The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Nights out in front of Chopstix were never boring. With near constant stream of people flooding in and out there was never a dull moment, and tonight was no different. Tonight there was a bigger crowd mulling around outside the bar, with people lined up against walls waiting to get in, and others slipping past with a stagger in their step. On tap beer was only half price, shots were three free for every three purchased, and ladies night was in full swing in order to celebrate the clubs 10th anniversary. Giggles and bellows of laughter barely made it out of the doors, with the thumping beats of the latest and most popular songs smothering everything within. Smoke tinted the air, being one of the only places around where addicts didn't have to leave the building, giving the place a homey, timeless atmosphere.
Inside the club one would have to wiggle their way through or around a decently sized dance floor, one that was packed with bodies and constantly moving, in order to get to the length of a bar, and the many tables scattered around the back of the club. People of all sorts lined the bar, chatting and joking, and others hung back to rest at tables and in shadows. One Megan Rova listened to the beating music as it pounded at the bathroom door. Blue eyes scrutinized the face she was looking at, plucking at eyelashes plumped with mascara, and smirked at herself in the mirror. Eyes decorated in red shadow, lips painted a deep velvety red. She tucked a few stray strands of black hair behind her ears and made sure her pony tail was still securely bound.
She loved clubs. Love love loved. In fact, if there was anything that she loved more than herself, it was a good club and a good drink. You could lose yourself in the music, become someone else entirely... and packed bars made it rather hard for people to find you. With a content little sigh, Megan tugged the purple tube top she had squeezed herself into back in place, and tucked her cell phone into the pocket of her leather pants. She smiled at her tattoo, still liking how the artist had gotten the web to sit upon her neck perfectly, and turned her back to make sure that all of the scars that speckled her back, shoulders and arms were shown off properly, before she marched out of the bathroom, back into the club. She stood in the doorway for a few moments, watching a crowd that was more or less happily drunk, before she stepped aside to let a parade of girls move past. Then, with her normal carefree smirk plastered on her lips and began to push her way back to the bar, to fond herself another drink.
Mission: Get Agnes out of the boring Mansion. Take her out to a nice bar or club and HAVE SOME FUN!
When: Saturday night!
Special notes: Said subject may or may not resist kidnapping the invitation. Some subterfuge and excessive pushiness may be required.
Operation in mind, Lydia pressed the button at the gate and was promptly let in by the guard, and she tried not to look to suspicious as she scurried into the mansion, clutching a stuffed tote bag. Once again she was in awe of the sheer size of the place, which seemed larger on the inside, but she only allowed herself a second to appreciate the architecture, until she quickly reminded herself of her mission. The last time Lydia was at the mansion, and had met Agnes, she had learned a few key things about the girl. One, she had the ability to control insects. Two, there was a slightly unflattering Viewtube video out of her attacking some villain and saving the day. Three, she was in desperate need for some fun.
Agnes was nice, but she gave off the exact vibe of a sheltered religious girl. Not that Lyd knew that about her for sure, but it was what her gut was telling her, and her gut was usually correct about such matters. The teenager slunk into the living room, looking for someone who could direct her to the location of Agnes’ room. She was in luck. As a matter of fact, a few kids were watching the cursed Viewtube video right as she walked in. Lydia rolled her eyes and shut off the monitor, to the protests of the three tweeny-boppers.
“Listen kiddies, stop watching that stupid video. Have any of you thought of how much Agnes might be hurting from it? Try putting yourself into her shoes for once. Would you like to be made into a spectacle like that?”
“I think it would be cool!” One of the braver souls chimed up. Lydia rolled her eyes again and clicked her tongue. “Just wait ‘til one of you accidentally almost kills a guy…” But she was wasting her breath, the more important question was where the actual girl was. “Any of you fangirls know where her room is?”
“Fanboys. Second floor, number 239.”
The next few moments passed in a blur. Lyd darted up the stairs, the contents of her bag jangling as she went up two steps at a time, giggling uncontrollably. She knocked on Agnes’ door, thankfully found her in her room, and proceeded to bombard her with the weapons she had brought: make-up. Well, it took a bit of explaining to Agnes first.
“Um…I thought you might have liked a nice walk around the block, maybe go to the…uh…library for a bit? I need to brush up on my reading, and you seemed like someone who could help me.” Of course the other girl was a tad confused, especially when the skin-shifter started taking out eyeshadows and eyeliners out of her tote, but Lyd offered a perfectly reasonable explanation. “Er…it’s a really nice library…” And after that, she didn’t let Agnes say anything further, especially when she was applying lip gloss.
A few closet tosses later, they managed to come up with a presentable outfit for Agnes, and Lydia grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the mansion. The bar she had in mind was having ladies’ night, amongst other deals, and was fairly clean. She didn’t think Agnes’ first bar experience should be anywhere seedy, especially if she wanted her to go out ever again.
“Hey, do you by chance have a fake ID?” She asked, grinning, as the cab driver started for their destination, “Cause we’re actually not going to the library…”
This had to be the STRANGEST library trip she had ever been on. She had been having a nice, peaceful time in her room, reading a book she had checked out from the school’s library and getting ready for a great night of sleeping. She was tired, she was ready to turn in and even though it was a Saturday night, and she was currently dating Rhythm, she did not have plans. It was supposed to be simple, quiet night, that involved nothing more than her bed, her pajamas and a book…
Then the knock occurred on her door and that started the downward spiral. Agnes was confused, to say the least as the girl, Lydia is she remembered correctly, practically forced her way into her room and began to go on about needing her help in the library and started to apply make-up to her face! Agnes attempted to resist, she really did, but the girl was quite persuasive and before she knew it she was wearing blush and eye shadow.
She tried to convince Lydia that the library the mansion held was ten-times better than anything in the city, on top of that, she didn’t have to wear such tight clothes. Apparently Lydia was having none of her arguments and before she knew it, Agnes had agreed to accompany her to her library.
But did Lydia really have to go through all her clothes to find some acceptable? Really? It was a library!
Before she knew it, Agnes was dressed in a tight, dark green shirt and her jeans, we as these high sandals she had bought when she was last at the mall. She felt a little weird about wearing the tight shirt and would not leave the room until Lydia had finally agreed, though with several rolls of her eyes, to let her wear her denim jacket. She was not going to let her scars be shown this night.
Agnes still could not figure out what was going on. She clutched her small purse on her lap as she sat there, looking outside the cab window as the man got ready to get going. Why were they out here? This was simply ridiculous, the Mansion had one of the best libraries she had ever seen! Why was Lydia dragging her out like this? Unless…unless there was something else that the teen had in mind for her…
>> “Hey, do you by chance have a fake ID? Cause we’re actually not going to the library…”
“Fake ID? A-Are you kidding? How…exclusive is this library?” she grumbled as she looked at her reflection and tugged at the shirt that pulling a little too tight around her bust. Finally she just turned and gave Lydia a melting look. “What’re you up to? W-We are just going to a library…right?”
>> “Fake ID? A-Are you kidding? How…exclusive is this library? What’re you up to? W-We are just going to a library…right?”
Lydia shot Agnes a smirk. “No girl, we are most definitely not going to the library! Tell me, Agnes dear, have you ever been to a club before?” She asked through her giggles. She was expecting a negative answer. Seriously, Agnes just needed to loosen up. And ditch the jean jacket. Her top wasn’t that tight, and honestly, she was an attractive girl. She didn’t need to cover up. Lyd would have to teach her some confidence too, it seemed.
“Don’t worry if you don’t have one, by the way. I do,” She said, winking at the girl. She had an air of self-assurance about her, one that she hoped would ease Agnes’ anxiety about the situation. Sure Lydia had sort of lied to her about where they were going, and basically forced make-up on her, but it would all work out in the end. Especially after Agnes had a few drinks in her.
Just in case though, Lydia reached over and locked the door on the other girl’s side. “You know where Chopstix is, right?” She asked the cabbie, and he confirmed with a nod of his head. “Hey, you might want to lose the jacket after we get to the bar, it can get pretty hot in there, if you know what I mean.” She accompanied her words with a raised eyebrow and mischievous grin, and retied the laces on her ankle boot heels. Lydia’s outfit was rather immodest compared to Agnes’. She was dressed in a form-fitting purple tank top with a functional zipper going down the front, tucked into a black banded, high-waisted skirt that ended about half-way down her thigh. The rose gold bangles on her wrists clanged together as she double-checked her makeup before they arrived at the bar.
The crowd was huge. It was perfect. And it wasn’t like Agnes and she’d have an issue slipping through the people and getting past the bouncer. One look at them and the multitude would part and open up a pathway for them, no doubt. Lydia tossed Agnes’ hair a bit and smiled, “Ready to go?”
>> “No girl, we are most definitely not going to the library! Tell me, Agnes dear, have you ever been to a club before? Don’t worry if you don’t have one, by the way. I do.”
What was going on?! Agnes was completely at a loss for how to respond to that. How was she? The girl had practically stormed into her room, assaulted her with make-up, then proceeded to pick out clothing, all under the pretense of going to the library. Deep down, Agnes knew she was not that stupid. She could be smart when she wanted to be, but Lydia had slipped through all her usual suspicions and misgivings she attached to people. Somehow Lydia had brought down her defenses and look what happened!? Agnes, dressed much more provocatively then she ever would before, and painted up, was hitting the town with this girl!
Now they were going to a club? Agnes was turning in a few months but that didn’t mean she could go out drinking or dancing the night away. She wanted to be home with her book.
She sighed as she turned to watch the city go by, fuming that Lydia had pulled her out of her nice warm bed for this. In a way, it was funny, but she was not going to show any signs that she approved of this. Lydia would get her pouting/angry look for the rest of the night, at least until they were on the way back home.
>> “You know where Chopstix is, right? Hey, you might want to lose the jacket after we get to the bar, it can get pretty hot in there, if you know what I mean.”
Agnes arched a brow and watched as she waggled her brows. Was she serious? Agnes really didn’t know where to begin. She was not going to drink, she was not going to dance, and she definitely was not going to be dancing with any guys! But…as she watched that cute expression on her face, the runaway’s anger towards her began to melt just a little. She probably was doing all this to be well meaning but to Agnes this was simply not her scene. She used to crouch outside the clubs (the drunk patrons dropped the best change) and watching all those people come stumbling out only made her feel sad for them. The majority of them were going home with people they never knew, or would ever see again. And sometimes those situations ended very bad.
She sighed as he tried remind herself that Lydia was just trying to be nice. Still…the phrase The road to hell is paved in good intentions flashed in the back of her mind.
As the city came into view, Agnes found herself actually in awe for the first time in a long time. She had almost felt like a tourist. For too long she scurried through the city’s alleys like a rat or was too wrapped up in her past to really look at the beauty the world contained around her. The tall monoliths of the buildings bloated out the darkened sky, but at the same time the tiny pinpoints of light that made up the glass windows glittered like tiny diamonds trapped on a black cloth. Each window held a small glimpse into the world of another.
Street lights zoomed by, people were left behind, some in groups or alone, the smell of city’s nightlife flowed in through the crack in the window and Agnes found herself just slightly enraptured. It really was a lovely night. And, if Lydia considered herself enough of a friend to want to pull Agnes out for an evening…well…then maybe she could try to loosen up a little.
But still…did Lydia have to dress so…provocatively? What if someone actually came up to talk to her? It was insane!
Rolling up to a club labeled Chopstix, Agnes’ eyes widened briefly as she saw the line that was formed outside. Were they really going to be waiting in line the whole night? Couldn’t they just go someplace less crowded like a coffee shop or a bookstore? Agnes was about to protest when the brunette suddenly reached over and began to toss her hair a bit. Taken a back, Agnes very lightly slapped Lydia’s wrist. Talk about invading personal space.
>> “Ready to go?”[/color]
“Um,” she started to say. But before she could get it out, Lydia had already exited. She sighed, bit her bottom lip and then finally stepped out to join her. She tugged at her shirt once more and began to button it up to hide her bust. “Lyida, you sure this is a good idea? I…I don’t want to get into trouble for sneaking in some place I don’t belong.”
Licking her lips clean of residue from the shot of melon vodka she had just consumed, she slipped her car under the tab of a can of beer. It didn't hiss, didn't lose pressure, so she grinned triumphantly at the boy sitting next to her. "You're move, darlin." The boy, Thomas, gulped and drew a card. He had an ace. The group of seven sitting around her table cheered. "Waterfall!" and everyone lifted their cups.
Ah, the blue eyed spider queen did so love playing kings cup. Thomas slapped the ace to his forehead, where it was glued to his skin by a sheen of sweat, and everyone at the table drank until he stopped. Megan found herself at the end of the line, sitting on Thomas' right. She nearly downed all of the alcohol in her cup before his card finally fell on, and she could gasp for breath. "Jesus christ, man! Wiggle your damn eyebrows next time!" The others laughed with her, and the next person in line drew her card. "A king?" Megan beamed at the girl, and held up all five of her fingers.
"Alright, now we each hold up five fingers and name off something we haven't done. When you run out of fingers, you have to put your hand down and consume all of your beverage." She cleared her throat, while everyone nodded, and waited for the shy blonde girl who had drawn the card to start. "...uh...uhm, never have I ever... done the walk of shame!" Three fingers went down around the table, and Megan shot Thomas a raised brow, seeing as he was one of them. All five of her fingers remained. The next kid took a shot. "Never have I ever kissed a guy."
A chorus of groans and "cheap shot!"'s circled around the table, but all of the female present put their fingers down. Megan had four left. The next girl followed in her boyfriends footsteps and used "Never have I ever kissed a girl." Which was followed by another round of groans. Megan grumbled and put a finger down... which earned her a raised brow from Thomas. She stuck her tongue out at him. The next question went by without anyone putting down a finger, and so on, until Megan had one left. It was a tight competition, between her and the girl across from her. Blue eyes squinted, and brown eyes squinted right back. Lightning would have sparked across the table if it had been an anime, just to prove the tension between the two. Megan pursed her lips, thought about it, then grinned wickedly.
"Never have I ever been married!" Rage tweaked the girls face and she slammed her hand down. "Ugh! Lame! I knew I should have taken this damn ring off!"
Somewhere, her husband's ears were burning. Megan stayed to watch her sloppily down her drink, before she excused herself back to the bar. Thomas, the cute English lad, tagged along with her. Like a puppy... how adorable. The two plopped themselves down onto bar stools, and he smirked in her direction. "So... you kissed a girl?" Megan grinned at him, tapping her nails on the counter. "Yup. I kissed a girl and I liked it."
It was worth it, just to watch his cheeks heat up.
Lydia loved it all. She loved the smells of the city, the smells wafting out of the bar, and the smell of her perfume. She loved the colored lights peeking out of the doorway to Chopstix, and the wonderful variety of people milling around it. She was in her element. In her ideal conditions, and plus the alcohol would be cheaper tonight. She was expecting to have to pay for a few of Agnes’ drinks before some kind of benefactors took over.
>> “Lydia, you sure this is a good idea? I…I don’t want to get into trouble for sneaking in some place I don’t belong.”
“Relax Agnes, we’re not sneaking anywhere. We’re just gonna walk through. Come on, don’t look so nervous. Don’t worry, you’re with me.” Lydia grabbed the other girl’s hand while she was buttoning up her jacket, and pulled her to the front of the line. She received a few glares as she pushed past some of the women who were having difficulty convincing the bouncer to let them in, and smiled sweetly to the large man blocking the entrance. Of course he slid to the side as soon as he noticed the girls, and Lyd winked to him in thanks. The music was pounding so loud she could feel the beat vibrating in her bones, but she resisted the urge to start dancing, in favor of guiding Agnes to the bar. If the other girl was saying anything, she couldn’t hear her.
There was a bit of a ruckus at one of the tables nearer to the bar, a group of people playing some drinking game, it seemed. One guy at the table caught her eye, but Lyd only stared for a second. Her main focus was Agnes, on helping Agnes have fun. Her own fun could wait.
The teenager glanced at her companion as the bartender asked her what she wanted to order. Agnes would probably want something sweet, she didn’t look like she was much used to the bitter taste of alcohol. “Two bourbon and cokes please, one with a bit more coke.” As the bartender went to get their drinks, Lydia turned around and faced Agnes, smirking. To their left, the cute boy who had been playing games sat down with some female companion, and a brilliant, ingenious idea hit the skin-shifter.
She raised a finger, a sign telling her friend to wait for a minute, and she strolled over to the guy, her best wing-woman expression on her face (i.e. a smile that wasn’t too inviting).
>> "Yup. I kissed a girl and I liked it."
Lydia snorted. Now she wouldn’t feel guilty at all about stealing away the guy from his friend. Not if the lady was throwing around stale lines like that. “Hello, I don’t mean to interrupt you two, but—holy f***! It’s you!” It was that crazy woman, the one from Mardi Gras. The cougar. Again.
>> “Relax Agnes, we’re not sneaking anywhere. We’re just gonna walk through. Come on, don’t look so nervous. Don’t worry, you’re with me.”
But…alas Agnes WAS worried, she was anxious and she was extremely nervous. Her friend was telling her to relax and to not worry but the pair of them were obviously nowhere near the drinking age and yet they were supposed to be sneaking into a club? That was absolute madness! She knew they were going to get into trouble. More than likely the bouncer would see that they were just teenagers attempting to sneak into a club and send them home.
At least that is what she hoped would happen. If they could just be sent home, she could deal with that. Maybe Lydia and her could stop by the Cold Slab Creamery instead of having to break into a club.
…heh, fat chance of that.
Still though, there was no way the bouncer was going to let them in. Even if Lydia looked and acted the part, there was no way she would get past them. They were trained professionals, they knew how to catch those kids who attempted to sneak in for an under-aged drink. She had nothing to worry about.
As they made their way towards those gapping doors, the smell of alcohol and perfume and God knows what other alluring scents assaulted her nose. The music vibrated through her from all the way out here and instinctively she could feel her body want to twitch to it. But she controlled herself. Nervously she clutched sleeves and pulled them up to hide her hands. Even if she didn’t want to appear as adolescent, the notion was being shown.
Passing the angry glares and glances from those who were forced to wait in line, Agnes wondered why she and Lydia were not joining them in the back. After all, they were supposed to wait in line. That was the whole purpose of lines. But, as they strolled up to the bouncer, Agnes instinctively shrunk back against Lydia. She really…really wanted to go now.
But he let them pass?!
Agnes heard the disappointed and accusatory groans from the rest of the people in line, but as she walked along with Lydia, they quickly became a low hum as her entire body was assaulted with music. The sounds of laughing, dancing, and good times overtook her senses and before she knew it, Agnes had to let herself be led, like a blind person, wherever Lydia wanted to lead her. She knew she should not be doing this, she knew it deep down. This was wrong, she was not a drinker, and yet, she felt a strange allure for the loud, hip moving music.
A glance at Lydia and she looked like a starving woman in a butcher shop. Agnes attempted to follow her gaze but was instantly led away to the bar. The runaway wanted to pull away and say no, but she was still to disoriented by the music and scents. She found herself sitting and overheard something about Lydia ordering drinks.
>> “Two bourbon and cokes please, one with a bit more coke.”[/color]
Bourbon and coke? Are you KIDDING? Agnes exclaimed to herself. Instantly she folded her arms over her chest and sat on the stool, looking about the confusion. But, as she turned to ask Lydia how long they were going to be here, the teen suddenly threw up her finger to silence her and wandered off to another table.
“N-No! Lydia! Don’t leave me here!” Agnes attempted to shout but the music all around her quickly drowned her words.
She sighed as her shoulders slumped a little. There was a small clank and Agnes turned to the side to saw two glasses of a dark, dark brown liquid inside set next to her by the bartender. It smelled like soda but she knew there was something stronger in there. Carefully she picked one up and held it, not attempted to drink it yet. Instead she sat there, pretending she was interested in the lines that made up the design of the tiled floor.
“Why didn’t I bring my book?” she muttered.
“I’ll be your book, baby!” A slurring voice announced from a man sitting on the stool next to her.
“Ugh,” Agnes groaned in discomfort and casually turned herself away from him. “I’m going to kill you Lydia. You…will die…”
She and whats-his-face were having a blast. Talking about what it was like to kiss a girl and all. She nodded dumbly, a little silly smile on her face, and let her eyes wander back to the table where the game was going on. The kid was cute, yes... but obviously not her type. She spied someone else looking at him, some red head further down the bar, and frowned.
Didn't mean he wasn't hers, though...
Squinting blue eyes temporarily, she nodded again and turned her attention back to him while sipping her drink. That, was the unfortunate time a certain brunette decided to wander on up. Megan hardly paid attention to what was said, up until the swearing and proclaiming it was 'her'. But when her eyes landed on the girl, they widened and she froze with the drink to her lips. She was just as surprised, if not more, than Lydia. It took her a moment to recover, and then she covered everything up with a smirk. "...Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here." Her eyes twinkled, and her smirk widened. "Nice to see that you're dressed, this time." Rather than the wet and drippy state they had both been in upon first meeting.
She arched a dark eyebrow at the girl. "Did you need something?" Her eyes flicked to Thomas, who, she noticed, was ogling Lydia like she actually were wet and drippy. Megan frowned. How like a man.... Perfectly good female sitting next to him, and he was already drooling over someone else. Hmph. Like she was going to get one-upped by a teenager.
The situation was turning into a game, now that her male friends attention had wandered. "Oh, how rude of me. Thomas, this Lydia. We shared a bathtub once, long story that. Oh, and she likes tying people up with boas." Thomas blinked, raising a brow of his own, but didn't move his eyes from Lydia's face. "P-pleasure to meet you, Lydia... " His cheeks flared red, and he coughed, before extending his hand out to her.
Megan's frown intensified... That plan had apparently backfired.
Damnit. Her eyes wandered away, falling upon a familiar face sitting alone and vulnerable at the bar. Her eyes widened for a second time, and she choked on her drink, snorting in an unladylike like manner as the alcohol rushed into her sinuses and burned like a wild fire. "Holy sh*t! Agnes!?" She raised her voice loud enough to cast it over to the girl, and stared. What the hell was she doing here too!? Was she going to run into freaking everyone tonight?
That smirk. That aggravating, irritating smirk. The smirk that Lydia often sported as well. She wanted to wipe that smirk right off of Megan’s face. The only solace she got was the brief shock she saw when the woman had noticed her. It was quick, but she had managed to catch it. That in itself brought a small grin to the teenager’s face.
>> "...Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here. Nice to see that you're dressed, this time."
“Likewise, Meggypoo, minus the nice part.” She replied, leaning her arm on the cute guy’s chair. What was this innocent boy doing with a woman like her? He obviously had no idea how devious she was. But it didn’t matter, as his eyes weren’t on Megan anymore. They were on Lydia, which made her grin even more. Yes, he was for Agnes, but at least he wasn’t staring at the black-haired woman anymore. It would do for now, until she introduced him to her friend.
>> "Did you need something?"
“As a matter of fact I di—.“ But she was interrupted, rudely.
>> "Oh, how rude of me. Thomas, this Lydia. We shared a bathtub once, long story that. Oh, and she likes tying people up with boas."
Yes, how rude of you. And not to mention, that wasn’t a very flattering description. It was an obvious attempt to get Thomas’ attention away from her. Lyd rolled her eyes and shot a glare at Megan, but soon smirked when the woman’s plan flopped.
>> "P-pleasure to meet you, Lydia... "
Awww, he was shy. And he had an English accent, yum. He was perfect for Agnes! “Yes, very nice to meet you, Thomas,” she replied, taking his slightly shaking hand. She winked at Megan, who did not look happy. Did you honestly think you stood a chance, darling? “So, I have a friend I’d love to introduce you to,” she told the young man next to her, who was still a bit red-cheeked. He was adorable. Not exactly her type, but she was sure he’d hit it off with—
>> "Holy sh*t! Agnes!?"
“Oh no effing way.” There was no way Megan and Agnes knew each other. Absolutely no way, but the recognition on the woman’s face said otherwise. Small freaking mutant world… Everyone knew everyone else. She sighed and turned to Thomas. “Um…I’ll be right back.” She marched off to Agnes’ side, hoping Megan wouldn’t follow. “How the hell do you know that cougar?”
Partially deaf from the music, nauseated by the scent of alcohol in the air, irritated by the man that kept hitting on her, Agnes tried to best to shoot daggers at Lydia. Oh if only she had that mutant ability. She would make the young mutant pay for tricking her into going out tonight. She really wanted nothing to do with this place. She was irritated, she wanted to be in her own bed, most of all she just wanted to be in Rhythm’s arms right now. But as she sat there, trying to ignore the leering looks from other gentlemen, the runaway sighed and unconsciously took a sip from the alcoholic drink in her hands.
For a second Agnes really did not know what she was doing. She needed to do something, anything, and the drink was right there in her hands! Before she knew it, that sip of Jack Daniels and Soda slipped down her throat and Agnes found herself…actually liking it.
Still…she forced herself to stop…after another sip or two. It elixir calmed her nerves a little, but still she was a bit on edge. She wanted to leave, but she knew she could not just leave Lydia behind. Especially when she was planning to kill the mutant later. Yes, a slow, agonizing death was exactly what she needed.
>> "Holy sh*t! Agnes!?"
Looking up at hearing her name, Agnes nearly dropped her drink when she recognized the voice that had just called out to her. One look and she recognized those light blue eyes and the long dark hair.
“Megan?” she asked in shock.
Immediately the runaway was embarrassed. To be caught, out of mansion grounds, with another young lady, breaking into a club. She knew that Megan was older, but would she report her to the mansion? Or worse yet, Gawain? The last thing she needed was for that sly faced punk to have more dirt on her. She barely stood his presence as it was, she could not stand it if she were under house arrest for sneaking out with someone.
But as she turned, attempting to hide away from Megan, she picked up her drink and took another sip…this one just a little longer. It was working wonders at calming her nerves but as it did, her brain started to get just a tad bit fuzzy. She side as she forced herself to stop and set the drink down again. No more, she would drink no more…
At least that is what she told herself as she picked it up again and turned to see Lydia approaching her…
>> “How the hell do you know that cougar?”
“Cougar?” Agnes asked innocently as she took a sip from the glass and looked passed her fellow mutant. “I don’t see any big cats! And don’t you change the subject, why did you tell me we were going to library?” She asked as she poked Lydia in the chest! Well…she attempted to poke Lydia in the chest and instead aimed a little too far to the right and poked her square in middle of her right breast. Oops…
Oooh no! Megan was not going to get pushed off to the side while Lydia dragged Agnes off into some dark corner to chat. Pursing her lips as the girl marched off, she stood from her chair and followed without a word to Thomas as to what was going on. He raised a hand to stop them... of them, at least, before the words died on his tongue and he sat back- utterly lost and confused. He had come to a party with friends, met a woman who was pretty attractive.. then met a girl was was stunning... and had just gotten ditched by both for some other girl? ... he needed another drink.
"Waitwaitwait... you two know each other?" She sidled right up alongside Lydia, with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised skeptically, just in time to catch Agnes' badly aimed poke. She raised an eyebrow, but ignored it for the moment. Agnes seemed too sweet to hang out with such a bar hopper, too much of a wall flower. ...and Lyd didn't seem like the type to drag shy girls out anywhere. Unless... maybe they were besties?... or maybe more? Blue eyes shifted from one to the other, taking in the embarrassed Agnes and the flustered Lydia. The boob poke made sense, now that she thought about it. A sly smile curled her lips, and she shot Lydia a look."...ooooh... I get it now.." She glanced at Agnes, and grinned. "You two are girlfriends, aren't ya? I'll go ahead and apologize right now, then. We shared a bathtub, her and I... but nothing happened. Purely innocent encounter.. save for the pant-less man and all that. Scouts honor!" She held up a hand, and winked at Agnes.
"You should have told me you were going out." She glanced around, then leaned in slightly and whispered. "Especially since you're underage!"
Was Agnes being serious? She didn’t know what a cougar was? Or was the sneaky devil playing with Lyd… She actually hoped it was the latter, because otherwise she had a lot of work to do with Agnes. Lots and lots.
As for the library, “Because I knew you wouldn’t come with me if I told you we were going to a bar—!” But she was interrupted by a poke…to the wrong place on her chest. Her cheeks instantly flushed and her mouth hung open. Was that on purpose or accident? She cocked her head in confusion, still blushing, but saw a similarly embarrassed look on Agnes’ face. Whew, for a moment there…
>> "...ooooh... I get it now..”
Wait, what? What did Megan get? Lydia suddenly grew very, very fearful of whatever the woman suddenly understood. Knowing her mind, it could be deadly and cataclysmic. Or just downright wrong.
>> “You two are girlfriends, aren't ya? I'll go ahead and apologize right now, then. We shared a bathtub, her and I... but nothing happened. Purely innocent encounter.. save for the pant-less man and all that. Scouts honor! You should have told me you were going out. Especially since you're underage!"
“Oh God,” was all she could say at first. Oh my. Megan. What. “NO! No no no no oh my God no!” She huffed and shook her head vigorously. The girl took what was hopefully her drink off of the table and took a hard sip. “That was a badly-timed hand slip. Agnes and I are just friends! Straight as a ruler! God, you would jump to those kinds of conclusions.” And what was it with that underage bit? She downed her glass and quickly asked for another one.
Megan definitely was not helping Lydia gain Agnes’ trust. What with the obnoxious Mardi Gras story and the homosexual assumptions. And chances were, she wasn’t getting rid of the lady right away. Great.
The two of them were arguing now. Agnes normally would have implanted herself into the conversation because it was about her, but right now the growing fuzziness in her brain was keeping her from truly comprehending what the pair of the girls had said. Instead she drifted off, mentally she explored the club, looking past the two bickering girls and their conversation. She heard practically none of it in full, merely getting snippets here and there about being lied to because she would not have come to the bar otherwise, and something about her and Lydia dating…Agnes scoffed at that one!
But as they spoke to each other, Agnes let her mind wander, looking over the various club goers and dancers. Women were scantily clad, men were eyeing anything in tight pants, Lydia was right…this is a place that Agnes would have never gone to on her own. Then again…
…she picked up her drink and continued to sip it through tiny red straw that were nestled in between the ice cubes…they did serve really good drinks…
She sighed a bit as she let her mind wander, falling away from the two girls talking and began to think about how her parents taught her about places like this. It was obvious they did not like or appreciate anyone who came to places like this. Agnes was always told that people who came to places like this were fools, mortal men and women who had been lured away by the dark whispers of the great Deceiver whom lived in the hearts and minds of all mankind. It was their job to teach Agnes how to guard herself, fill herself up with God’s word and favor in order to combat this sickness!
But as proven by her experience today, she really did not seem to care about what they thought anymore. Another sip and Agnes waivered a little, which instantly caused a short giggle to escape her lips. But just as quickly as her face had cracked into a grin…it disappeared leaving the runaway teenager looking shocked at the pair of young women.
>> “Oh God…NO! No no no no oh my God no!...That was a badly-timed hand slip. Agnes and I are just friends! Straight as a ruler! God, you would jump to those kinds of conclusions.”
“GOD no?” she asked, looking at Lydia a little accusingly. “And what’s wrong with me? I think I’m cute an –“
“You are, baby! I’d like to tap that!” came an obnoxious voice from off a guy sitting on the stool next to hers.
The alcohol slowly worked her brain over a bit more. Though the alcohol in that drink would be considered minimal by most standards, Agnes had never had a drink in her life. And considering how thin she was, and the fact that she had yet to eat anything for dinner tonight, the drink was beginning to affect her a bit more strongly than most would be affected by such an amount. And result of this gradually increasing stupor was apparent.
SLAP!
Before it could be seen, there was a slap across the face of the young man who had just spoke. An outline of a hand glowed on his pale cheek as he stared, wide-eyed, off to the side. Agnes stood there, having just slapped him, and quickly turned her open palm into a judgmental and pointing finger.
“You, sir,” Agnes said with all truthfulness, “Need to learn how to respect women.”
She let the conversation drop after that and turned back to her two female comrades. It was only then that her mind really seemed to register that Megan was there. With a grin, she waved at her meekly, but at the same time with a braveness that can only come with alcohol.
“HI Megan! Fancy meeting you here! Can you believe how LOUD the music is?”
