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It was nice outside, and Evelyn breathed deeply, letting the sunlight soak on her face and hair for a moment, white hair standing out even more here in the light. She smiled as Angua approached, careful not to let the dog sniff too vigorously and sneak away with any of the food, then nodded at Mirror's suggestion; the natural shade would leave the grass cool and the air cooler, but the willow tree wouldn't shed as bad as some of the other trees at least. No one wanted leaves in their food.

Setting the basket down, she sat next to it and fished through the objects inside. She pulled the soda out, which accounted for most of the basket's weight, and then a few sandwiches. There was peanut butter and jelly, then ham sandwiches, but the thing that made her blink in surprise and shake her head were the few sandwiches that had the crust cut off.

"I'm not sure whether to be amused, or frightened... He cut the crust off. Jensen is probably the only person who knows I like my sandwiches best that way." She said, scooting the basket towards Gawain as she unwrapped one of the pb&js. The grapes, cookies, and extra sandwiches were still in the basket, and she took a bite, shrugging her shoulders.

"It hasn't tried to bite me back yet. I think we're safe."

Sand. Angry owl/cat. Angry Gawain. The last few moments of the scenario seemed to blur togwther as Evelyn let reflex take over to keep her in one piece. Some people had muscle memory, Evelyn had blind trust in her echoes. If they said duck, she listened, and while she was less than athletic she was fairly unscathed by the time the room melted back to normal. Then she became painfully aware of just how exhausted and drained she was.

>>”Evee, great job with the scenario. Even the kiss was entertaining to watch!”

Her cheeks momentarily burned crimson, and she exhaled through her nose as a wave of emotions and thoughts crashed through her; pain, exhaustion happiness, laughter, frustration; she considered yelling, considered crying, considered laughing it off and letting it go. Instead, she took a deep breathe as he finished talking, and lightly took the basket. Carefully, she set it down next to her, brushing her hands off on her Jeans.

"First things first." In a flash of motions, her hand curled into a fist, are went back and straightened and her knuckles nailed Sam on the chin. It stung through the bites on her hand and arm, but the satisfying thud was worth it. "You're an ass and who and when I kiss someone is none of your business. I have enough problems trying to date without getting by echoes fried by electricity during a dating scenario!" She glared up at him, shoving her hair out of her face and crossing her arms, makingg sure the message got across.

"Second, if nothing else at least I still got training in. You may have created a disaster, but no one is seriously hurt and ...I am, if nothing else, a little proud of that. I used to feel like my mutation was pretty much useless for anything but working at the museum. You guys are making me start to see otherwise. So...thanks for not completely screwing this day up."

As somewhat of a peace gesture, she picked up the basket and tucked it under her arm, but not without giving him one more glare, "So help me though, if you screw with my love life again, I'll have the echoes help devise some godawful form of revenge even you won't find funny." With that she marched for the door, waiting only momentarily at the edge to see if Gawain followed or spoke his own mind to the ice mutant.

*gives a cookie*

Congrats on the new character! Excited to see how she works out for you!

*wonders the repercussions of giving a mousey mutant a cookie...*

Tses = the Cheshire cat.

I can edit later with more details if needed. think sounds ok so far

Evelyn none-too-gracefully landed on her butt when Gawain yanked her backwards, and quickly scrambled out of the way as the creature snarled and attacked. She could only hear half of the argument he was having with Sam, but frustration boiled over from every feature as the Mirror walker took a defensive stance in front of her. Trying to keep calm, she glanced at the remaining weapons and the echoes flickered through the possibilities.

[Bo staff. Allows greater distance from opponent. Strength needed to make blows effective. Hunting knife--] Not happening[/color] [Sai. Close combat, sharp tipped. Blunt handles for hitting if necessary.]

It'd have to do. She grabbed the pair as Mirror went down and stumbled back to her feet, the sand sifting and making it hard to stay balanced. She had handled weapons a few times at the museum, but that was always while taking them to the back room or showing them to patrons in a rare demonstration. She never held anything with the intention to use it before, especially nothing like the metal objects in her hands. The fabric pressed into her skin as she clenched the handles, feeling silly and regretting grabbing them. But as the creature took a slash towards Gawain, she pushed aside that emotion, and reminded herself why they were here.

She needed to train. If nothing else, it was a step in the right direction.

[Feline/bear combination. Head swivels 360 degrees, lacks effective blind spot. Opening on back for attack, stay out of rang of beak and teeth.] She took advantage of the information before jumping on the creature's low back and stabbing the sai roughly in between the creature's shoulder blades. She flinched in surprise as the weapon cut into the creature's skin effectively, apparently sharper than many of the Sai she'd held. As warm blood rose from the wound, the creature screeched in pain and backed away from Gawain, swiveling it's head and snapping at her. She had smartly shoved herself towards it's tail though, out of range of teeth. It wasn't the most comfortable place to sit, and would have looked silly for any form of riding purposes, but she was improvising and thinking as she went along. Step one was making sure Gawain didn't get mauled trying to defend her.

Step two was making sure she didn't get mauled trying to defend herself.

The triumphant moment of wounding the animal quickly evaporated as the animal gave a snarl and rolled, dislodging it's attacker. It was one blur of movement even the echoes couldn't warn her fast enough of, and it's body weight shoved her into the sand, winding her as it jumped back to it's feet and shook itself, the sai falling free and flopping a few inches away. Gasping for breath, she sat up quickly, making a dive for the weapons. A clawed foot planted itself on her back, talons painfully pressing against her shoulders as it screeched in her ear, taking a snap at her hand as she grasped the handles. Teeth barley clipped her skin as she gripped the weapon, the bite mark appearing just below the teeth marks from the books in the last scenario.

Well, at least now everything could get bandaged together... She thought bitterly as she flipped the Sai around and slammed the base of the weapon into the creature's face. It made a painful sounding crack as the blunt metal handle impacted beak.

From the corner of the room, Evelyn politely stood next to her parents while they conversed with a few old acquaintances. She recognized them, not necessarily the wealthiest family but they had powerful influences, which gave them leeway. The woman had a slim figure, wore too much makeup and she tended to keep to herself. Her husband was a judgmental man, defensive and he seemed to be even jumpier since the riots. Their daughter, was someone Evelyn had only recently re-encountered. Just the short conversation with them was revealing enough about her location though.

Accusatory, frustrated, but not saddened. The echoes suspected the girl got locked up for all the trouble she'd caused during the week. Somehow, she suspected this gathering was partially, if not fully, their idea. They spoke with the Summers with an almost earnest manner. It was clear they felt the two should be closer, considering they shared the same family 'secret'. The summers would never admit Evelyn was a mutant, but it didn't stop people from guessing.

Across the room, she watched as Lisa spoke with the more extravagantly dressed man. Employed by Mr. Trump, he was certainly someone to talk to if you were a gold digger looking for more money. Evelyn smirked slightly and shook her head. He wasn't exactly supportive of the mutant cause, rather, he was motivated by money. He got his wealthy by siding with the powerful, and now he kept it by siding with the rich. He didn't mind mutants if they had the right sort of 'connections'. His lawyers could wipe records clean easily, but with a price. How well they got along would tell a bit about the girl. If she was firmly a mutant supporter, she might fight such behavior offensive.

"And what about you Evelyn? How are you enjoying the party so far?" One of her companions asked. Evelyn gave a small smile, and shrugged her shoulders.

"The entertainment has improved as the conversations progress. I look forward to dinner."

Evelyn's cheeks felt warm as the contact ended, and she gave a small smile, fiddling with the ends of her hair at Gawain's comment. The sand under foot shifted a little with her movement, and she wondered if she would find sand in her shoes once all this was over. Probably not, but it still felt real. "It's fine, I mean, I'm not complaining... I..." She struggled to find the right words to say, something that seemed to occur more recently ever since she met Mirror. She wasn't a know it all around him, the large void where her dating life would belong wedged somewhere in an empty corner of her brain.

"Is that Celine Dion?" She blinked in surprise as the music started playing through the scene, and the echoes tried (and failed) to pinpoint the source. Apparently, this scene came with a sound track. Either that, or Sam had finally showed up. She hoped for the later as she glanced out towards the sunset. The Jaws music seemed to play in her mind overtop of the love song filling the Danger Room. Even more so as the colors of the sunset seemed to flicker and start to fade.

It was getting darker. She scooted closer to Gawain and cautiously looked around. She glanced backwards, and noted some trees a short bit away from where they were at. Not bookshelves like the first time, more like palm trees, with slender branches and little cover. There was still enough foliage for something to hide in though. She debated between the trees, the sand, and the water for an attack to arrive. This would have been so much easier if she had a weapon of some sort... There might be shells in the water, but she would hate to discover some form of sea monster instead. Wandering closer to the trees seemed like asking for a panther or some exotic wildcat to appear. Heck, it was the Danger Room. Nothing really made sense in here.

They could get attacked by poodles for all she knew.