...Well, if it's Sue's dream bar...
"Hey, is this Sue's dream bar?"
Yes. This is for you. A key appears.
That is indeed for her. She goes up to the corresponding room, checks it out, writes stuff in the notebook - wow, her handwriting is shit compared to the others', must be growing up with a desk - but there's nobody else here. She goes back down, gets Bar to give her a snack tray on Stella's tab, flops in an armchair by the fireplace with it.
"They look the same. I can show you the pictures in the book in our room. They'll come up wacky as all hell on any psych testing but you probably don't have particularly population-comprehensive psych testing... I think they all have rich parents and evil dads who should not be allowed to dad."
"I'd be happy to see the pictures. We're already keeping an eye out for kids with evil parents who should not be allowed to parent but the rich part complicates things, because fuck society."
"Fuck society!" agrees Aegis. "You should probably come with me to look at the pictures in case Milliways does time shit." She dances up the stairs.
Edie pays much more attention to the pictures than she normally would to faces with no minds behind them!
"Alts don't always look precisely alike. Shell Bell's shorter than the others. I might end up taller, zero-g. Angela has wings. Golden is a vampire and this makes her pale and gives her gold eyes. But that is what Sues look like."
"If you keep talking like that I'm going to have to lean more towards cute than disturbing."
"And the distributable form of magic the others of me won't leave lying around runs on pain and Sues are where they get it."
"Okay. Well, I'm not unfamiliar with the concept of a high pain tolerance--Logan's claws don't have sheaths, for example."
"I haven't actually seen him do claws, just regen, but yeah, Sue usedta go all out on him and break shit. Me too, sometimes, but I'm less intrinsically fascinated by crunching noises and I know I don't need to worry about overgentle habits if I pull my punches in lessons."
"I, on the other hand, have enough of a temper and a high enough chance of meeting civilians who will piss me off that practicing breaking people on someone who can take it probably isn't going to teach me habits that I actually want."
"...Wait, sorry, did you say Sue had managed to break Howlett's bones?"
"Aren't his bones made of super-strong metal now? Is there anything about that in this book, hang on." Flip flip
It can comment on Howlett's, though. Yep.
"Sue isn't super-strong or anything. It was a joint, maybe it bypassed the metal, technically a tendon or something."
"Yeah. I'm honestly a little surprised his nose hasn't healed crooked at any point."