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.
“Speaking of Shya, I also collected a load of laundry from the grave yard. I don’t think I can repair on of the shirts though. Too many holes.”
"I'll take care of it then." Neena nodded.
“Emerald. But Neena talked to her, not me.”
"Em's okay," Neena replied quickly, and smiled to be sure he knew she was telling the truth. "Nothing a little painkillers and time won't cure." Beatings were common these days. She didn't think Shield needed details just yet.
Bits of the guards' conversation reached her ears. Of interest was their feelings about Rupert. Apparently the man wasn't popular with mutants or humans alike. She hadn't actually had a chance to interact with the Camp warden, so she didn't have a firm opinion yet.
The conversation ended and Doug returned. Though she was still folding, she didn't miss the covert drop into the box he pushed at Shield.
"Long as you're here, make yourself useful, willya?"
Neena pushed herself to her feet again, and put half of her stack on the shelves, humming quietly to herself. Anything to prolong her stay and satisfy her curiosity.
Ruby had been sitting next to michael, organizting the stock of toothpaste they had got in. When he walked off, she had grumbled irritably now that she had to check the tubes for jewelry, but when she realized who was there her mind changed instantly. Ruby glanced over at the guards and discreetly, moved her station closer to the conversation.
With her she moved her 'reward for the week.' You see once a week the custom workers got to take one thing that was placed in the customs building and keep it as thier own. Well This week Ruby had chosen the soft, comfortable wool blanket Emerald and herself had brought with them when they evacuated the mansion.
Due to Emerald's sensitivity to the cold, her performance had gotten sloppy and her hands were fried from the pick axe shocking her. Ruby also knew of Emerald's deep phobia for freezing cold temperatures and judging by the weather they had been getting lately, that did not seem to far away. So Ruby had gotten the blanket so her sister could finally have a good night sleep and be able to work at full potential again.
Biw after Ruby had scooted over she had started to listen occasionally stopping to listen.Ruby kept doing her job though, squeezing out the toothpaste, but she was still listening. She did greet the two older women with a small wave before continuing to listen and go back to work.
Posted by ssj5nappa on Jan 6, 2008 10:25:14 GMT -6
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“Yes sir,” said Michael, at once getting to work on the box in front of him. He listened to Neena and his heart sank a little to hear that Emerald wasn’t doing so well. Offering Ruby a smile he turned back to Neena and said “Tell her I hope she gets better soon ok?”
While setting about his work he suddenly had an idea. Picking up an item of clothing he pulled a small device out of his pocket, making sure to quickly conceal it in the clothing. The device was in fact a small heater. One of the guys was a techie wiz and had managed to make several devices to make life more comfortable, as well as a few things to help any attempt at escape.
Handing the clothes to Neena he pressed them into her hand so she could clearly feel the device and said, “I’ll be sending her warm fuzzy thoughts,” smiling and hoping that she knew what he meant.
"Em's okay, Nothing a little painkillers and time won't cure."
Sara gave a shrug. She probably wouldn’t of said anything if it wasn’t for the fact that under the same situation, she would want to be told. If he wanted to know more it was easy enough to find out, what with where his job seemed to be assigned.
Sara had been sure to take her time folding her stack of cloths. There were still half of them left and she was making each perfect. Mostly to have an excuse to stay. See if more things turned up.
Ruby walked in and Sara gave her a wave back. Then returned to the refolding of the cloths.
"Long as you're here, make yourself useful, willya?"
Neena and Michael were already over at the box. They didn’t need a third person looking inside. Did she smell food? Sara’s stomach let out a low loud rumble. “Sorry.” She said quickly. Not wanting the growl from her stomach to be mistaken for one in her throat.
Sonya watches Michael carefully as he takes the box and rummages through its contents... then tries not to let her disappointment show when he completely fails to react to her package and its message.
Well... there's an anticlimax. She'd been both hopeful and nervous about the inmates' reaction to her initial overture, had stayed up nights anticipating a wide range of possible responses, but she hadn't considered the possibility of it being completely ignored.Did he just not notice it? Or is he trying not to give anything away? Or does he just not trust me?
Not that she'd blame him for... well, any of those, really. It's just that, after all her agonizing about whether making contact with the inmates was worth risking herself by infiltrating the Camps, after making the difficult decision to do it, she's having trouble adjusting to the fact that it might prove harder than she expected to actually contact them once she's inside.
When Michael surreptitiously hands something to Neena, Sonya considers another possibility... perhaps he's just distracted by some covert operation of his own. Which is actually a good thing, if true; she'd expected to find all the inmates utterly demoralized and helpless, but it would be nice to find them coordinating and ready to take advantage of opportunities that the Resistance created.
Though it doesn't actually make her mission any easier.
Michael had not missed the package at all, however he wasn’t sure if it was a trap. Any of the items handed to him could easily have some form of tracking in them. If he was to take them he would need to make a new stockpile just for them in case his suspicions were correct.
He’d kept the package out of sight of everyone else, he didn’t want to get their hopes up to just be let down. The camps had made Michael quite cold, although he kept up his pleasant exterior, he’d become hard and calculating on the inside. Despite the network that he had set up and preparations he had made, he doubted that any breakout attempt would work without outside help, unless someone else could explode like Shrapnel.
The big question in his mind was could this man be trusted. After a while he decided to give the man a chance, but he would take every precaution possible. First of all, only he would have any dealings with the guy, so no one else could be punished for it. Guards were not a fan of punishing him, as he could only be shocked and they bored easily without any variation.
Taking one of the pens used to write labels for boxes he labelled up his one while simultaneously writing a note for the guard. Handing the pen to the guard with the note wrapped around it he showed no reaction as he went back to work. The note read Don’t trust you, but giving chance. Talk to me only. if he spoke to anyone else that was it, his chance gone. A simple test and the first of many.
(( OOC: Just for clarity... my primary reason for having Sonya infiltrate the camps is to give me more RP opportunities with the rest of the site members. So she's not going to go along with the "only talk to Shield" thing. Sorry. React to this IC however you feel is appropriate. ))
Sonya is only slightly surprised when Michael slips him a note, and manages to keep any expression of it off her face... she just nods curtly as she takes the pen and goes back to leaning against the wall and watching the mutants, waiting a few moments before surreptitiously reading his message.
Guess he noticed it after all. Which was, in and of itself, a fine thing. His response elicits more mixed feelings, though.
On the one hand, she can hardly blame him... he has no reason to trust her, and even less reason to trust "Doug," and containing the risk she represents makes perfect sense.
On the other hand, her purpose here is to make contact with the inmates, and the most effective way to do that is to establish a broad network of contacts.
On yet a third hand... not that she has a third hand in any but the most metaphorical sense... he does seem to be a local organizer, and it's possible that the best way to get in contact with his organization is actually to work through him.
On the corresponding fourth hand, though, it's just as possible that he's simply a control freak and a poser.
She chews on the end of her pen, swallowing Micheal's note in the process, as she struggles with the decision. Finally, she makes up her mind.
She catches the boy's eye as he works on the box's contents and gives him a small, sad headshake before strutting over in a caricature of arrogant-guard posture. "Oh, for #!@$!@'s sake kid, your way takes too $!@# long! We could $!@#! die of old age in here while you make up your mind what to do." She reaches into the box she'd handed Michael, pulling out her care package along with an armful of other items, and hands the pile to Neena, who had come over to stand nearby. "Help 'reason number 9' out here, will you? Laundry can wait."
"Help 'reason number 9' out here, will you? Laundry can wait."
Sara stopped what she was doing. Her head turned and one furry eye brow raised above the other. Ok. Yeah she was normally bossed around but guards normally didn’t say something she was doing could wait. They said hurry up so you can do this, but not, it can wait. Slip up of the tongue? They especially didn’t say things like help and include other mutants in her experiences. Even Shya had been told to do things herself. Another slip of the tongue? Maybe this guard just did things differently? Hmmmm. Curiosity got the better of her, finally.
She stacked what was left on the floor. Puling things in a messy tossed sort of folded stack on top of the neat even layer that was down first. She stood, dusted flecks of dirt off her furry knobby knees, and came over to view over Michael and Neena’s shoulder. Her eyes flicked down at the package where the sent of food was coming from, then back at Doug. Eye brow raising again. "Here" Sara said taking part of Neena's burden. A few of the items that didn't smell like food and beginning to sort them making herself busy.
(OOC: I hope this sounds plausible. Believe it or not, I actually acted this out to see if it would work, lol Yay for shapeless dresses! )
Neena smiled at Ruby. The girl was holding up better than she'd originally given her credit for.
“I’ll be sending her warm fuzzy thoughts,” She took the clothes and added it in with another box of clothes she was gathering for washing in the corner, careful to keep it's contents wrapped against accidental shuffling.
Sara's stomach growled. "Sorry."
Neena bent to pick up another unfolded garment, to hide a smile. When she stood, she rubbed her eyes, which were hurting a bit, and put on her disposable sunglasses. Her vision crisped up almost immediately. The room was silent for a few moments, except for Ruby and Shield rummaging through the boxes.
"Oh, for #!@$!@'s sake kid, your way takes too $!@# long! We could $!@#! die of old age in here while you make up your mind what to do. Help 'reason number 9' out here, will you? Laundry can wait."
A pile of items was shoved at Neena including, she saw, whatever it was that Doug had dropped in Shield's box. Her reaction was only partially faked. Sara came over to help her, and she took a step back. Like the klutz she was, her foot twisted and caught on the floor, knocking her off balance, and she stumbled back against the chair. She reached out with one hand to stop her fall.....
..... and the rolling chair decided not to stop her fall, but rather help it along. And that left Neena going one way, and her load going the other, scattering across the floor. With a little hiss of pain, she rolled over to her hands and knees, one hand clutching at her ribs, facing away from the door.
However the little package had disappeared from sight.
The door opened, and Neena's escort glanced in to see what was going on. Seeing her on the floor, and the mess, he snickered.
"Don't even need to shock that one to get a laugh," he remarked to Doug, then went back out for a third cigarette, closing the door behind him. While he enjoyed watching the mutants' stumble over themselves, he enjoyed his breaks more, so he wasn't in any rush to get her back to the Laundry. Besides, he could get more entertainment later, when she hadn't reached her daily quota.
Neena grumbled under her breath in Swahili, but retrieved her glasses and got to her feet, and began cleaning up. She limped a bit, as the fall had actually twisted her ankle a bit, but it would go away after a few minutes. She kept her arm tight to her side, where about a week ago Infirmary records stated she'd been treated for bruised ribs. The white bandaging could be barely seen under her arm, through the arm holes.
The Infirmary records didn't say that the wound wasn't serious and would heal within a few days.
<"Well, now. Who says baggy dresses are a bad thing? Especially to an ex-thief?"
(( OOC: works for me! fun to read! hope you didn't actually hurt your ankle though ))
Sonya watches in astonishment as Neena goes flying, dropping the armful she'd just been handed... and in no small amount of horror as Neena's escort opens the door at that moment.
She envisions the guard finding her note and feels a nauseating wave of panic overcome her. Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Except it doesn't turn out that way: the other guard looks over the mess, but nothing catches his attention.
> "Don't even need to shock that one to get a laugh,"
Despite her anxiety, Sonya knows an in-character cue when she hears one: "Yeah, right. Y'ask me, those fancy-pants gadgets take all the fun out of it... a well-placed kick in the butt's way more fun." She turns her back on the guard to face Neena again, and risks a quick wink in her direction as he leaves.
Once the door closes, she breathes a sigh of relief and looks around the floor for her package again... only to realize it isn't there. It takes her a second to draw the obvious conclusion, and she almost laughs at loud when it comes together in her mind. Oo... now there's one to keep an eye on... fast and sneaky! she thinks approvingly.
"Cheerful and graceful, I see!" Her voice drips with sarcasm for the sake of anyone listening in, but she gives Neena a quick thumbs-up gesture with her hand where the cameras can't spot it. "Ever considered ballet?"
(OOC: That’s fine Sonya, I’m just playing Michael the way he’d react, the camps have made him somewhat paranoid)
IC: And the guy fails at strike one. The ball was now in Neena’s court, however, he was determined to keep an eye on the guy whenever he had the chance. He would also consider anyone working with the guy as compromised. That didn’t mean he’d exclude them, after all the guy might be on the level, but it did mean that he would plan for everything that they were involved in to fail.
Mumbling an apology he got back to work. He retreated into himself and began to just observe. Information was one of his most highly prized asset, and he wanted to know everything he could about this guy, one way or another.
Well with Sara’s hands full, having taken some items from Neena, and her facing the boxes she only watched as Neena fell. At first wondering what all that was about, then forming a smile across her face as she realized. Neena’s escort peeked in and she quickly bowed her head and whipped the smile clear from her expression. Busying herself with the boxes, then pushing them towards Michael and finding the next set of boxes for the recycled cloths, gathered from the graves.
"Cheerful and graceful, I see!"
Sara’s eyes flicked in Doug’s direction. At her angle she could see the thumbs up. One eye brow raised again. ~Note to self. This one’s someone to watch.~ Again he had her curiosity.
She finished the laundry she’d brought. “Well back to work.” She said. “Back to the pool.” Well the laundry pool. But just calling it pool worked. With that she began her walk back.
Posted by rainewater on Jan 8, 2008 20:42:11 GMT -6
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It was then that Raina was sent sprawling into the room landing on the floor taking with her a pile of folded laundry that was also sent sprawling. She looked up sheepishly as a guard garbled about her being useless and weak yelling at whoever was in charge to give her a job.
Raina was left on the ground a moment and she looked up taking the time to take in all the faces. It was then that she saw Shield. Raina had never moved so fast since she'd entered the camps as when she leapt to her feet and dashed effortlessly across the threshold to tackle shield with a hug. It would have been the first sign of life any of the girls would have seen in Raina since she arrived at the camps. She was just so happy to know that Shield was ok. Her face was alight.
Michael was caught off guard by Raina’s tacklehug and almost bowled over. Keeping his feet he returned the hug whispering, “Nice to see you too,” in her ear. As he did he cast an eye towards the guard, wondering how he’d react.
He’d heard about Raina from some of the others, and from what he had heard this was far more active than any of them had seen. It seemed that seeing him had brought some of the life back in her, for which he was only too happy about. He wasn’t sure how he’d cope with the depressed Raina he’d seen back in the holding cell. Now he thought about it that seemed a life time ago, he was a changed man since then.
Well, this isn't quite going the way I expected, Sonya thinks ruefully.
Granted, she hadn't had particularly coherent plans going in... reconoitter, make contact with the inmates, establish their trust, do what she can to help, prepare them to react usefully when the Resistance finally gets its head out of its ass and takes action. But whatever her long-term strategy turns out to be, alienating Michael was probably not a great first step.
On the other hand, she'd apparently gotten Sara's attention, which was a step in the right direction... and had at least gotten her message across to Neena, which might prove a great help.
> “Well back to work. Back to the pool.”
She nods to Sara as she leaves, then goes to shut the door again... only to take a rapid step back as yet another inmate gets dumped on the floor. Is this some kind of local tradition or something? She moves quickly to slam the door, then goes to help the new arrival to her feet... which turns out to be unnecessary, as she dives across the room to hug Michael.
Only then does Sonya actually recognize Raina, from the coffee shop and the jazz club. Good Lord, what happened to her?!? She looks like... like... Sonya can't bring herself to finish the thought, even in her own mind, and is disgusted with herself for her own naivete. Of course Raina looks like a concentration-camp victim... she is one!
Sonya'd learned about the Holocaust and everything in high school, of course, and she'd seen Schindler's List and cried her eyes out afterwards, and she'd freaked out when the Abu Ghraib photos were publicized. But she realizes now that, even so, she'd somehow missed it, the reality of torture had somehow not really penetrated... and that somehow, despite knowing it was happening again in her own country, the reality of that hadn't hit her either, until she'd actually seen someone she knew suffering from it.
It takes a few seconds for her to get herself back under control, and she really hopes nobody is monitoring the camera footage during that time or "Doug" may have some explaining to do. When she finally does, she finds herself at a complete loss for anything she can say, or do, to help matters.
So instead, she leans against the door and lets Raina and Michael have their privacy... or as close an approximation as this place will allow.