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[Eleanor is curled up on her couch when she opens her book. She looks distant for a moment, as if she isn't precisely sure how she wants to say what she needs to say, and then she draws in a breath and shrugs.]

For anyone that knew her, Brigid Tenenbaum is gone. I've been in and out a lot lately so I'm not certain when she vanished but she has.

I'm sorry.

[There's a pause. Eleanor really has no idea how she felt about Tenenbaum, the woman was her tormenter and yet also someone who cared about her deeply, it created...conflicts. But she wasn't going to go into all of that. So, a change of subject.]

I've started school recently. Well, I suppose everyone has who's going. I've never gone before, I always wanted to but I was never allowed. Not counting that strange town we were in all, anyway.

It's...different from what I imagined, somehow. I mean, it's interesting, just...it's hard to explain. Mother always described school as something terrible, honestly. A place where parents who didn't care about their children sent them away to be indoctrinated. She taught me at home, said that she needed to 'control what I absorbed.'

[A faint smirk.]

It hardly worked at all. I think I prefer this way. [A pause, and the smirk fades into a real smile, possibly the first she's ever managed through the books.] Even the homework.

But I've been thinking...my childhood was hardly a normal one, and even for other children in Rapture, nothing was...what someone in a normal city would have experienced. I don't really know much about how school is 'supposed' to be.

What was school like where all of you came from?

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[Speaking of which, Eleanor could be found at school throughout the early part of the day, though she's a fairly quiet student who tends to hang around in the background of groups as much as possible. It might change later on, but she's still convinced people are going to realize she's a monster and start freaking out. So low-key is important to her. The only class she really actively participates in is art, though everything she works on has a somewhat dark tilt that would probably make a psychologist worry.]

[Afterwards she can be found going for a walk around the edge of the village, then to some of the stores to get things for the apartment now that Doctor Tenenbaum is gone, and a bit of browsing in the clothing store searching for more skirts. A trip by the battledome mostly results in her poking absently at the control panel for a while before leaving with no better idea of how it worked than when she arrives.]

[And in the early evening she can be found on a bench in the center of town, the ball-shaped helmet from her diving suit turned upside down in her lap. There's a pile of bits and bobs from various machines scattered on a white piece of fabric next to her, and she's humming softly to herself as she tinkers with the radio and light inside the helmet, trying to get it to work properly again.]

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Eleanor smiled faintly. "Hi." She echoed. And then fell silent again. She wasn't exactly very good at small talk.

"Ah...where are you headed?

The two girls really do have a lot in common, their lack of social skills being but the tip of the iceberg. "... hmm. I figured-- I'd probably... do some meditating. Maybe go see Billy." She shrugs, in a very noncommittal way. "I ... get into patterns. ... What about you?"

"Meditating...I've always been terrible at that. Doing nothing," she just shook her head. "I can barely sit still if I don't have anything to do."

"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of going to that Battle Dome place." A beat, and a little smile. "Who's Billy?" What? Even people like her liked some gossip.

Her eyes bug a little at that question. She still hasn't entirely settled with the fact that she's a mother. Or-- going to be a mother, or was a mother, or however this alternate universe-timeline-whatever business runs. She frowns, though only to cover up the previous expression, not because she's angry or upset.

"He's. ... ... family." She shakes her head. "I haven't been to the battle dome yet. ... What's it like?"

She had said very similar things before about 'family' so she didn't push it, just nodded her head in understanding.

"I see," and then, a wonderful subject change. "No. I mean, I went inside once but only for a few moments. I don't know how it works or anything."

Yes. Subject changes are delightful! "... Do you... want to see if... we could figure it out?" Figuring things out isn't really one of Wanda's strong points, but-- it couldn't hurt to try, right?

Eleanor hesitated, not quite certain if she wanted company. It was a constant problem, honestly. But really, she wasn't accomplishing anything by not having company so.

"...If you want," she finally said with a little bob of her head. "You can probably do much better with it than I can, anyway."

"... I may surprise you." Wanda is uncertain now. Luceti has been very good for her confidence, with Bulla and Kate both helping her come out of her shell. But she doesn't want to tag along where she's not welcome. Was she too forward? Inviting herself along like this?

Eleanor shrugged. "Maybe. But we can probably figure it out together, right?" She didn't seem to mind the other tagging along. There wasn't any outward sign of it, at least.

"I usually leave the 'figuring out' parts to other people," She admits sheepishly. "But-- I mean. Yeah. I guess it couldn't hurt."

In the very least, everyone here had a healing factor, or so she'd heard. So yeah. Why not?

"I don't," Eleanor smiled wryly. "I used to drive mother mad, taking apart the machines in her office or our apartment. I could take one of those state of the art security systems, and have it listening to only me in an hour."

"Wow... I wish I could do stuff like that. You must be so smart...!" Wanda was legit impressed.

"I...I don't know. Maybe. I think I just had a knack for it."

She was fairly certain if she were smart, she would've avoided becoming a little sister.

"Knacks. ... Smarts. ... It amounts to the same thing, in some cases. I think it's-- cool." Wanda offered a small smile, shyly.

Eleanor looked embarrassed at that. She'd spoken to enough people to know what 'cool' meant.

"Thanks. It's this way," not that she didn't think the other knew, but she still nodded towards the battle dome as she headed there.

Wanda would always be happy for someone else to take the lead, regardless of if she knew the way or not. She walked in silence for a bit, uncertain if it was an 'awkward' pause, or a 'comfortable' one. For her part, she was pretty ok with not-talking. On the other hand she was pretty sure talking is what people did when they were around other people.

She eventually decides to say something. "... a lot of the people from my world spend time at the battle dome."

Eleanor nodded at that. "It does seem popular." She hesitated before she continued. "The only person from my world was Doctor Tenenbaum, and she...was not one for physical violence."

Although she could imagine the woman doing so to protect one of her 'little ones' at least.

"... 'was'?" Wanda does not miss the usage of past tense. "Is she-- not here any more?" And was that a good thing or not?

"Yes," Eleanor frowned. "She vanished while I was on a mission. She probably preferred to be back in Rapture anyway."

"I'm... I'm sorry to hear it." Wanda assumes it's a bad thing she's gone, given Eleanor's expression. "It's-- lonely to be by yourself."

The other teen shook her head. "It isn't so terrible, really. I have more time to read. And I've never really had a chance to be alone before."

"Sometimes it's nice."

Wanda considers this. She is alone most of the time. And while she is uncomfortable in crowds of people... She still doesn't really like being alone. "... I think I've probably spent too much time alone to... really enjoy it. Maybe if I read..."

Eleanor shrugged. "Maybe." She didn't really see how it wasn't nice but she wasn't going to argue the point.

She pointed out the dome when it came into view, then headed for the front entrance.

Wanda became slightly edgy, the closer they got to the dome. Stated or not, she sort of viewed this area as "X-men" territory, and she really didn't want to run into Wolverine or Scott or anyone who was going to start a fight with her. It was silly, she knew. She had every bit as much right as they did to be here. But that didn't change how she felt.

"... so what sort of-- set up are we trying to do with this thing?" Her voice is a little hushed, though there's really no reason for it to be.

Eleanor shook her head as she looked around. "I don't know. Most people use it for exercise, right?" She paused. "Or...training. They always call it training."

Eleanor wasn't the sort to ever do that sort of thing before.

"Maybe we should do that?"

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