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Fact: Echoes liked facts. They liked knowing the hows and what's of things that were going on, calculating, and making sense of things.

Fact: Echoes did not like mirror traveling. The distorted views were hard to make sense of, and they couldn't quite grasp the 'hows' of walking through things.

Fact: Drunk echoes REALLY didn't like mirror traveling. Drunk echoes were still trying to count sequins on dresses and figure out if they got the right cookies with the appropriate amount of chocolate chips. By the time Evelyn's feet hit carpet, she wasn't even sure the echoes could think in numbers.

Fact: Her echoes were about ready to surrender and leave her drunk butt in the middle of the living room with nothing but her inhibited brain to guide her. But she had a grin on her face as she looked around the polished house, and snorted under her breathe.

"Oh look, the polished castle, the dragon must be sleeping anywhere. Treasure trove is that way." She pointed a thumb down the hallway and navigated with her still in tact perfect memory. Her steps were only sort of unsteady at this point. Her brain was swimming, but her balance was functioning remarkably well. The cabinet was some fancy type of wood [Ebony], polished and decorated with a number [52] of top shelf adult beverage choices. She wasn't sure what they did with so many at home, considering they probably tried a number of high class wines at restaurants, but maybe it was for the guests. Well, they were guests. May as well help themselves.

"Anything strike your fancy?" She mused, glancing at Mirror, then momentarily getting distracted as the echoes fluttered around the room, pointing out things that changed. There were no family photos, no evidence they had ever had a daughter. Not that that was really anything new... her parents were never the sentimental type.

Evelyn felt a laugh drift out of her mouth and she smirked at Maya, eyes twinkling slightly. "With my mother? I think she was looking for an excuse to disown me... Although now I'm curious what you told her... I hope you took her ego and shoved up up her--" The echoes jumped over towards the trees again. The squirrels had stolen one of the guests wallets. She wished she could applaud it.

"And I can walk ok. Just feel like my powers are on overdrive...I really have never drank anything more than a sip of wine before, I wouldn't know what good drinks taste like... Although, I bet my parents have some decent stuff stashed in their cabinet... If you really felt like getting back at them we could totally hijack it...." She felt herself saying, glancing at the mirrorwalker with a somewhat rebellious look on her face. They had probably caused enough trouble for one day...

...The images of her mother's expression replayed in her mind, and the idea looked more appealing.

Evelyn couldn't read lips, but there were times she really wished she could. As the ceremony started and the two figures faced off, she tried her best to point the echoes that direction. But they were impossible. She now had inventory of every shoe color at the wedding, dress designs, cost estimates. She was pretty sure the echoes were trying to count how many chairs there were, which was hard because she was so focused on Maya and her mother. Whatever was happening wasn't good, but their body language said a lot. Hostility, anger... She started to move to walk over when the tide shifted though. Mrs. Summers nails clenched into the palms of her head, the color vanished from her face, and that angry poise evaporated.

The bride and groom met at the podium and the preacher started his speech. The echoes tried counting sequins on the bride's dress. She pivoted again to watch behind her. Her drink was empty. It was probably a good thing. Gradually the echoes smothering amount of information was getting a somewhat murky sound.

[Rage. Disgust. Irritation. Humiliation.] Her mother's eyes fixed on the silver haired mutant and Evelyn decided it was time to step in. She slipped from her seat, the crowd focused back on the ceremony and no one bothering to look back at their confrontation. She hoped she was walking steady. It would really ruin things to fall on her face when she was trying to look tough.

"Is there a problem here?" She said icily as she approached, looking at her mother. She set her empty cup on the table and crossed her arms across her chest, stopping next to Mirror. The older woman glared darkly.

"There is. You two. I tried my best with you Evelyn, I did. I tried to keep you involved, salvage what social standing I could, but you're just determined to throw it all away. You could have got away with it. But you had to insist on being one of them. You were normal enough, when you just kept your mouth shut."[/color] She glared from one girl to the other. She wasn't standing down, or leaving back towards the ceremony. For someone as focused on keeping up appearances as she was, Mrs. Summers was neglecting the wedding and her friends. She was focused on the problem in front of her. And she seemed determined to get rid of it.

"Well I have no intention to keep my mouth shut." She said sternly, raising her chin a notch higher. The words didn't sting like they might have before. She could feel the drink in her veins giving her courage she might not otherwise have had. The echoes were hard to deal with, but she was suddenly grateful for the choice. Especially at the words that followed.

"Then I have no choice. Let's see how you do without your father and my support. You want to hang around with riff-raff, you might as well be some." With that, she turned and stalked back to the party, and the words buzzed in Evelyn's head. She pushed a hand through her hair and exhaled deeply, trying to keep her hand from shaking.

"Well...Looks like the parties over." She mused aloud.

After the initial shock of her daughter's statement, Mrs. Summer's had evidently collected herself. Her face was far too calm, but there was something vicious burning behind her eyes. The smile was too sweet, the poise to collected. It was far too unsavory to confront her own daughter in this manner, but perhaps she could at least rid herself of this 'date' she had brought along.

"I think it may be best that you leave." She started as calmly as possible. She glanced towards her daughter, then back to the other mutant in front of her. She didn't bother hiding her expression of distaste. "While there is little I can do to salvage the social handicap having a mutant daughter creates, allowing her to bringing her mutant companions along..." She said the term 'mutant' like Mirror was a stray dog Evelyn had dragged home. The older female paused, and gave an icy smile again.

"I don't expect you to understand such social graces, so I'll make it clear. You're a stain on this event, an ink spot on a clean piece of paper, and your presence is making Evelyn's own deficiencies stand out. We do our best to keep her condition under the radar, and flaunting it as you two seem inclined to do is creating quite the scandal. I don't know what street she plucked you off of, but I don't approve of mutants, especially when they're 'gender-shifters', whatever that means. But I'd like you to go back there, and stay away from my daughter." The woman hissed. Meanwhile, Evelyn had turned in her seat, eyes locking on the two figures.

The echoes were picking up more than she wanted to. And her face showed a small amount of rage at what she was getting. The ceremony was about to start, and she was uncertain whether leaving her spot or not was advisable right now. But she was about done with this.

Evelyn was not thrilled by the idea of this group training session. It was one thing making herself look dumb in front of Mirror. It was another doing it in front of other students. But she needed more training, and it was a good opportunity, so grumbling aside, she unhappily made her way outside where they were meeting, and stopped just a short way off.

She couldn't do this.

It was ridiculous.

She recognized the two 'students' working already. She wasn't sure which one she had the worst conversation with, to be honest. Mr. 'Doesn't-like-mutants-but-is-one' or Mr.'self-esteem-problems'. That was probably being a bit harsh on them, but she pushed it aside as she watched two more girls joining the group. At least she wouldn't be stuck with just the guys... She couldn't quite get herself to take the last few steps forward though.

This was dumb.

Evelyn listened to him speak, and let herself lean against the counter, one arm crossed lightly across the chest. The nice thing about the echoes is that they were always learning. A wrong guess wasn't always a bad thing. In many ways, they still taught you something about your subject. When she was wrong, she could see the slight twinkle of victory in his eyes, and when she flushed, she could see the devilish gleam. In many ways, watching someone work their way into a position they felt was the upper hand in a conversation left them flashing their cards. She waited, listened, but she was smart enough to keep much of it to herself. She had a bit of pride to her, but not quite the same way as David did. Her victories were in knowledge. Everything was a bigger picture.

"You seem to disagree with society, but you are a fashionable enough fellow. You have a great deal of vanity. Aren't you falling prey to societies ideals if you maintain a level of self-absorption?"She mused aloud, sipping her drink. He was well mannered, cultured, but he seemed to have a big head from her point of view. Their questions were drifting towards a more direct conversation again, and Jensen was still distracted by the car. She didn't figure he would care much about the conversation though. Whether or not someone had an ego would probably bore him.

Food. Food was certainly a good option. She smiled and accepted a bite of the cookie, turning the drink over in her hand and taking another drink. Cookies and alcohol had a strange taste when mixed together, but it wasn't awful at least

[Disapproving.] Came the echo from her mother's direction. Evelyn smirked slightly.

"I don't think the echoes are picking up quite enough irritation yet. But they're getting there. You should grab a few more of those cookies. If we have to sneak out in a rush we should definitely have extras." Evelyn said with all the seriousness she could muster. Which wasn't much when a smile kept crossing her face.

The echoes flickered around the gathering of people. She figured she was just being a little overinterested in what everyone was doing, but they seemed to be a little harder to direct than normal.