrels attempt to eat that acorn two trees over." She jabbed her thumb at the furry rodent, and shook her head.

"Positive things are easy in theory, but harder to put into practice, honestly. I don't really try to say critical stuff, it just happens. Next thing I know someone has their life story thrown up in front of them and it's like 'well, sorry about that. Let me grab the metaphorical mop...' I'm rambling now..." She bit her tongue again. That was becoming a necessary habit and was starting to make her tongue hurt the more she did it.

"Echoes?" Allison wasn't sure what those were supposed to be in this context, but that probably indicated something mutation related. Unexplained words out of their normal context with implied significance generally did. Though.... "Yeah, I can see how that would be annoying."

Allison waved the apology off. "Oh, it's fine. I ramble plenty." When she got the opportunity, anyway. And it tended to be a lot less relevant than what Evelyn was saying. As for positive tactlessness, Allison was less sure how to fix that. "Well, avoiding their life story if good. Prettymuch everyone likes being told they look nice, or that something they're wearing is unusual, as long as you sound impressed instead of skeptical of it.... Basically being polite just consists of pretending you're stupider and more easily awed than you actually are." Which Allison wasn't happy about, though she'd just ended up pretending to be silly and easily distracted instead of stupid, so it really wasn't much of an improvement.

"Echoes." Evelyn repeated, looking away from the squirrel and turning back to her companion. "It's what I call the way my brain processes things, I guess. Everything gives off 'information' and that information is the 'echoes'. They point out everything from your tattoos, to your hair to--well, squirrels. It can get a bit noisy sometimes, but at least it's harder to be taken by surprise that way." A car drove past, and the echoes took note of the license plate number. The cat was currently sunbathing on a park bench, and the dog was sniffing for the perfect place to leave his mark.

"Sounds like stuff my parents used to make me do at parties. Tell them how pretty their dress looks, talk about the weather, talk about their hair... Never really seemed to help us get along any, but I guess it avoided anyone being ticked off..." She mused over some of those neglected formalities, and sighed a little. "Guess that could be part of the problem. That sort of society made me sick, and I thought just being... honest would be more useful. But that seems to go over worse."

"Huh." Allison's new mental image of everything giving off pulsing waves like internet symbols or digital representations of the electrical signals that sharks picked up probably wasn't accurate, but it was the closest she could get. It definitely seemed distracting. "As long as the echoes don't distract you? Or do they prioritize more important things?" That could be more useful, if no less annoying.

"Yeah. Parties, dinner, prettymuch any time you meet people. Parties just tend to be harder since there aren't a lot of distractions, and they last a while." Which had, eventually, led to Allison creating her own distractions. That tended not to go over well. Which had led to her initially beginning to be deliberately odd, she thought. It had been a while, she might have started it in school.... "They only like honesty if you're honestly ditzy and worshipping them. Otherwise... nah, people like their egos." And Allison like messing with said egos. "Especially if they decide you're pretty. Then they really want you to think they're better than you are." And Allison had let them, mostly. It had just been easier. Besides, what would she ever have gained from putting effort into offending people?

Evelyn considered it for a moment and reeled the echoes in while she did. They stopped chasing squirrels and focused on tree bark again. "I have a little control over them, not much though. They're controlled mostly by sight, so what I'm looking at will have the most prominent 'echoes'. If I'm talking to a person they're reading body language and stuff like that, and I just get the occasional tidbit I don't need. It can still get annoying though, especially if I walk by Mirror's." She shrugged and trailed off, looking at the leaves above their heads. The tree could use a bit more nitrogen...

Then she was blinking again, and back to learning how to deal with people. Apparently, this girl seemed to think just feeding someone's ego could do it. Evelyn wasn't sure that would always work, but it seemed like it made sense, in an odd way. "Well, I guess it could work to a small extent. I'll keep it in mind. But what about you? You have your tattoos, and your hair and skin are paler than most people... not sure how it all fits together exactly though." She was pale, but that was just in the 'doesn't get out much' sort of way.

"Hm. That wouldn't be very helpful." Perhaps if Evelyn were in a spy movie, and the danger was of the hidden in plain sight variety, it would be useful. Otherwise... what she could see was generally what she wouldn't need extra information on, at least as far as danger went.

Allison laughed, and... well, bowing wasn't actually possible while sitting, and certainly flippant bowing wasn't, but that was the direction her gesture was intended to go. "I control ink. I recently started producing ink, too, which apparently means I don't get melanin anymore." She tapped a finger next to her eyes. "It's changed my eyes too, though I'm not sure it's done yet. They've been fading a lot more slowly than my skin did, and my hair's just growing out pale."

Allison's description of her powers was unique, and Evelyn started considering the possibilities that could imply. While there was the obvious tattoo movement and control along those lines, she could only wonder what the girl could do if the ink was moved to the wrong places. She shivered slightly. "Well, my powers have nothing to do with my hair or skin but I'm still unbelievably pale. It's still pretty though. My eyes have a tendency to be more gray when I use my powers. Most people just assume they're hazel and change with the lights though.'

She stretched her legs out in front of her, and watched a few cars pull up in front of the museum in the distance. Looked like it might be someone to repair the doors, which would be nice. At least she would have work to keep her busy soon. She fiddled with a bandage around her fist, and tucked the sleeve of her shirt back over it. The weather was slowly warming but she still wore long sleeves and pants. The pants were a more recent edition to her wardrobe after so many outfits got ruined. "At least since you can control ink you don't have to go through the pain of getting a tattoo, right?" She remarked slowly.

"It is." Granted, the pale hair wasn't Allison's favorite, but Evelyn was still pretty, even if it wasn't in the way that Allison preferred. "One of my cousins has eyes like that. Once they turned bright green though, under a streetlight; I'm not sure whether that was just hazel or not. She was a bit younger than most mutants are, but...." Allison shrugged. "I doubt I'll ever hear if she is."

"Well, sort of." Allison brushed her hair out of her eyes, and leaned back against the tree a bit more. "It hurts less, but the ink still disturbs the nerves when it goes past them. The pain fades more quickly though, I suspect, and I used to make new tattoos every day, so I'm pretty used to it by now."

Evelyn nodded. Mutations made even the most normal things like eye colors curious and complicated. She wondered if the kid would be a mutant, and debated whether or not it would be a good thing. The world was changing so fast, it was hard to really decide what was good and bad. Perhaps all of it was just 'complicated'. Even etiquette didn't make sense, when she grew up with such things and should have more experience with them. The echoes didn't like making things easy to understand though.

"That seems... awkward. I couldn't imagine how it'd feel having ink crawling through me. I have to be careful with pain anyway... If you get hurt once it's one thing, but I relive my memories on top of everything else, so then I have to deal with it all over again." She hated having her playbacks. They tended to focus on the strongest memories when she slept, but those were usually the most unpleasant ones. Getting your face scratched by a cat mutant hurt enough the first time. She wished there were a way to shut off that part of her powers.

"It seems fun though. Tattoos are, exotic to me. Unique. They're art, but on your skin. I have seen some beautiful pieces from New Yorkers. I can appreciate what goes into them." She remarked.

"Hm." Allison held an arm out, absently studying the tattoos and considering. "Well, it's kind of like when your leg falls really deep asleep, and the way it feels when it wakes back up. Only it's a bit more, a bit deeper, and only where the ink is moving instead of all over. It's not the worst," far, far from the worst, as Allison knew very well, "but it's not pleasant, definitely. I imagine it'd be worse to keep reliving it."

Allison grinned, and saw no reason not to pull herself up an pose a bit. It didn't actually make the tattoos that much more visible, but still. It seemed appropriate, and she felt like it. "It is. Mine are a bit different, since I change them all the time--I can do things that I wouldn't dare if I couldn't get rid of them. I dyed the white of my eyes black once, even; hurt way too much, but it freaked people out so much, it was fun." And hadn't made her even more blind, fortunately; she'd wondered a bit at the time, but the risk had seemed worth it, considering the danger she was in at the time.

Leg falling asleep pain wasn't super bad, but it could be annoying. She figured it was better than most methods of getting a tattoo though. If she ever decided to embrace her rebellious streak, that would be the way to go. She tucked the information away for later. The nice thing about having a perfect memory was you never had to fuss writing things on paper. Sticky notes were non-existent in her world.

"That sounds rather fun. I am fond of my eye color, but perhaps I'd be more adventurous with a power like yours." She grinned as Allison posed, and shook her head with a light chuckle. "Can you mess with ink on other things, or just yourself? I keep having this image of going into the library and moving the words on people now and waiting to see when they notice..." It would be a cruel joke to play, but she wouldn't put it past her for trying it. Evelyn had played a good prank or two on Jensen when he annoyed her, and he always said she could have a mean streak if she tried.