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.
Okay. So Lori was in denial about living at the Sanctuary, but she actually hadn't been around that long. Maybe three or four days now? A day off, a call in sick, a death in the family... she'd made her excuses to her various odd jobs to get enough time to really explore the place, only, she was still curious about one thing she'd seen on that first day...
Lori, dressed by one of the female Sanctuary residents, walked casually back toward the hallway that led to the garage. She stopped just outside of a door only a few down from Geo's dressed in a short jean skirt, a creamy buttercup yellow shirt sporting the picture of Little Miss Sunshine, and a purple plaid bandanna tied loosely around her neck with a large safety pin in it. Why the bandanna and safety pin? Lori had no idea, but she'd become like a doll to some of the residents she'd met. They insisted on putting her in "outfits." No one stopped her and made her feel ridiculous so apparently it was okay. Whatever. She was only borrowing the clothes anyway.
That was one of the interesting things she'd learned in her as of yet short stay here: not every Sanctuary resident was a member of the Order. Lori's hair swung back and forth as she looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She then tried the door. No luck it was locked. Time for the "hard way."
Lori just didn't have the control to do this quietly, but at least she had the brute strength to pull back the small bolt of metal that was locking the door and keeping her out. It squeaked and crushed a bit, but it slid back easily enough. She wasn't entirely sure that the entire door closure mechanism still worked after the noise. Again she found herself not caring. If they could afford to put up this many people, feed them, and house them and everything, they could replace a door knob or two. Thats what they got for trying to keep her out.
Another quick glance around and Lori opened the door quickly and slipped inside of Venus's room. It was the most interesting one she'd seen to date and she just couldn't resist the opportunity to poke around in the troves of treasure she'd briefly seen that first night. This Venus person had to be a riot!
Lori fumbled with the interior door knob trying to get the latch to come back out so that the door would remain closed after her. The room was much the same as she'd seen it a few days ago: asian style bed, closet full of 'big and tall' and women's clothing too, dim lights and... a small sound reached her ears. It sounded like a pool. She quit fumbling with the door, having only just gotten it to stay closed, and peered curiously in the direction of a dim and flickering light. Was that a candle? Was there... someone home?
Lori edged toward the bathroom door. Shoot. She could have sworn she'd seen the red one leave. Err... well, one of the red ones. Another sound like someone shifting ever so slightly in deep water. Blink. Wait a minute... someone was... he was taking a bath! With a candle! Lori put her hands over her mouth and chuckled silently. Oh, this was rich. She'd broken into the room to poke around a bit. Of course she was hoping to meet the man one day, but she wasn't expecting to meet him in the tub. She contemplated just how much trouble she would get into if she surprised him in this particular location. Hmmm. It really might be worth it, though they'd both regret it if she got soaked again. Hmmm. Yeah, still worth the risk.
Lori stepped quietly toward the bathroom door and leaned against the frame. Venus's head was draped across the back of an enormous tub and he seemed to not notice her relatively stealthy approach. It helped that there seemed to be some kind of whirlpool jet action and of course, one does not typically expect someone to show up inside of a locked door. Mental note: be more paranoid in the bath tub.
Well, his non-notice meant she could take her time. After a nice long eye full of the bathroom's luxurious layout and of course an in-depth examination of its sole occupant, Lori grinned wolfishly. Well, he was big and red all over - not that she doubted that one. He also looked just like all the others. Ah, but one day she'd be able to tell them apart, she vowed... and then quickly took it back. Who was to say she would be around enough to learn the difference? "A pleasure to meet you, Venus." Her soprano voice echoed hollowly around the tiled room.
She couldn't help but grin. Getting into trouble was always entirely too fun.
"Nice to meet you as well, Charge... I'd invite you in, If you can manage to not repeat the process of our Intial encounter."
Charge shook her head and adopted a similarly polite tone. "Not enough self-sontrol, I fear." She'd let him take that as an 'I want you. oh baby, oh baby' if he really wanted to, but really she was speaking of her mutation.
He leaned partially out of the tub, eyes sparkling with the intelligent thought processes Lori initially wouldn't have pegged the red boys for having. "Though I am afraid you've stumbled in on the wrong, Brother. I, my dear, am Mars." Lori's eyebrows raised simultaneously in salutation of Mars's admission. If it really was Mars. Oh she hoped the didn't pull tricks like switching names around. She wasn't entirely sure if she was disappointed either. Until she could learn the differences, why discriminate?
"Mars then." Mars stood up with no move to cover himself. Two points for boldness. His tail moved about seemingly at random until it lifted a towel from the rack. Prehensile? She watched every movement, missing nothing. "Glad to see you've recovered." That was probably the closest to an apology he'd get unless she thought he really needed one. She wasn't especially sorry for frying the brothers. It'd been accidental discharge and a big bother to herself. Not to mention the fact that they'd seemed rather threatening at the time. But that was all water over the dam or spilt milk in an alley way.
Secretly, Lori lamented that she couldn't enjoy such a luxurious bathroom. The sight of it only added to her self-motivation for learning some real control over her mutation. Lori's eyes wandered back to Mars who was drying his hair, again with no attempts at modesty. At least he wasn't treating her like a kid. Add another point for Mars.
"So, anything I can help you with?" Oh take that point back, he ended a sentence with a preposition. Mars peeked at her through dampened locks of hair in a manner he no doubt thought alluring. Ah, well surprising people in the tub did probably come with a few assumptions.
She grinned toothily. "Lots of things, I'm sure..." She turned from the door frame then and left Mars to sort himself out as he wanted. She was clearly unashamed of what she saw, but it was some kind of attempt at politeness that prompted her to sidle back into the bedroom. She lazily went for a quick look over the dresser, feeling oh so nosy today.
"For starters you could help me dig through Venus's stuff... or is it 'bros before hoes' with you two?" She spoke normally knowing full well that he would find a way to hear her if he really wanted to. And he should want to. As she had been doing with most around the Sanctuary, she was trying to get him started talking. It was amazing what people would tell given the opportunity. And Lori was ever the opportunist. She would be able to gauge several things from his response.
“Self control isn't something that comes with out practice..." He paused. "I thought it might have possibly been a simple reaction to your mutation opposed to, the urge to Kill us all.” Lori smiled to herself. Looks like this brother wasn't all smash and grab. She found herself wondering if they were all as... competent, or if she'd gotten the "smart" one.
“It twas but a flesh wound, no real damage was sustained, but it did do a heck of a temporary job.”
Good to know that her zap had been effective at taking them out of the fight at least. She was still gauging this stuff out.
Lori continued to poke around casually at the vestibule as she heard the brother, Mars, rummage around in the bathroom. She picked up this and that, not really impressed. She was most interested in dialogue. Sure she was interested in what she found, but what she really wanted was information. Information about the brothers, the Order, anything she could soak up really - she wasn't particular. She just wanted to know. This room had intrigued her because not only was it well cared for, but everything seemed to have it's place. She opened a drawer full of what looked like chains and leather straps and frowned. Even if it wasn't exactly what she was hoping for, everything was interesting in its own way.
“I have to say that I would side with my brother over a prostitute…Do you consider yourself a hoe?” Lori barked out a short laugh. It hadn't been a response she was ready for. He had essentially both denied her and sided with her. The way he even phrased his question naturally turned her against the idea. Which was more than she could say for many other residents she'd met.
"A turn of phrase," she laughed, snapping closed a drawer full of what seemed to be rubbery material. "would you consider your brother Venus a pimp, philanderer, or hustler?" She was beginning to see that the owner of this room seemed to have one thing on the forefront of his mind. Not that she hadn't assumed as much with the silken sheets and mood music, but it was interesting to see the thought carried through on such a complete scale.
"I wouldn’t recommend digging through his things, but I won’t hinder you... I am curious though, are you looking for anything in particular?" I am not sure that you will find much in there, other than more than you might want to know about the owner of this room.” She laughed again. He was a funny guy. He just had this kind of... innocent inquiry about everything he said. Her eyes flashed playfully towards Mars, clad in the bathrobe atop the silken sheets. Well, maybe not innocent.
"Not really looking for anything in particular. Don't worry, I won't steal anything either, just curious." She flashed Mars a prize winning smile. "I like to know things and there is a whole lot about the red brothers that goes unsaid." She continued to poke around, though she seemed to give up on the chest of drawers and went toward the closet, unabashed at what she was doing. "This is the only room I knew of one of you. I only wanted to know more, though I'm starting to see what you mean about too much information." She flipped through the clothes, getting a sense of what may or may not actually be Venus's taste and trying to find some pattern to the women's clothing. Everything she saw compiled to help her form some idea of who Venus might be.
Lori glanced over her shoulder when Mars fiddled with the radio, finally settling on a classical station. She watched his face as he relaxed slightly. Mars, though he looked like Venus and Abyss, was an entirely different person. "Bruckner." Lori stated a bit surprised herself as the word slipped out of her mouth, identifying the composer of the orchestral piece. Her mom was a real stickler for the classics. She turned back to the clothes and settled them back as she had found them before turning and hopping in a rather child-like way, knees first, onto the bed. She bounced for a bit as she found purchase there and took a seat to the side so that she wasn't blatantly flashing him with her skirt. "So if Neptune is Abyss and Venus is the fetishist... what does that make you?"
His every response was very telling. He not only knew what he was talking about, but he was used to speaking confidently in the knowledge that he was right and that not everyone else would understand. It made Lori smile internally. Perhaps she had found the perfect brother's brain to pick. Albeit she'd stumbled upon him quite on accident, but it was looking more and more fortuitous all the time.
“I suppose that would make me the thinker?" Her lips twitched slightly at the corners as she imagined the large red man as Rodin's Thinker. 'It was an adequate descriptor for Mars,' she thought, 'thinker.'
"That’s not to say; that the others dislike learning or even that I would be without a kink or two in me." She raised a brow as his hands smoothed and adjusted her bandana. There were some quirks to him, definitely. A refined mind in a behemoth's body for one. The admission of flaws. Admirable though he was, she was interested in more than just him at the moment.
"Simply that I am much more inclined to spend a day in the library then the others. Definitely the only one to know that you would have been talking about the composer, much less that you are correct.” At that Lori made a thoughtful 'hn' sound. So he was the only one to even know that she was talking about the composer? Were they all so very different?
“How about you Charge? If someone who knew you were asked, what cloth would they say you were cut from? So far I am leaning toward bold.” Her ever expressive brows arched again. Someone who knew her? She had to stop and think about that, paying no real mind to the physical contact at her shoulder. He was probably brushing free a loose hair or something.
She tried to think of who knew her... really knew her. She had some surface friends. Those who you could call up and know you'd have a good time. There were the endless string of boys and failed relationships, many of who may not have even known her name - let alone her real name. There was her dad... ew. He'd say something fluffy and lame without putting real thought into his answer.
Lori smiled leveling her gaze at Mars again as she prepared herself to reply to his deceptively complex question. "I would have to say the answer to your query would depend on whom you asked." She hedged evasively.
"Though if I were to pick a pattern for myself it would be herringbone, I think." She nodded adding to her resolve. "You may think me bold, but it's only a precursory glance. If you were to lean in closer, you would find separate colors equally spaced and perfectly organized into a geometric pattern." She quipped... let him figure that one out.
He leaned in and squinted at her shoulder. "I am afraid those are Freckles,Dear." he nodded lightly "freckles on peach."
She wrinkled her nose but played it off quickly. "Oh you wound me, sir!" Like most girls with freckles, she hated them.
Not backing down one bit, he continued. "Perhaps, I would need a bit more time and access to throughly examine this herringbone pattern of yours." his hand found its way to rest lightly on her thigh.
Lori was a very physical person. Touching was not only natural, but comforting. What one person might think as sexual might only be her attempt at finding physical comfort. It was something that always got her into trouble. It was her own fault, though. Her mutation made anything more than touching rather tricky. Well, it hadn't been for rock boy, but never the less, Lori was a bit surprised at Mars's forwardness. Did she look that easy or was he just that lonely? Was he testing her or simply curious? Lori's eyes flicked down to his hand as she slid her hand over Mars's. The size difference was staggering. Her wolfish grin spread across her face again when she looked back up to Mars's face. "Freckles only go as far as the sun has, Tiger. You should know that without even needing a visual inspection."
Mars seemed to be relaxing more in her presence the more they spoke. She never seemed intimidated in the least and it interested Lori to see that it was he that might have been intimidated in some way by her. Either way it seemed that he was opening up little by little.
"You have other questions I'm sure, go on, I will answer you openly, for the most part." And there it was, the invitation she'd been waiting for. Lori slid closer to him as he fluffed a pillow and turned so that they were sitting on the bed, side by side. She brought her knees up and rested her arms on them, not caring that she was now flashing the closed door. As long as she wasn't flashing Mars it was okay. She sat closer than was typically polite but not necessarily touching.
"Tell me more about your other brothers?" She squinted one eye as she tried to recall the names, "Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn, and... Pluto? We've already spoken briefly about Neptune, Mars, that's you," She teasingly reminded him and poked him in chest through his black terry cloth robe, "and Venus, whose room we are currently occupying. Am I missing anyone?" She grinned trying to tastefully stay above the Uranus jokes. She no longer doubted that Mars was in fact not Venus. From what she could tell of the possessions in the room and what little she knew of the man next to her, the two did not fit.
“Of course, but I’m not interested in the freckles.” He seemed to hesitate as her eyes flicked up toward his burning with playful curiosity. But all too soon he qualified his remark “I am however intrigued by these separate colors, equally spaced and perfectly organized into a geometric pattern.”
She laughed. If Mars were cut from bolder cloth they would have made for an interesting pair. Too bad he was so shockable.
In response to her question he unloaded a bomb of information: sisters all named for various roman deities and stealthy to boot! Her jaw dropped and she suspiciously looked around as if the might all be there, watching their conversation right now. "Oh geez, there goes the neighborhood. She muttered. "and what's with all the Romano-Greek Deity stuff?"
His eyes twinkled with mirth which only made Lori a hundred fold more suspicious. “I jest.” Lori shoved him as hard as she could, which hardly budged his weight, but he would get the idea at least. "Hey! You're in a position of power here! I trusted you and there you go taking advantage of my good faith." She wrinkled her nose at him, her ire funneling into playfulness - he'd really had her going there. Even she had to admit it was funny, "you should be ashamed of yourself." She mumbled half-heartedly.
He held up his hands in some kind manner in attempts to pacify her as he began anew with the real information. “Let’s see, Mercury is at best unpredictable. He seems to take our life style a bit more harshly then the rest of us, He never seemed to readjust to it.” The moment he paused questions were already tumbling out from her brain and through her lips. "Life style? What exactly is the life style of the seven brothers? What was the adjustment? What was before this lifestyle?" She clamped her mouth shut quickly before much of anything else could escape. She didn't expect him to answer all of those, but hopefully at least some.
He went on, “Jupiter who is still quite sour over the milk incident, Her lips twitched at the corners again in a stifled smile. There was some imagery about sour milk, a big red sour puss, and crying over spilt milk that had her giggling on the inside.
"I would avoid altogether; he will be the one shooting you daggers, and true to form, he is typically the more aggressive of the bunch, more likely to hold a grudge. More inclined to deal out revenge." She nodded, thankful for the advice, but again did not seem intimidated in the least. She actually might seek out Jupiter next just to get on his good side.
"An apology might disarm that fuse quite easily," She wrinkled her nose. Apologizing wasn't her style, but she didn't have to mean it. "He doesn’t relish having enemies, but those deemed worth the title and stay there, I don’t envy them in the least.” Yep. She'd definitely need to weasel her way into Jupiter's good graces. But that could wait.
“Saturn is quite the loner, I doubt, you would get a conversation out of him and if you do it will be because you are doing all the talking," Somehow she doubted that, but she didn't bother to interrupt him. Lori had her ways. "He would be our resident pessimist. A self fulfilling one at that, He makes his own bad luck and reveals in it as unjust once he finds it. He could use a good vacation.” As much fun as it would to torment the pessimist, she knew it would be more prudent to remain neutral to good in the eyes of everyone here in the Order.
“Pluto is the social butterfly to Saturn’s Hermit. Optimistic and outgoing, He loves mischief and mayhem but is good natured and a safe bet to be making his own fun or wallowing in boredom when things aren’t going his way. That is when to be most wary of the mischief. If he looks sullen or bored he very well might be waiting for some fey trap of his to be set off.” Lori's eyebrows raised. They were all very different, but then again twins each had their own personalities... why not seven brothers? She found herself wanting to meet Pluto perhaps even before she met Jupiter. So much to do, so many people to meet... all in the same family no less...!
Mars drummed his fingers lightly on her thigh and launched a few questions of his own. “How about you, any septuplets I should know about?" She laughed. There weren't even any normal, non-multiple siblings worth mentioning -- for all purposes she was an only child. "Any Pet peeves? Or hobbies?” It seemed that he wouldn't just feed her information without a bit of reciprocation. Lori shifted to her knees and leaned over him to tug at his robe, straightening and smoothing the lapels much as he had straightened her bandana.
"If there were six more of me running around do you think I'd have time to sit and chat with you? I'm an only, single parent." She offered semi-truthfully in a helpful manner. Her fingers and eyes were busy pressing out the lapel of his robe. "My biggest pet peeve is being treated as I look, though it's often also my greatest advantage." She paused to notice the red skin peeking out between the closure of the robe. She touched the red skin lightly, chilly fingers ghosting across the skin. It seemed the pigmentation was just red. As if when they tanned it would simply bake into a more hearty brick color. "And as for .. what was the last one? hobbies?" She laughed again pressing her small palm fully against his chest now, soaking up the residual warmth from his bath. "I don't have time for hobbies... maybe you could suggest some?" She smiled, drawing him in with her eyes. "That is, after you tell me about your disappearing act?"
She let out a crisp, "Ha!" before flicking her hair back over her shoulders. "Everybody has shame. To a lesser extent or in a different degree maybe, but..." Her eyes flicked back to his, not backing down. "Everybody." She knew her shame. It was enough to make everything else seem like nothing. Maybe that was the source of her boldness?
“...If you had six more of you running around, I thinking you would be entertained by a bit of polite conversation and quiet.” Ah... she had been lured into a relatively polite conversation. Mars was just so chock full of good information!
"Are you a single parent by your own choosing? Perhaps a misjudgment in partner?” He started to give her that fragile look that she hated.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA." She pressed her palm harder against his chest, demanding his full attention and focus. Had she said that wrong or was he baiting her? "No, I don't have any kids. I was mentioning the fact that I only have one parent." She silently berated herself for even letting go of that much information. She felt it was telling in a way of how she conducted her life... She was still that much of a child if she was bothering to mention mommy or daddy at all. Lori was sure that her mother would think her a spinster at 25, but that harlot's opinion hardly mattered anymore. Lori's only family any more was her single parent: her dad.
And then he launched into a theatrical rendition of Avello/Neptune/Abyss's life. Mein Gott, it was convoluted and crazy... not only did the man himself have a million names, but the brothers were... copies. He'd chosen the word copy to describe himself. They were all different, but came from the black thing. Copies of the original.
It also explained why Abyss had seemed overtly angry at the sight of his brothers... errr... copies frying. No doubt it was a rather nasty throwback to his lab rat days. It didn't explain how he'd turned around so fast from anger to begrudged recruitment, but that was perhaps a tell of his personality. Lori sat back rather ungracefully with her knees folded underneath her, eyes unfocused as she sifted through the mounds and mounds of information he'd handed her all at once. For a time she was blissfully silent. Her hand fell slack against Mars's chest, caught and held in place by the terry cloth's V closure.
There wasn't a whole lot she could use there. A lot of interesting information, yes, but hardly the golden ticket Geo had slipped into her pocket... and yet she still had questions. Her eyes flicked to Mars's face, studying it for a moment. What was it like to be a clone? A voice in someone's head for years and years enduring what he had before finally one day being granted a body?
Instead of asking, she opened her mouth, "I feel like I should clap or something. A very riveting rendition of Avello's life," That was practically a thank you. She must have really been enjoying this little chat. "Although," She drew out the word as she mentally framed her question, "I noticed you left out some details. Like the sisters. Two sisters. Are they of little consequence or are there really two stealthers sneaking around these halls?"
She had to disagree slightly about the shame thing. It wasn't always about yourself, but Lori realized that she wouldn't be able to argue her point without revealing more of herself. It wasn't worth it really. Let him think himself
"Sleuthing?" She twitched slightly when he settled his hand at her waist. His hand went half way around her middle. "D'you think I could get paid for that?" When he dug his fingers in slightly she twitched again, futilely trying to keep her ticklish nature under wraps by controlling herself.
It was also interesting to know about the planets. She'd guessed as much since not all the deities were male, but then again she'd suspected there might be sisters to the brothers. That suspicion was first confirmed and then revealed as a... Mars dug his fingers playfully into her ribs ejecting any thoughts right out the window. Except one. She already respected Mars enough to at least try to warn him.
"Wait. I wouldn't--" She writhed suddenly in forced laughter. Well, she'd tried to warn him, now it wasn't her fault if charge began to leak from her skin when he made her loose control via the tickling.
"Wah!" She whoped and hollered, using all her feeble strength in attempts to wriggle free, shove Mars away or otherwise escape. It was for his own good as well as her own.
"You don't..." She gasped and wriggled. "I can't!" Electricity arched over her skin in blue stringy crackles, stinging and biting. She arched her back. It didn't hurt her, but one wouldn't be able to tell that by looking. If he didn't let go from this shock he had to like it rough.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight, feeling herself being shifted around as the charge built. She was actually expecting to get tossed on the ground or at least shoved away. That would have been a logical action. Instead, he hugged her close. Lori panted and grabbed at the silk sheets, trying to pull them up.
"Silk." She was slowly getting a grip on herself now that the tickling had stopped. She reluctantly rested her forehead against the swell of his shoulder. "next time... go for the silk" she gasped out between breaths. "It's a poor conductor..."
"Ouch." He exclaimed as another rebel bolt of energy flickered out at his skin.
"Like you didn't ask for it." She panted with her forehead still laying against his shoulder. Jerk. She could feel her warm breath bouncing off of his shoulder. At this close of a distance she could even smell the fresh and clean soap smell off of his skin from his earlier bath.
"ticklish, Definitely, good idea, maybe in small doses."
"What about that was a good idea?" She seemed to be catching her breath now and if she hadn't buried her face against his arm she'd probably be glaring at him.
Mars muttered absently about forgetting about silk as he pulled the outer sheet around them both. Static was drawn immediately as the smooth material slithered across her skin. She was going to have to rebuild some charge before long. Definitely before she went to sleep or attempted anything else that might cause her to discharge... and sitting this close to Mars didn't make her feel any less inclined to think of reasons to spend some charge.
"If that is what happens when you are tickled, how do you manage to...." He began carefully, pausing long enough for her to draw her face away from his shoulder and look up to his face. "have sex?" A coy smile turned up her lips.
"Wouldn't you like to find out?" She laughed a bit harshly and shook her head before actually answering his question. Of course he did. She could feel that much. It wasn't nice to tease... but then again she wasn't always the nicest girl. "An extra measure of charge so I won't run out of gas, some self control, patience, a rubber, and a heaping measure of care or a partner who really likes pain." And then as an after thought, "and no piercings. That's typically too distracting."
Lori settled more comfortably into the close confines, sliding her arms around his back beneath the robe so that they were not separating them anymore. "At least you started the inquiry with sex rather than urination or showering." She laughed again thinking it funny. "and before you ask... the first isn't an issue and for personal hygiene: natural sponges, rubber kitchen gloves, and i wash wash my hair in the sink. Only the scalp will discharge electricity. I'm doing better to even be able to do that."
It was his turn to show rapt attention and keen focus on the words she spoke. He slid his hands underneath her shirt and they rested along her ribs, fingers nearly touching around her whole body. As she imagined on she upon first meeting the group of brothers, Lori now wondered how easy it would be for him to squish her. Just squeeze the living day light out of her like a toothpaste tube. Tt the very least, she at least imagined revenge from the grave as her body would be a bother to clean up if destroyed in that way.
She felt him hesitate and rightly so. They were at the tipping point. If they went further... well, she knew what would happen on her end at least. But what would Geo think? She blinked away that thought. Since when did she care what Geo thought? She'd decided to stay neutral to good with all residents and this kind of thing typically landed one into neutral to ... whore. Hadn't they covered that already? That was a bad thing. And if they stopped now what would it bee like when she next saw Mars? She shook her head clearing away the errant thought. Future? Since when had she worried about that?
She sighed and leaned forward so her forehead lay against his chest again. Lori relished the skin contact, but they were both too smart for this. She was still at the tipping point, waiting for a bolder Mars... or a better excuse.
She waited patiently as his hands did the talking, unhooking her dainty under garment and the other found its way to the front of her skirt.
The door to the hallway burst open, followed by a "Whoa, Venus! sorry, I thought you were out, broke your doorknob, have fun. bye." slam
Mars sighed and it was just the straw that broke the camels back. Lori threw her head back and laughed a good hearty laugh that echoed around the room. She retracted her hands from around his torso, but it was only to pull at the collar of her shirt to pull it up and over her head. All her hesitation had gone out the open doorway. Laughter and something darker was twinkling in her eyes now. Her mind had shut off, from here on out it was all instinct.
"I don't supose you'd pretend that didn't happen?"
"I'll do you one better." She tossed the shirt aside, but left the bandana at her neck, aggressively moving closer to push Mars onto his back making him take, at least for now, the more submissive role. "I'll make you forget it ever happened." She kissed him then in a way that was highly appropriate given the circumstances and ever so wicked.
Lori lay in a pool of her own hair, eyes tentatively closed as she focused on her breathing. She carefully tensed and untensed her muscles as she tested how sore and tired she might be tomorrow. She felt a rather predatory smile spread across her face as she relaxed. So worth it. Though she'd discharged quite a bit more energy today than she was expecting. She needed to get moving...
Mars shifted next to her and she had to bite back a groan, her smile smoothed into nothingness. Lori tried to keep her face impassive and to keep her eyebrows unbunched. She knew what was coming. They all did it. Maybe now, maybe later, but it was coming. Definition. What just Happened? Can we try that again? Can I keep you? When can I see you again? Will you marry me? She'd probably heard them all. She steeled herself internally, waiting for the questions. He touched her hair lightly, silent for now as he drew her in closer to his body.
He remained quiet for a surprising amount of time and Lori became curious enough to crack an eyelid to look up at his face. He leaned down to her collar bone and gave her a few light kisses. It was enough to make her smile softly and sigh.
She opened her clear blue eyes and watched as he studied her before he seemingly collapsed next to her becoming relaxed again. "Can I help you with something, Mars?" She rolled lazily to her side and scooted as close as he would let her, pulling his arm to drape across the smooth skin of her waist. She nestled her face into his shoulder as she had earlier. Lori was hiding her face so she didn't have to keep her features carefully neutral. She knew it would depend on the question... and the questions were coming... she'd just invited them. It was better to get this over with sooner rather than later. Then she'd know whether she'd need to make herself scarce for a few days.