Echo . . . kind of / Dollhouse / Millibar
Echo has been having some trouble figuring out how to deal with her imprints.
At first they were just . . . there. They were people she remembered being. Then they started offering opinions, advice. Becoming them started in that parking lot in Texas, when she became the nameless woman in the restaurant sent to warn off Paul Ballard.
In the last week or so, she's started becoming them more often. So far it hasn't been a problem.
So far Terry Karrens hasn't made himself known.
But tonight, somebody just had to walk through the bar carrying her croquet club over her shoulder, and Echo was distracted, and--
"Oh," Terry murmurs, watching the girl's hips sway as she walks away through the bar. The crowd swallows up the croquet player, and Terry looks up at the Observation Window.
"Goodness gracious."
[ooc: So yeah, um, Echo is kind of a serial killer for the moment? It may not last, in most threads, but young women should consider themselves warned. :D? See linked wiki article for a few further details on the imprint.
PS -- expect slowtime due to dinner, but the post can be open forever.]