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Since returning to the age of seven, Evelyn had found two things mildly annoying. One: the inability to sleep without reliving memories. And two: the lack of access to technology.

The first problem was something she had no solution ready for. From what she knew, these 'playbacks' started at a much later time during her first life. She had plenty of time to dream and be normal before her body started the endless loop of reprocessing information. This go around, she was already facing them. On the one hand, her perfect memory was storing information at an alarming rate, from books, to articles, and even blueprints when she could get her hands on them. The downside was replaying those projects at any given time. Biology of Mutations was a good read the first time, but after facing it three nights in a row, she was wishing she had chosen something less dense to let her brain chew on.

It was like eating toast without butter five times a day. She was burnt out.

The technology issue was a bit more complicated. Ion had offered help sometime, but that forced her to rely on him, much like she had to rely on CS for access to the Danger Room. Again, she wasn't exactly unhappy with it, but she missed the days she could do things on her won without everyone questioning how old she was.

Seven, as it turns out, was not a very big number in the eyes of the world, and she was increasingly jealous of other deaged mutants who had come back at more useful points in their lives.

With these thoughts in her mind, Evelyn had been surprised to hear Jude had come to visit. While the older mutant had probably intended just to locate her, she was one step ahead and quickly made her way to the living room, looking in the door at the gathered group sitting with the controllers.

"Don't let Eevee play. It's not fair. It's worse than going up against the computer!" one of the kids shouted, catching sight of her. Evelyn stuck out her tongue and walked over, standing next to Jude.

"Like I would want to play with you. You only know 3 moves. You're worse than predictable." She was trying not to give a bad impression with Jude here, but their remarks were annoying. Sam had tried to enforce the idea that playing was important, but one or two rounds of games with these kids had been a waste of her time.

Jude, at least, was still managing to kick their butts. That just proved how bad they were. He was only using three moves as well, but managing to rain electric bolts of lightning down on everyone. Characters flew off left and right like shooting stars.

The girl didn't have a lot of experience with her powers, which Evelyn thought was unfortunate. She considered the room for a moment then got a grin on her face and jumped down, going over toward one of the corners.

"You said last time you figured things out by saving someone from a car? That supports the theory that stress often triggers mutations. The best way to really test an ability is to just take a few risks. I think you are letting nerves get in the way here of finding out something for real."

Evelyn turned around, and was holding a butane torch. She clicked it on and a low flame spouted from the end. She had a calm expression, which probably didn't help. This was for science, there was nothing to be scared of.

"If you catch on fire, there is a doctor anyway. Let's see what happens!"

When you were in a seven-year-old body, doing anything without adult supervision could be a bit of a challenge.

The taxi from the mansion to the library was the first hurdle. Evelyn made the phone call to arrange a pick-up, and then had to talk her way through a lengthy discussion about leaving on her own without an adult. The taxi driver didn't want to get in trouble for some type of child abduction, but her own extensive knowledge and ability to speak beyond her age limit had silenced most arguments. Given she also had the forethought to arrange for a booster seat to prevent being denied transportation (despite how embarrassing it was to use), she finally won over and made the trip. Paying the fare with cash helped too.

Once at the library, she deposited the seat up front, and had to accomplish her next mission: ensure usage of her library card. There was some, discrepancy, with her age. In the end, she managed to convince staff the card was an older sisters and was given permission to use it. A few well placed sympathy moves let her go upstairs and research to her fancy. With that out of the way, she was set, and a broad building of knowledge was open to her.

Evelyn planned to make the most of things. The first few texts she gathered were obscure, things she would never find at the mansion. Some research on mutations, including a more broad biology text. She also collected general science texts on electricity, and cell growth and decay. These were all stacked neatly beside her.

The table was a bit high, so with a disgruntled sigh, she had even brought the booster seat upstairs to sit in. The things she did for knowledge! But she would never sit on a book despite how much easier it might have been. That was some type of madness she did not approve of.

[Approaching figure. Unusual footsteps. Rustling. Caution.]

Evelyn looked up, curios what could make the echoes behave this way. Her book was open to a general segment on age related mutations she had been distracted by, and she found herself face to face with, well, actually she wasn't entirely certain what it was. He? She? They? It? What pronoun did one use for a semi-insect like individual?

"Can I help you find anything?" Evelyn asked, making her presence known. She wasn't staff here, but in general, offering assistance broke the ice. Her silver eyes scanned to the book he was holding, to his face, and the echoes struggled to read behavior due to the usual nature of his body. Was he looking for something? He had a book already. She knew that much.

Welcome to the site! I have a handful of characters, I am not sure if any would be someone you would be hoping to thread with.

Tses is a mutant with the ability to explode things, walk through walls, and roams the city a lot. She is a member of the Syndicate, although she has been known to knock a bratty kid or two down a peg if they are sure of themselves.

Blue is a keen on arson and picking fights.

Those two would be the most inclined to fight. Tses is affiliated while Blue just does whatever.

Evelyn is 7, she is insanely smart/has a perfect memory. She isn't out in the city as much. Malcolm generally fanboys over anyone, good or bad, and is human. Zaid is party bunny.

William had smart ideas. While Evelyn did have the echoes, she was surprised she had not come up with the thought of investing anything while she was younger. If she was 7, that was a lot of time she could move cash around and get her own wealth. "That isn't a bad idea...It wouldn't be horrible to look at stocks as well. The echoes might have a thing or two to help with that. Do you think it's cheating to use your mutation to get rich?" Not that she would stop herself from trying, but it felt good to at least know the morality of it. Computer predicted things all the time, right? Her powers were just a bit like a machine, considering what information was offered to it.

"It would be cool if you could help," she grinned when he mentioned assisting with her internet problem. "You aren't an adult exactly, but if they knew someone was with me so I didn't blow up the mansion, they may be more open to the idea of letting me use google." She had many things to ask google. The limited opportunity so far had been maddening.

Evelyn let her attention return to their project, and she came back with a glass jar that was almost too big for her to carry. She almost vanished behind it, but the echoes were great at letting her get around without being able to see well. Setting it on the floor, she waited until he returned and helped guide the sand inside. Together, they managed not to spill more than a few stray grains.

"This was in a storage room, it looks like it's thick glass so it should be good." She commented. She didn't wonder why there was a giant jar. Heck, half the stuff in the mansion made little to no sense sometimes. Kids practicing their mutations made strange things. If someone found out they could make jars, why not create extra ones for practice?

Evelyn has an uncanny skill at Inspiring further thinking. It was perhaps what made her seem so much like Sherlock Holmes, even more so than her actual powers. The right questions could generate deeper wondering, and this was something she had pride in. Hearing William consider something further was a positive thing. She had come to embrace her own change and was relieved she could assist him with the transition he faced.

”I would have a bit longer to wait to take advantage of some things. Like my apartment, which I have the deed for but does me no good right now. It’s cool that you are at least old enough a car could be useful! Although I do have credit cards. I don’t know how long those will last before someone wonders where the bill is coming from. My parents weren’t bright but they do catch on with time.” she admitted. At least knowing her parents would pay for it was better than stealing. She wasn’t quite so criminal yet.

”some of the other teens may be able to help more. I think word got out I shouldn’t be allowed on the Internet. Mirror must think I’ll buy something bad. I haven’t blown up the mansion yet!” the fact they were experimenting in the chem lab with high voltage electricity didn’t seem to phase her.

She listened as he explained the process, and agreed with his plans. ”I know where a better container is. Was there more sand where you found that from?” she was already guessing his thoughts by the way his eyes moved between objects. [Calculating, considering supplies. Eye movement suggestions planning next experiment. Number of notebook pages: 4. ] the echoes started counting beakers next. She tried to steer them away from sand at least.