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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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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.

"Okay."

And then --

"I will be careful not to draw the attention of police."

And here they go again!

Yes, being in a high-speed chase would likely end badly for Elle.

Though given the speeds she can hits and close turns and direction changes she's willing to make, you wouldn't know she had any fear of crashing.

X appreciates this.

It means they get to do the kinds of things that other adrenaline-junkies might describe as 'fun'.

X just thinks of them as sensible practice for the future.

For Elle - well, in this particular iteration as a car, there's something not quite but very close to the sense of the wind blowing over one's skin, cool and perfumed with salt, and a kind of power she couldn't have as a human. Some days it would definitely be nice if she could run very fast without ever exhausting.

She'll count this as one of those days.