[Elle sounds ever-so-slightly awkward, like she's confused about something.] Howie? I think... I think I remember some stuff. I mean, it's coming back. Can... can I talk to you?

[There's a big awkward pause here because she wants to say something to Peter but isn't sure what.]

That's it.


[ooc: THIS IS FAKE. She's only got a few of her memories back by this point.]

[Elle, in her brilliance, forgot to turn off the audio on her journal, but all you can hear is a muffled conversation between her and Howie. It's punctuated with a few bursts of what sound like static electricity, which get louder as the conversation goes on. Then there's a thud, immediately followed by a much stronger burst of electricity and a SCREAM OF PAIN, and that's that. All you get from here on out is more static.]



[ooc: HERE'S THE DEAL:

This post is basically this thread, in which Elle killed Howie. Morgan dashed in and handled the situation like a pro. Elle got a broken cheekbone and probably needs to see a doctor about that, but the upshot of it all is she's locked up.

Elle won't answer any responses to this post, what with being unconscious. But I figured posting it and getting everybody on the same page was a good idea.

I'm 100% fine with anyone who wants to poking around the scene of the crime, visiting Elle and poking her face, or whatever. There'll be more from Kim later.]

I'm guessing I didn't qualify for the clouds-and-harps treatment, huh? So what now? An eternity of sitting in my room talking to a computer screen? 'Cause that sounds peachy.

[Elle sits down in front of the camera, looking decidedly freaked out. Her hair is damp.]

Okay, I was willing to roll with probably being a businesswoman or maybe, like, a really high-class hooker...

[Awkward glance down at her push-up bra and shirt with the plunging neckline.]

And then I was in the shower and there was this spider and it kinda startled me and I electrocuted myself. I dunno how, but it felt like I think sticking my finger in an outlet would feel.

[She waves her hand like she's trying to conjure up electricity, but nothing happens.]

What if I'm--

[On the lam from a government research facility? An alien? A superhero in disguise? She kind of squeaks as she realizes that in none of those situations is sharing a good thing.]

Never mind.

[Paaaaauuuuuse.]

Has anyone seen a chubby middle-aged balding man with glasses around? I've got a--

Never mind.

[private to Adam]

Before I came here, Bennet said some stuff about my dad. That he locked me up when I was a kid. Experimented on me. Was he lying?

[private to Adam]

Can you pick a lock?


[private to Tony]

Do you still have my file?


[private to Peter, added after her ability mysteriously vanishes]

Did you

Why

Peter...