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.
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"I dunno. Forever if you're in range, I guess. I've seen big hulking muscly red mutants go all soft and pink around people like her." There was a YouTube. The quality was crap since it was a security camera from a gas station in the wrong part of town. Leo pulled out his phone and went to find it. It was through the WTF subforum if he remembered right. That's where they hashed through all the wild theories.
"She's an Adapted human. Which means she's not even a mutant either so I don't even get where she's all 'you can't apply for financial aid' and 'we don't give scholarships based on grades.'" Leo did a pretty fair impression of the Amazon, if he did say so himself. Even though he'd gotten those rejections in letter form with Ms. Taylor's signature at the bottom rather than from her lips.
That was totally how she would have said it.
There! Leo turned his phone around and showed them one of the red guys shrinking down during a drop down, drag out slug fest with a cop of some kind. Of course the camera cut out as someone else came zipping into frame, but that was one of the best examples around of Adapted behavior.
Leo was more than happy to offer this olive branch of information and potential mutual dislike. He wasn't sure why they were stunned exactly. Did he make them that uncomfortable?
"I swear I'm not here for pictures or whatever." Did he need to justify himself here too? Why was it so flippin' weird?
"She's an Adapted human. Which means she's not even a mutant either so I don't even get where she's all 'you can't apply for financial aid' and 'we don't give scholarships based on grades.'"
If Alex's eyes could roll any harder they'd pop right out of his skull. He knew that these two didn't face the same situation as him but they couldn't be that ignorant, right? Right? No, they were. Sure Miss T was harsh but she was fair. More akin to mother nature's attitude from what he saw. Provided plenty but passing or failing was on your skin.
"Probably because you don't need the help..."he muttered, possibly too quietly for the other two boys to hear. Leo had a smart phone, accessed the internet with ease, his clothes were newer too. Some not so forgotten part of him started seeing someone with a thicker wallet than him. Enough to spare and then some. He pushed it down, the sensation of jealous want, knowing Mary was lurking in his head, waiting and watching. "I swear I'm not here for pictures or whatever."
"It's not that we don't believe you but...most non-mutants tend to stay away. At least in my experience, I can't speak for my roommate. And the one's that have come here are looking for pictures. I'm still finding it hard to believe that complete strangers on the internet like me because I'm a mutant. Usually that's counted as a negative." Not unless he prettied it up for them, gave them something nice to look at. That's why he's gotten so good at making butterflies and fireflies from leaves and sticks. They were easy and flashy and people liked them. Every time he met someone new it was the same song and dance. Jiri was probably the only one who knew better.
"So forgive me for being skeptical or surprised or whatever." He shrugged his shoulders, tried not to seem like he was hating on the guy for no good reason. He just couldn't help but see someone who felt entitled to something they shouldn't be getting and yet was ungrateful that they were getting it.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 19, 2015 8:28:01 GMT -6
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Leo--the human--was spilling words out of his not-a-mutant mouth. Very sensible, informative words. Words Jiri should really be focusing on.
Forever if you're in range, uh-huh. (...How many times had he used the phrase 'creepy humans'? It was just the once, right? Because just once was okay. Oh god.)
YouTube video. Guy going from Hulk-red to Hulk-Hogan-pink. That was... that was very demonstrative, and (and he'd met this kid's mom. And promised to be nice to her boy if they met in class. And accepted her coffee candy, which was like, he didn't even know, some kind of pact and he'd just broken it.)
Adapted humans which were not mutants because there was apparently a third contender in the gene pool now and financial aid and grades.
Jiri burst out laughing at the teen's Taylor impression. A little too loudly. He clapped a hand over his mouth. Quick think of something to say, change the subject--
"Your mom is really nice."
--oh God why did he say that. His other hand clapped over his mouth, too, but there were not enough hands in the world to cover the flush on his face.
>> "I swear I'm not here for pictures or whatever."
"Of course not." Jiri's voice came out with a little bit of a nervous prepubescent crackle to it. Which was really just the icing on the cake, and he was just going to quietly curl up and die here, thank you, the other two could keep walking if they wanted.
Alex was saying things. Probably he had been saying them for awhile. But they only just began to register in Jiri's mind. He nodded at all the fine points his roommate made, because the more Alex talked the more everyone was going to forget that he had talked. Even if Alex was coming off as a little defensive. Or skeptical. Or whatever.
Jiri had a fleeting thought: I should offer him a coffee candy.
This thought did not help. He kept both hands over his mouth, for good measure.
Alex did not seem happy. Was it something Leo said? He locked the phone and put it away again.
"Look, that's exactly why I came. There were no human students. None. This school's supposed to be a safe place for mutants and I don't want to mess with that. I swear I asked if somebody else needed my place first, man. But, if we can't get along while supervised, when are mutants and humans ever gonna get along?" And the financial aid was for his parents who'd only just barely been convinced to dip into his college fund to afford boarding school.
Plus, a school that didn't give scholarships based on grades? On what premises were they handing out scholarships?
"I can't speak for all those guys on the internet, but if I had to guess most are just riding the wave. There's no fear because you're interacting with them from a safe distance." They might like him legitimately. He was a pretty decent guy from what Leo could tell. Sincere and all that too. But the internet wasn't always so discerning with who they chose to idolize. They also liked keyboard cat and, really, what'd he ever do to earn it?
Jiri made a squeak about Leo's mom and then slapped his own hand over his mouth. Somewhere along the way they'd stopped walking and now the three stood in the shadow behind the Mansion. It felt sort of like they should be planning a secret revolution. Or at least plotting something.
"You okay, man?" He didn't want to touch him in case that was insulting somehow, but Jiri sorta looked like he was about to fall over... or throw up.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 20, 2015 15:27:49 GMT -6
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"Look, that's exactly why I came. There were no human students. None. This school's supposed to be a safe place for mutants and I don't want to mess with that. I swear I asked if somebody else needed my place first, man. But, if we can't get along while supervised, when are mutants and humans ever gonna get along?"
True, he spent most of his life either hiding away from society or seeing which one would be charitable. These last few months, practically a year now, had been the most he had been spending with people for more than a day. And most of them had been mutants like him. If not for a few of the teachers he could only recall on human girl that he talked and that was before joining Xavier's.
"I can't speak for all those guys on the internet, but if I had to guess most are just riding the wave. There's no fear because you're interacting with them from a safe distance."
Also true, but he still had fair ground to be miffed. "It's not that I dislike you. We'd probably get a long just fine and maybe I'm being unfair to be skeptical. But you did just complain about what is essentially a shelter that doubles as a school not paying for your stay. Especially when you have a touchscreen phone that probably cost more than some of us have ever had. I'm not saying going away, but maybe some awareness of your position would be nice."
If Leo had seen his AMA then he was probably aware of exactly what he was talking about. It was the last topic that got touched on before Jiri decided to pull the plug.
Speaking of Jiri, his roommate was looking rather swoony. Leo seemed to notice it too, "You okay, man?" After spending the last couple of weeks with the other boy, he had been fearing an eventual collapse. "Do you need to lay down?" Perhaps he should let Jiri take a nap and keep him contained to his brain. It'd probably be safe for Jiri to jump to Leo, if it did happen, given he was human and not all that dangerous looking. But he was sure Mary and Ace could entertain for an hour or two if need be.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 20, 2015 19:36:01 GMT -6
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Act normal. Just... act normal. Deep breaths. Be cool.
Jiri was finding it really hard to be cool when Leo was making total sense (but it was a weird sense that felt wrong and he didn't know why), and Alex was making total sense (in a way that felt right but made him feel wrong, and he knew exactly why).
>> "But you did just complain about what is essentially a shelter that doubles as a school not paying for your stay."
Everything in that statement. Just... everything. It was like someone had taken his head and made him turn it, and now he had a whole new perspective on what he was seeing, and not in a good way. Like when he'd been a kid and they'd been driving to the Jersey shore and he'd gotten all excited about the hills they were passing, until his mom had told him they weren't hills. They were trash heaps, with sod rolled over the top to make them look palatable from the highway. Like that.
Xavier's was gorgeous, and had tons of cool stuff. A pool, every sports field ever, its own private woods, a hedge maze, and that was without even touching on the Danger Room (and some other kid had told him there was a jet in the basement, and he wouldn't even be surprised if it was true, that's how cool this place was.)
But the only reason he was here, the only reason he'd even considered coming, was that whole mental breakdown thing. He'd have gladly tried sticking it out as a mutant in a human's school, if that hadn't happened. Because--even though no one really talked about it, even though he hadn't seen it until Alex had put it into words--the Mansion was a shelter first, and a school second. That's why so many adults were still hanging around, even though they'd graduated. If they'd ever gone to school here at all. >> "You okay, man?"
>> "Do you need to lay down?"
"No, I'm cool. Just realizing that I've managed to be entitled and a racist. Never thought I had to worry about either," because yeah. Cultural, ethnic, and religious minority here. "But here I am, same conversation, foot it my mouth no matter who I talk to. I've been at this school for like three weeks, and somewhere along the line I started breaking things up as humans and mutants. That's... freaky."
Which he'd always done, he guessed. But he used to consider himself in the first camp, and he would have defended mutants on principle, one minority to another. But being a mutant locked up in Mutant Manor here... he'd shifted his worldview, and he hadn't even realized it.
He wasn't even going to get started on his casual entitlement. Because in the world Leo and he came from, smart phones and data plans and knowing what the internet was were pretty much the norm. What could he even say to Alex, about that? Or half the other kids in this school, for that matter.
Why were they doing all this talking? This is not why they'd come out here.
"You know what? This is too much thinking. I'm getting a soccer ball and I'm kicking it." Jiri declared, and started marching towards the equipment shed.
Some awareness, huh? Leo chewed on that. Not like he'd been asking for a handout. He'd wanted a scholarship. Like earn money in exchange for good grades. That was standard school modus operandi usually and there was nothing wrong with asking. Maybe Alex was saying he should shut his facehole about the complaining. He did seem to be rather sympathetic to the adults. He's just more mature, his sisters would say.
Leo frowned more in an attempt not to roll his eyes. He didn't want to be taken the wrong way because the points Alex made were legit. The eye rolling was a habit from years of being swamped with sisters who were more responsible, knew better, wanted him to be aware of their superiority. No need to make Alex or Jiri feel he was devaluing their opinions. Because he wasn't. He just didn't know what to do with them.
Was he supposed to apologize for growing up and wishing with every fiber of his being that he could be somebody special? Do something special? He would gladly trade the phone and the gaggle of judgy sisters for that kind of special treatment. Maybe not the internet, though...
"Definitely too much thinking." Jiri was feeling it too. They had to work through this ooky weirdness. Leo, at least, started walking again. He was glad to see Jiri stepping up next to him. So he hadn't alienated them both yet. Probably only because Jiri, too, had a little foot-in-mouth-itis.
The shed was at the edge of the basketball court which normally wouldn't have been that far a walk, but they'd taken the hella long way around. No lock. Who would be stupid enough to steal from the Bird Sanctuary, though?
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 26, 2015 6:14:59 GMT -6
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Leo didn't answer his worries though Jiri did. Apparently surprised by his own lack of finesse in this situation. He didn't blame them, not really. It was more ignorance than anything. If it weren't for the fact that Jiri was now a mutant, he may have never been exposed to all the problems that came with it. Including the isolation.
Leo wanted to get involved, yet seemed unwilling to admit that he stands in a position of power. At least socially speaking. A position that was likely going to gather the ire of more than a few mutants. There was nothing special about being oppressed or fearing your own body. Both of them hadn't thought about any of this.
Apparently this was too much thinking for the other two and they rushed off to find a ball to kick. So he grudgingly went to join them, mentally noting that this was a conversation that was bound to come up again. Well, maybe not, both Leo and Jiri seemed eager to forget serious situations in favor of fun ones. Maybe this was something he should be doing more himself. A normal teenage thing.
In any case they arrived at the little shack on the far end of the basketball court without any further conversation. It was surprisingly unlocked, unlike a good deal of things around campus. Then again, it was probably just filled with unimportant sport equipment and possibly bugs, a whole lot of bugs. The shed didn't look like it had been opened in a while.
He glanced between the two teens, "Well, are you guys gonna open it or should I?"
Jiri was pretty sure he was okay with Leo now. Too much thinking was too much thinking, they'd both agreed. This was totally normal silence between them, as they finished the hike. Yeah.
But Alex was totally doing the thinking-too-hard thing again. His roommate was like a brooding thundercloud trailing their horizon. Jiri didn't remember everything from his near-nightly treks into the other teen's mind, but he could tell the difference between walking quietly because there's nothing in particular to say and walking quietly because there's way too much to say.
Fortunately, soccer had been created for just these situations.
>> "Well, are you guys gonna open it or should I?"
"If I may?" Jiri dramatically stepped forward, and dramatically opened the shed door. Umm. After a few good solid tugs. It was kind of stuck in its frame, a little. From inside wafted the familiar dusty, musty, slightly-stale-sweaty air of every equipment shed everywhere. He'd missed that smell. This one was small enough it didn't even merit a light, so navigating between the trash cans of baseball bats and the rubbermaids of dodge balls was like playing Tetris with your shin bones.
At last, however, the soccer balls were found (under a case of basketballs, behind the lacrosse sticks that leapt out at their backs). "Head's up!" Jiri picked one up, and bounced it off his own head towards Leo. The cure for too much thinking? Dribbling with your skull.
This false over-politness was funny. Jiri's struggle with the door was funny. Leo glanced at Alex, ready to poke fun but- Oh. Okay. Not that funny. Leo wasn't all that good at reading the mood of people or whatever, but even he could tell these guys were buddies and he was the interloper. Roommates, he remembered. They were roommates and buddies. That wasn't a bad way to be.
"I don't have a roomie yet. How long did it take for you guys to get paired up?"
>"Head's up!"
Leo caught the ball with his chest, popped a knee up to arrest its momentum, and let it fall to the ground between his feet. He could have caught it, true, but the no-hands thing was pretty strongly ingrained.
"Dude. Not the hair!" His overly scandalized tone and grin were enough to let the guys know he was joking.
"Okay. So." Leo tapped the ball with the inside front part of his foot to direct it out of the shed and into the open where they could show Alex the ropes. "You wanna try to kick it here." Leo lifted his foot and pat his shoe appropriately. "If you kick it straight on with your toe, you might jam something. Even through your shoe. Don't worry about anything fancy. Everybody ready?" He would try not to get competitive. That just wasn't cool when there was someone learning.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Sept 1, 2015 21:14:12 GMT -6
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"I don't have a roomie yet. How long did it take for you guys to get paired up?"
"Not too long. Though that's from my end. I got roomed with Jiri right away. From what I heard it was to have an extra pair of eyes on me. Not that I mind. Jiri's been a good roommate so far." He didn't mind having his roommate in his head every night. They actually had worked out something rather nice from this event. His constructs got entertainment and Jiri didn't wander too far during the night.
Alex stood back and watched as Jiri navigated the over crowed shed, his own nose wrinkled at the scent. All it reminded him of was over crowded shelters on too warm days or houses long abandoned by owners. Still, he was sure it's familiarity was more friendly to the other two boys. They seemed eager enough to dig through the equipment for the hidden soccer balls. Jiri spared no time throwing one out for Leo to catch on his chest, "Dude. Not the hair!"
He stepped back, ready to watch and adapt as things would go on. But apparently Leo was intent on teaching him some. "Okay. So, you wanna try to kick it here."
He watched as Leo tapped the inside of his foot, made sense enough. Pressure straight on would- "If you kick it straight on with your toe, you might jam something. Even through your shoe. Don't worry about anything fancy. Everybody ready?"
Well there it was. "Alright, ready when you are." One leg was a little more weighted than the other because of the ankle brace that kept him to the mansion grounds. But it didn't weigh so much that he couldn't handle it. He tried not to let it bug him that they might take it easy on him. It was only fair with his disadvantage to their experience. But at the same time he didn't want to be taken lightly.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Sept 3, 2015 20:32:45 GMT -6
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>> "I don't have a roomie yet. How long did it take for you guys to get paired up?"
"From my end it took, like, three days? They just sort of told me one morning at breakfast, 'so hey, there's going to be this other kid in your room when you get back from class today, no we won't tell you how many arms he has or whether he oozes anything corrosive.' " He hadn't actually asked those questions, but he could picture the look on any adult's face if he had. Jiri had kind of (present tense: did kind of?) sucked at the politically correct thoughts regarding his fellow mutants.
"But it actually turned out cool, because... reasons." Yeeeeah there was no reason to share that he and Alex were previously acquainted. "But yeah. That whole AMA thing, that was, like, maybe an hour after we shook hands. So you can probably tell that worked out. Even though I've been a terrible roommate. I, ah, sleepwalk. You could say."
He flashed a grin, inviting Leo to ask more, if he wanted. It was hardly a secret--not when every conversation with a new mutant around here seemed to start with, "Hi, I'm _____. What's your name, where are you from, what's your mutation."
Leo caught the ball like a fellow soccer camp attendee, and gave Alex some solid advice that warranted nodding-along-to, though he got the impression Alex was only enduring it. It might seem basic, but Jiri had seen more than one player screw that one up in the heat of the moment. Sprained toes were not worth getting the ball away from the other team.
Well. Unless it was a tournament.
But this was all friendly play. With a very friendly smirk, Jiri sniper-kicked the ball out from Leo's control and over towards Alex.
"Why don't you start?" He said. "The net seemed to be covered in fifty dozen tons of football equipment, so let's just say the entrance to the hedge maze is one point?"
The bushes seemed dense enough to stop the ball. Mostly.
"You guys are lucky. Lottery roommates is... I mean, I've heard anyway it can be cruddy." Maybe he would get a cool roomie, though. "Though I have to admit most of the people I've met so far are pretty cool." And pretty. Was it just him or were a lot of mutants real pretty? Couldn't ask that.
And while he was dithering, Jiri stole the ball! Leo was absolutely scandalized because he wanted to steal it back, but they were being friendly and helpful and Jiri had helpfully put the ball at Alex's feet.
Well. He would just have to help better.
He took off at a jog in the general direction of what was maybe possibly the maze. It felt good to jog. He'd mostly been hiding in his room answering his mother's frantic texts and emails. Was he getting along with others? Was he getting enough sun? Enough to eat? Started school yet? Where there girls? A pool? In fact, the buzzing in his pocket now was either response to his post about more AMAs on their way or his mother. Again.
His money was on his mother. And yet, he didn't dare complain. The whole privilege thing was still throwing him.
"So I'm curious about the maze." Was it silly to ask? He was going to ask. "It's like Harry Potter full of spiders and death traps, right? I mean, is that crazy to ask? I feel like that's not outside the realm of possibility."
Posted by Alex Maurell on Sept 7, 2015 22:03:26 GMT -6
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None
500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"You guys are lucky. Lottery roommates is... I mean, I've heard anyway it can be cruddy. Though I have to admit most of the people I've met so far are pretty cool."
"Yeah, most of the people are pretty cool. Not there aren't any jerks. I've met a couple. If they look like trouble, they're probably trouble." Alex caught the ball with his foot, giving a grin to Jiri in return. While the other two boys got in position he practiced a bit, passing the ball from foot to foot.
It wasn't too bad, nothing he couldn't get a handle on with some time. He wasn't going to get anywhere close to where Leo and Jiri were now. Those two probably had years of playing under their belt. Though athletics-wise he supposed he was more geared towards hiking, if one had to put it in a sport of a sort. So at least there he had an advantage over Leo and Jiri.
"So I'm curious about the maze. It's like Harry Potter full of spiders and death traps, right? I mean, is that crazy to ask? I feel like that's not outside the realm of possibility."
He glanced up at the hedge maze, keeping the ball underfoot now. "Dunno...It's possible. But there's really one way to find out right? We could always check it out. Not to stop the game before it starts..." He paused, Mary pushing forward in his mind, whispering an idea that made him grin. "Or we could make it the penalty. Say...whoever looses has to explore the maze?"
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Sept 12, 2015 9:27:18 GMT -6
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He got a grin and an outraged glower from his ball stealing, which was satisfying on all counts. Jiri flashed a yes I did just do that, what you gonna do, go cry to your very nice mother? grin towards Leo. From the way the other teen had caught the ball, it was clear he was no stranger to the game. All was fair between veterans.
He fell into an easy, I-could-outpace-you-if-I-wanted-but-we're-being-friendly lope across the lawn. The hedge maze was pretty easy to spot. It was the giant wall of slightly overgrown bushes towering between the Mansion and the forest. It was taller than a gargantuan mutant, and impenetrable as his old school's meatloaf. The only way in or out (without being a lame cheater) was a single entrance, a little wider than a normal door. It looked in on another hedgerow, one that stretched unbroken to left and right until each path turned sharply at the outer edge and disappeared into the depths of horticulture.
>> "So I'm curious about the maze. It's like Harry Potter full of spiders and death traps, right? I mean, is that crazy to ask? I feel like that's not outside the realm of possibility."
"Totally possible," Jiri said. "I've been hearing crazy stories from some of the other students, like actual minotaurs or vine traps or that the groundskeeper himself went in and never came out. You can still hear him in the night, his shears shinking metallicly from from deep within." Which would totally explain why the thing looked like it hadn't been pruned in a few years. "And, not gonna lie, I am so past not believing the crazy things about this place. Because apparently we have a holodeck, a scary metal hat room, water cannons turrets in the lawn, and a hanger with a decommissioned air force stealth jet under the basketball court. Seriously. You can see the seams where it opens."
Some of those he'd seen personally, and some of them he'd heard from people he trusted. Really, as soon as the holodeck turned out to be real, Jiri had suspended all disbelief. At this rate, he'd even be willing to believe that the Morris twins were just one man with a cross-dressing fetish.
So, in a word: he was totally down for exploring the possible hedge maze death trap.
>> "Or we could make it the penalty. Say...whoever looses has to explore the maze?"
"Alex, whoa," Jiri said, with a totally straight face. "No fair sending in the human like that."
Because Leo was going down so hard, it was a foregone conclusion.
Jiri grinned again. "Last person to get a goal is the first one in?"