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When Elle enters through the front door today, her shoulder-length hair is rather messy and disheveled again, but her stance is loose, and her steps swing with a childish sort of way, like she's half-dancing to some silent rhythm. Today, she has on black slacks and a dark blue sleeveless top, as well as small earrings, studs with steel backs and light blue gems, the product of some of her fellows' late-night messing with their powers.

Without pause, she heads to the bar, not paying too much attention to the room's current decor, until she has swipe a few Legos from her stool and place them on the bar top instead. She's just about to order some coffee when the vidscreen comes up.

Elle had always ignored it before. But she was different now, and maybe unfortunately for her, in this moment, she'd let that part of her that was still incurably curious about the world take over her mind. So she stares down at the screen for quite a while, no outward indication of what she must be thinking.

(Really, it's something like: I wonder what happens if…)

And then, she reaches out, and touches the screen.

A moment later, Elle is gone.

[OOC: Plot-locked, because we're being weirdos. Sorry!]

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"That's probably better than being a car."

On the other hand, being a car right now is pretty easy, as she has no problem with speeding up.

Edited 2012-06-04 09:04 (UTC)

"I do not know."

X's response is very serious, even as she flicks Elle's turn signal and moves to the left-hand lane to pass a Corolla going forty.

"I have never been a car."

Also perfectly serious: "You can be one next year."

Beat. "I'll drive."

X's eyes go a little wide, but only for a second.

"Okay," X agrees.

"If the timing is not problematic."

Maybe it will be interesting.

"Maybe I can try to meditate."

Elle follows this thought up with a demonstration on why she may not be the best candidate for meditation, as the radio starts to play what sounds like a number of different stations, from a man yelling about something to very much human opera, to news to soft rock to country, with Elle apparently getting bored of each very quickly.

It may be a bit like the time X let Elle hold her iPod.

"You can," X offers, over the sound of the radio.

"If you want to."

She will try to help, if that is the case.

And if not, that is okay too.

Though eventually she will reach out and attempt to keep the dial on one station, just for the length of a song.

Because it is one she likes.

Elle lets it stand, but once the song is ended, she takes over the radio once more to ask, "Where are we?"

That's what she gets for not having GPS.

"We have just left the 101", X responds promptly.

"Heading for the coast."

Sometimes the Marvelverse and the real universe do not have much in common.

This may be one of those times.

Elle's going to guess that sounds reasonable enough, but still asks, "Do you drive here very much?"

"On a motorcycle," X offers.

And --

"I like it."

Not as good as dragon-diving, but few things are.

"I drove up along the coast north of here. When I was in - California last time. In my world."

Elle lets the first strands of a new song from the station X had left the radio on begin, before she interrupts to add: "As a person."

"I did not think you were a car. At home," X says reassuringly. Well, she tries, anyway.

"You liked it? Or that was not relevant. At the time."

"It wasn't really - important."

She pauses, and idly swipes the windshield wipers.

"But I liked it more than - being in a bus."

"They are very crowded," X offers.

It might be kind of like agreement.

"Buses."

"And I can't decide where they're going."

Inconvenient.

X's expression is momentarily dubious.

"I do not think you want to become a bus driver."

Even if that grants relative control of the bus's direction.

"I don't think the driver chooses either."

And really, if that was the profession Elle was leaning toward, X would probably be driving a bus right now.

"It has to work for so many people."

X considers this.

"You could be a renegade."

Beat.

"I think there was a movie. About that. Psylocke likes to complain about it."

But hopefully there would not be a bomb on Elle's bus.

"I don't think that would help."

She starts tilting the passenger seat back again.

"It'd be better to steal a car."

"The maneuverability would be higher, too. For a car."

It's pretty much agreement.

And, as if it is time to demonstrate Elle's maneuverability, X presses down harder on the gas and darts around the car in front of them, slipping into the comparatively small space just behind the next car down the line.

A bus could never have managed.

And as she's smaller than most other cars (take that, cars that can't produce their own energy), she can maneuver better than most anything else on the road.

(Unfortunately, ElleCar is not for sale.)

However, at the moment what's coming from the radio is rather distinct giggling.

(X does not find this at all unfortunate. She would feel the same about an indestructable XCar, as well.)

And if X is not quite built for laughing, most of the time --

At least here, with no one else watching, she can let her expression settle into what passes for her natural version of a smile.

It counts for a lot.

One would think a car wouldn't be built for laughing either - but apparently even as a car Elle will find what she likes.

"We should do that more."

X blinks. Twice.

"Cut people off? In traffic."

It is not a terrible pastime, really. Not like this, at least.

"Move quickly."

Beat. "And to the side."

So, basically, yes.

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