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.
>>>¨ well I have trouble deciding which part should I use for a song, the song consists of three parts. i decided the first and last part but the medium is a bit confusing. I have two options but i dont know what part i should choose”
“I'll help you, if you need it! I'd like to look at your song. Songs are kind of like poetry.” Katrina didn't read a lot of poetry, but she liked what she had read. It was the only style of writing that seemed to throw all the rules out the window. It could rhyme if it wanted to, but it didn't have to. Punctuation was unnecessary, as were complete sentences. Poets were able to use words, strung together seemingly at random, to paint pictures in a person's mind. The effect was kind of like an illusion, but more permanent. Anyone could come along and read the poem even centuries after the poet had written it and the word pictures would still be there, ready to etch themselves upon the reader's imagination.
>>>“ ... if we have enought time we can go to visit Cielle and Takumi. if you want to meet with they . Cielle will become very happy to meet you. ¨
Katrina skipped and hopped the next two steps. “That would be really cool. I'd love to meet your other friends, too. And find out what it is you're doing when you're not going to class. It certainly seems more exciting that sitting through lectures and taking notes.” Though it sounded like more fun, it wasn't something Katrina could ever bring herself to do. School seemed to her like the ticket to a happy life later on. If she could learn everything that the school could teach her, she would be prepared to find a job and be able to help people with the money she earned. She couldn't help but frown disapprovingly at Fausto's next sentence, about cheating on homework.
His point about never knowing what would happen next did make a lot of sense to her. After all, if she were to die tomorrow, would she have wanted to spend her last night doing math homework? Then again, if she didn't die tomorrow, would she wish that she had when the time came to turn in that math homework? Continuing on was more likely than a sudden end, it seemed. After all, she hadn't died yet so she probably would still be alive tomorrow. She had to look forward to the future, or there was no point in doing anything. She had no interest in sitting around waiting until the end of the world. She wanted to be doing things, growing up, looking forward to what was ahead as well as enjoying the current time.
>>>“... the truth is that I do not like to think far into the future ... the future is uncertain, the past no longer exists. The only thing we have left is to live in an eternal present. nice phrase, right? I do not remember who said it but it was someone famous ...”
“Hmm,” They had reached the door of her room finally. Katrina was still musing about eternal presents as she opened the door for the boy carrying the heavy backpack. Her bedroom was presentable right now, even though it wasn't completely clean. At least, there weren't any undergarments lying around. She had learned to keep those in the closet as opposed to on the floor or under the bed.
>>>¨well, we are here .. do you want me to stay here while you let your stuff? dont take a long time please , you know that I dont like to wait ¨
“All I need is a jacket and a hat. It's still too cold outside for my taste.” Moments later she was dressed and ready to go. “I'm ready for an adventure! If I die tomorrow I'll be glad that I spent my last afternoon hanging out with you. If I don't die, it will be a fun memory when I am all grown up. So there.” Katrina stuck her tongue out at him. Who said she couldn't believe in both sides of that argument? She could enjoy the present and prepare for the future at the same time if she wanted to.
“Let's go!” Katrina grabbed Fausto's hand and pulled him out of her room, toward the staircase, and ultimately toward the front door. She paused at the top of the stairs, “Where are we going, again?”
Posted by faustomartense on Mar 25, 2009 11:19:45 GMT -6
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Fortunately Katrina was quick to leave the bag, she just go to look for a jacket and a hat. and before he realized they were at the door of the mansion. Since Kat told him that If she die tomorrow she will be glad to spent her last afternoon hanging out with him Fausto couldn't pay attention to anything else, he was totally red and leave her to drag him like a comet all the way to the entrance. what wanted her to say with that sentence? why he was looking for another meaning all the time ? they were just friends. the child didn't leave his trance until kat spoke again. they were already behind the main gate of the mansion. "Where are we going, again?" she said .for an answer the child smiled with joy, they would go to the hotel where his band mates were . Fausto lifted a hand toward the street as if to stop a invisible cab cuz there wasn't any car passing and said in a voice higher than the needed ¨we are going to central park¨ almost instantly a car turned in the closer corner and went over to where they were ,stopping at their side. the glasses hidden softly in the door , a man approximately 30 years old greeted they vigorously by his hand. ¨ Hi Fausto! how are you ? ¨ the man's voice sounded tired but he was happy to see him again. ¨ fine . every time you arrived faster than the previous one. ¨ the car was not a very new, nor was an old car. it was easy to guess or noticed that the driver did a great effort to keep it in condition. The child opened the back door for kat to board , he also was happy to see him again. the last time he saw him was when he returned to the mansion wounded ... once his passengers boarded the driver turn on the engine ,he didn't need to ask where they wanted to go but he did anyway. Fausto answered to that question with an enigmatic phrase that would not report any driver any useful data. ¨ we are heading the headquarters of Corrosive Revolution ¨ obviously the driver did not know exactly what was that he was talking about but a short glimpse into his mind provided the necessary information. they were heading towards a luxury hotel in central park. he knew it ,he had spent thousands of times over there. the driver seemed not to want the silence creeps into his car , just when Fausto ended saying where they wanted to go the cab driver asked something uncomfortable to the child ¨ is her the girl you talked about ? ¨ yes , she was. and the driver already knew it , he also knew his name and he did not need to check the child's mind to realize that . His face was completely red. ¨ yes Arthur. Katrina is a great friend, she helped me a lot of times and I'd like to help her now . we are going to meet with the band. I do not think we should have a practices but we can try with something funy like the karaoke machine ... I would like to hear her singing. ¨ the child was not expecting such a questions, why Arthur was so talkative? he never talked so much, he was always listening while Fausto was the one in charge of fighting the silence.
>>>¨We are going to central park,¨ Fausto announced as soon as they were standing outside by the curb. Katrina wasn't sure who he was talking to in such a loud voice, because it sounded like he was calling to someone other than her. Her questions was answered before she even had a chance to ask it. Within seconds, a taxi cab sped around the corner and came to a stop right in front of them. It was almost like magic, or perhaps, as was more likely in their own world, a special mutation that helped the taxi driver know exactly where to go to pick up riders.
The cabby knew Fausto, and called him by name. Their bantering back and forth led her to believe that they had driven together many times before. He even knew about Katrina, it would seem; after they were already seated in the back the cab driver talking about her, too. Just a hint of pink crept up into Katrina's cheeks as she realized the Fausto talked about her to his friends.
>>>¨Yes Arthur. Katrina is a great friend, she helped me a lot of times and I'd like to help her now. We are going to meet with the band. I do not think we should have a practices but we can try with something funy like the karaoke machine ... I would like to hear her singing.¨
“Ooh, I've only ever gotten to sing karaoke once before,” Katrina bounced on her seat, but not too high because her seatbelt held her down. "I usually play oboe when I make music, but I like to sing as well. I don't know if I am any good, but it is fun."
It wasn't a very long ride to the headquarters of “Corrosive Revolution”, which Katrina was assuming was the name of the band. She hadn't ever heard him actually say it was the band name, but it sounded like a good name for a band to her. It seemed like almost no time before they pulled to a stop once again.
On one side of the street was Central Park. It was still chilly and the were still small patches of snow on the grass that hadn't melted away yet, but the park was still beautiful. There was something about a patch of nature managing to hold its own against the city and survive despite the shadows of buildings being cast over them that made it inherently beautiful. On the other side of the street where the cab driver was letting the out was a hotel. From the outside, it didn't look very big compared to the tall skyscrapers that surrounded it. It was clean, though, and a bellhop in a fancy uniform stood at the door ready to help customers with luggage or to help hail a cab for them. She and Fausto didn't need a cab or help with bags, though, so he just smiled knowingly at the pair and tipped his cap to them as they made their way through the big rotating glass door into the lobby.
The lobby took Katrina's breath away. She had seen some pretty fancy hotels before. She had even stayed in some of them when the whole family had traveled with her father on business trips. She hadn't ever seen anything like this, though. There were all the normal things one would expect to be able to find in a hotel, except every one of those things was twice as fancy as usual. Everything was gold and silver with blue accents. The centerpiece grabbed Katrina's attention the most, though. To either side of the giant lobby two grand staircases wrapped around the room and met in the center one floor up. From the point where they met, a waterfall sent water splashing into a big pool in the center of the lobby. Two peacocks wandered near the edge of the pool. Their brilliant cobalt plumage reflected like tiny sapphires that danced across the ripples caused by the falling water.
Katrina could hardly take her eyes off it. Fausto could lead her wherever he wanted, and Katrina would follow, still in awe of the spectacle she had seen in the lobby and replaying it in her head over and over. She didn't want to forget any of the details.
“Wow. I didn't know we lived so close to a place that was so fancy. I can't believe that anyone could actually afford to stay here. It must be really expensive.”
Posted by faustomartense on Apr 11, 2009 0:10:23 GMT -6
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The boy practically guided Katrina as his blind man faithful guide, she was too busy in contemplation of the things that money can do . all the luxury there was wonderfull , it was shown in every detail from the clean floor made of marble that shine like a mirror , to the receptionist's desk made entirely of wood, probably oak or any wood strong and durable. But all this luxury generates a rejection on the child. How many children die of hunger in the world? and this hotel was practically bathed in gold. How many children can eat or improve their education, if the hotel was sold out for them? Fausto shook her head trying to get those ideas away from his head or the sadness and distress generated would end to eat all its joy like a snack.
¨ Good evenning Mr. Martense ¨ said the receptionist as he handed the ¨keys ¨ to him but it wasnt a real key because it was not common .it was a magnetic card key with a tag , in one side was writen his name and in the other the number of the room . The child had visited his friends that so many times that the hotel staff had been informed that he should be treated with respect and he had free access to room number 15.
From the stairs that lead to the first and second floors and reach each room ,the way was traveled by a crimson carpet with golden details. the carpet looked even more comfortable than the beds of the mansion, he wanted to take off his shoes and walk barefoot through the beautiful, clean and soft carpet but a glance at what surrounded them was enough to overturn that desire. The doors of the rooms looked really solid, it had a small and discreet card reader in the frame. what made think that after each door could be found a little bunker ready to be used for any threat of nuclear war. but unlike that every room was too full of luxury, some even had a replica of the fountain of the reception.
When they were passing in front of one of the rooms on the first floor Fausto touched three times the bell of one of them almost without stop walking towards the end of the hall. when they were about two rooms away, the door opened wide. a recently raised Takumi waves them with the hand, even though he could not focus well yet he only said hello and that he would be ready in a few minutes, he recently get up from his usual nap . without giving them time to say something more the door closed.
In the solid door they heared the noise of the lock when it open. the card reader light blink again with a triumphant green that confirmated what they had already heard, the door was open. Cielle 's room was so or more luxurious than the rest of the hotel rooms, the curtains,the lamps, the smalls carpets with cool designs , the glasses on the shelves,the chairs. everything in that room was worthy of a king or a queen in this case. It was not a mystery why Cielle had the best room just for her, and as if that were not enough it was customized at her will . his father was the owner of this major chain hotels , the Velfont Hotels . the mystery that was so uncomfortable for him was why Cielle had decided to flee from her home to live in a hotel of his father. According to her , she did not want to continue depending on this father or in the link she was developing for his money but then why did she agree to accept him to pay all her things ? he was financing practically all the band. in fact it could not be called room, but rather was an apartment. They found Cielle in her room talking on the phone. she smiled when she see them, ¨can I change the order again? ¨ a sigh that they could not hear answered her at the other side of the phone. ¨ then want to double what i asked before ¨ Ciella was doing what she likes, call to room service, she always asked many sweets, cakes of so many different flavors and sizes.
Cielle quickly realized who could be the girl that was accompanying his ¨little brother ¨ so she tried not to seem so obvious that he had talked about her a lot . she greeted Fausto just as always with a hug and gave a handshake to the girl. ¨ Hello. Nice to meet you, my name is Cielle. ¨ she spoke very nicely at the same Takumi entered in the department. he was even a little sleep . ¨ Hello. welcome to our headquarter¨ Takumi spoke calm and lazy as ever. to say more than a sentence each time he opened his mouth is a loss of energy to him.
The hotel was like a palace, and Fausto lead her through it as if he owned the whole place. He knew right where to go and the hotel staff knew just what to do. They even had a key ready to hand to him on the way to the elevator. Like clockwork, the young lead singer made his way down the hall, and with a practiced hand roused a sleeping guitarist on his way past. Like someone who had done it dozens of times before, he effortlessly located the card reader and swiped the key grating them access to room fifteen.
The inside of the apartment was every bit as lavish as the lobby of the hotel had been. There were plush leather armchairs circled around the dual display of an ornate fireplace with a large flat screen television hanging above the mantle. In another corner of the room sat a full sized grand piano. The lid was down and an english ivy spread its tendrils across the top. Both the piano and the plant were dusty.
Less dusty were the drum set, guitar, speakers, and microphone that sat ready to be used next to the window. In all likelihood, this was where the band practiced. Katrina wondered if the people staying in the rooms below or above could hear the music, or whether the plush hotel was insulated enough that even the sound of a rock band could be muffled by the walls.
Best of all, to Katrina were the windows. The ceiling was tall enough that she could have sat on Abyss' shoulders and just barely been able to touch the ceiling. The windows were floor to ceiling windows that spanned the entire height. Outside was a gorgeous view of Central Park and the surrounding buildings. “Wow,” Katrina whispered to herself. It was amazing that in a room full of expensive things her favorite would be the free view.
The girl that had been sitting sprawled in one of the chairs as she spoke on the phone finished her call to order enough food for the party, then came to greet them.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Katrina shook her hand and smiled. A sleepy boy came up behind them, waving and mumbling. Katrina waved back to him too with a grin. For a group that was going to be a famous band, they all seemed so normal. Though, Cielle already seemed to be comfortable with the rich part of the rich and famous deal.
“So, this is where you write your music and practice your songs? It's really cool. I could see why Fausto would want to skip school and hang out here instead.”
Posted by faustomartense on Apr 27, 2009 22:21:45 GMT -6
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¨ Takumi show her the Karaoke please ¨ Cielle asked Takumi in a sweet but authoritative way , she was not a woman who easily accept ¨No¨ for an answer. and if anyone dared to, he would have to feel the consequences. the half asleep teenager replied almost without opening his mouth "what karate? i do not karate. i hate to that people think that i know some oriental fighter style only because I am japanese, that makes no sense ... ¨ She sighed, it was always the same when he got up, his blood pressure was low and the blood seemed to spent longer than normal to reach the brain. Without much patience she utter the word again. ¨ ka-ra-o-ke ¨ she gave a killer look to him that made him wake up a little more , he turned around and walked towards one of the rooms ¨ Sorry ... Well Follow me Katherine ¨ he said while they entered the new room ¨ Katrina ¨ Fausto whispered to the still puzzled guitarist when he passed at his side .
The room was not as big as the rest , it was rather small but big enough to contain some beautiful and comfortable couch with a velvet cover. both were of a color between violet and blue. reaching almost black. in the middle, between the two couch that had been at odds with a small glass table with a strange metal legs that appeared two huge C's. although there was nothing on it, but in a while all the things that Cielle requested would come . That table seems so fragile and dangerous located in a place where Takumi could easily fall. Takumi dropped his body on the couch while Cielle turned on the karaoke machine.it was not a very big machine, it seemed a great device filled of super technological but there was no place to put a CD. a cable transmitted the data from a small computer to the machine. the yellow lightning , Takumi, this time was a little more woke up with the eyes wide opened he looked to Katrina that was sitting in the couch opposites from the one he was ¨Ka ... ¨ Fausto crossed his fingers for a second that was eternal and whispered her name a couple of times with the hope that Takumi reminded her name . ¨. Katrina-chan do you want to sing the first song? you can pick it up from the list or you can let the computer choose one for you. there are a lot of songs. ¨
Fausto liked to let the computer and its ¨randomize ¨ in charge of the choice of the song . Sometimes he was luck and it really choose themes he liked, other times he had to sang that were so old that nobody here knew it. Takumi and Cielle preferred to choose songs according to their mood, sometimes they picked Romantic , other rock and some others ballads. Both of them liked the two duos they made .it was very fun to hear them sing . they were not bad singers but inexpressive voice of Takumi and the crazy dance steps rom Cielle worked in a very incredible level at the time r.
The two microphones with the adjustable foot was neatly arranged in one corner of the room. Like the speakers who were on the machines were not enough, the karaoke also had some small but powerful speakers scattered throughout the room. Karaoke, the body was a cube rather larger than the table in height at the bottom had a group of speakers, a little further up was the equalizer, volume level and a basic controls , most of the functions could be performed from the remote control but was much easier to give orders through the computer . a melody began to sound in the room , it was not a well-known songs, at least not for the boy. the sound was soft but filled the place gently bellow the voices of those present. you could talk quietly in the couch while the singer or singers enjoyed singing for their audience.
Katrina nodded, at little nervous to go first and sing in front of these three who were professional musicians. She was a musician, too, but her instrument was the oboe and it was impossible to sing and play at the same time. Her singing was a little out of practice except for what she did in the shower. Nevertheless, she would be brave.
She stepped up to the microphone and let the machine pick a random song for her. The song was Pinball Wizard by the Who. The words appeared on the little screen and changed color when she was supposed to sing that particular word. Since she didn't recognize the title of the song, she selected the easy mode which had the voice of the real singer very quietly in the background do she could hear the melody.
She was ready. She winked at Fausto and mouthed, “Here goes.”
After a few seconds of quiet an introduction to the song began playing, then the lyrics appeared. Katrina did her best to keep up and used her intuition to guess what the next notes in the melody would be, sometimes guessing wrong but usually getting close.
Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball
Wait, what? Was that really how the song went? Katrina couldn't review the lyrics because the song was moving along too quickly. The old words had already faded and new ones had appeared.
He stands like a statue Becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers Always playing clean He plays by intuition The digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball
By this time Katrina couldn't sing any more. She was too busy laughing. The computer had chosen the strangest song it could possibly have in its track list for her to sing. It was silly! How could a deaf and blind kind play pinball? Was he a pinball psychic mutant or something? As she laughed, the song rolled on without her.
He ain't got no distractions Can't hear those buzzers and bells Don't see lights a flashin' Plays by sense of smell Always gets a replay Never tilts at all That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball
The song just got more ridiculous as it went on. Katrina was laughing so hard she had to sit down before she fell. The song finished and she got up, her sides still sore from all the laughter, and she scampered to a seat on the couch close to Fausto.
With a silly smile still on her face she leaned over towards him, “I think I didn't do so hot on that one. It was too crazy of a song, I suppose. Someone else should go next.”
Posted by faustomartense on Jul 7, 2009 11:56:12 GMT -6
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Fausto laughed a lot , not cause of Katrina, but he laughed for the funny of the situation. she had done quite well but had no luck with the song. He was the lucky one or that was what he believed while he moved towards the machine to choose a song or to press the random button so necessary for the child that loved randomness so much. without it he would take hours before being able to choose one song or another, there were so many that he liked , but if he continue singing the same song always it would lost that magic touch. He quickly hit the button, some lights were lit and changes color when the song was chosen automatically. Colored words appeared on the screen showing the song title I ' ve Got A Crush On You while the music began to ring gently with the melodious voice of the master Frank Sinatra, a little lower than usual so he could continue the song with more ease.
How glad the many millions of Annabelle and Lillians Would be to capture me ¨ all want a piece of me .¨ But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance I fell and it was swell
His voice jumped in the song avoiding some parts to make a comment and between laughs he tried to caught the song but the babble of laughter made the task a little more complicated.
I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo ¨ am I? i believed i was Fausto ... well, Call me Romeo now ...¨ How I won you I shall never never know It's not that you're attractive "aren't you ? this guy must be blind ¨ But, oh, my heart grew active When you came into view ¨Very True ¨
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie ¨ who put this song on the list?¨ All the day and night-time give me sigh I never had the least notion that I could fall with so much emotion ¨ i surely used a lot of lotion¨
Could you coo ¨ like a Coo Coo? wasn't that bird extinct? ¨could you care For a cottage we could share Cunning The world will pardon my mush 'Cause I have got a crush on you
The song followed by one more stanza but he did not pay much attention, he was busy laughing for his performance and the funny of the song. Takumi progressed towards the machine, more conservative than the rest he chose a song from the list, a song that neither of them understood as it was in Japanese and only some parts were in English. There were few times that Takumi talked about his origins, but this was one of those limited occasions. Lost Heaven (hear1.04) sounded in the room lamenting the loss things , which was never going to achieve. The beautiful Cielle took his place. she chose a song from the many that were there. the song did not match with the punk rock image she always showed, that bad girl attitude was the opposite of her . she was much more sweet, soft and conservative than what his radical image could suggest . while his sweet voice interpreted Snake Eater with much accuracy, the staff of the hotel room filled with two little cart fulled with luxurious food . Exotic and classic cakes with lots of cookies of different shapes and flavors .
Katrina laughed along with Fausto as he sang his song. He had no more luck than she did with weird random songs. This one was all about a Romeo who had a crush, but Fausto's lyrics made a song that was only mediocre in Katrina's opinion into one that was at least humorous. When it ended, she applauded just as she would have at the end of one of the band's regular songs at a concert: she was an enthusiastic fan girl. To her, it seemed like everyone was a better singer than she was.
She also clapped for Takumi and Cielle's performances. They either had better luck with songs than the two younger children, or they selected ones they knew would sound great with their voices and their styles. Both of them had beautiful voices and it was easy to see that they were both very musically talented.
Amidst the final notes of the beautiful drummer's solo, hotel attendants arrived with two carts full of treats. Katrina couldn't believe that all that food was meant for only four people.
“Wow.” She hadn't realized until that very moment how hungry she was. Her stomach growled outloud at the delicious smells that wafted from the cart. Some of those treats had to have been freshly baked and must be still warm or they wouldn't still smell so much.
“Th-thank you Cielle, you are much too generous,” she managed to stutter out. Then, wanting to be helpful she added, “I'll go get plates and forks.” It was the least she could to do contribute something to the amazing meal that the older girl was providing for them. Katrina scampered enthusiastically to the kitchen area and took four plates out of the clear glass cupboard. She found silverware in the fourth drawer she guessed. Within a few minutes she was back and found that Cielle and Takumi had already set the food out on the low table and taken their seats, one on each side of the square, leaving the others two sides for Fausto and herself. Katrina grinned as she set the plates and forks down in front of the four places.
“Ta da! Now, where should we start,” she asked, eying a tall white cake with red drizzled over the sides.