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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
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If time did not heal all things, it at least allowed for them to be swept under the rug. Rebecca was... well, not "fine," but she was surviving. The breakup with Whatshername (which was the only thing Rebecca allowed herself to call her ex out of protest) was in her past, and she was trying to become stronger.
Becoming stronger involved a bold redesign of her general fashion sense and shy mannerisms. Maybe it was cheap or shallow, but Rebecca was finding it easier to be confident and desirable when men and women looked at her and liked what they saw. It was not a drastic change, but the shirts were cut a little lower and the jeans hugged her thighs a little tighter.
Rebecca was even becoming more open to new activities she never would have dreamed of before, which explained why she was talked into a cosplay fashion show. It was a charity event run by the people involved with the New York Conventions, and Lexi forced Rebecca into a pact by signing them both up.
The show was not only a demonstration, but a competition with a panel of judges, and the build up over a week was fostering a spirit of competition between the girls. Rebecca was not vain... but she hated to lose.
The Scot's strategy for victory involved a nice blonde wig and an outfit that she would have never looked twice at three months before. Her makeup hid her blushing cheeks, but there was an admitted swell of confidence in showing off the fruits of her rigorous training. It was revealing, but she knew she was hot stuff across the stage.
In the middle of a Juilliard performance room, the one she had many classes in, Agnes Nicholas sighed as she looked around at all the empty tables and chairs. She preferred solitude today since it was a particularly bad day after her break up.
She had a dream last night, more like a memory turned into a dream, of one of the last times she was with Rebecca. They were walking near a glassy pond, much like the one they visited when she went to Scotland with her. In the warm night air they made love next to the water’s edge and though their skin basked in the glow of moonlight, neither felt any shame in the action. Afterward, nestled in the warmth of one another, she could hear Rebecca whispering “I love you.” Agnes could feel herself smile in the dream and she was sure she must have done it while sleeping as well. It was sweet. But it was also a rude awakening to say the least.
Just thinking about that dream brought a tear to her eye. Deep down she knew that things between her and the redhead were over but for whatever reason her mind, both awake and sleeping, wanted to torture her. Could it be because she never actually faced the idea of really being separate from her? That she never really had that cathartic release? Possible.
That was why she found an empty music room. Her violin needed to cry for her today.
Walking down the arena-style seating and towards the center of the empty room, Agnes held her violin case in hand. Most classes were done and people were prepping to head out. Felicia had tried to get her to go to some costumed charity event, but Agnes’ wasn’t in the mood to ogle scantily women on a stage. She really wanted to be by herself.
Agnes, removing her hand from her dark, jean pocket, gently ran her fingers over a smooth table at the very center of the room. Gently she set her case upon it and flicked it open. Her old, red-faded violin gleamed at her. With a small smile she carefully lifted it up, pressed it against her chin, and removed the bow from the case as well. Her wing fluttered in anticipation of the coming music.
With a breath, Agnes closed her eyes and gently began to run the bow across the strings, articulating a sad piece of music in which she could say her goodbyes to Rebecca. It was about time…
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Rebecca entered the dressing room comparably late. Rebecca had some friends, coworkers, and classmates in the crowd, so she went out and spent some time socializing. She could feel eyes glancing her way, some respectfully and others less so, but she did her best to shrug it off. She had every right to flaunt and strut, and how other people reacted was there own thing, she told the self-conscious voice in the corner of her mind.
By the time she reached the back room to change out of her costume, the rest of the contestants had come, changed, and went on their merry way. Rebecca found the corner of the room where she left her duffel bag and grabbed a water bottle. All the excitement and nervousness of being on display left Rebecca with one hell of a thirst.
"You're still here, Becky?"
Rebecca cringed at the sound of Lexi's voice. It was already filled with smug satisfaction. Sure, Rebecca knew when they signed up that her odds of beating Lexi were not great. Lexi had spent time on the Con circuit for years as an enthusiast and sometimes as an official booth babe. Rebecca was still in her "rookie year," so it would have been an upset for her to overthrow Lexi and her overwhelming experience.
There were plenty of things about Lexi that were overwhelming.
"Yeah, Ah am," she replied flatly.
"Aww, don't be like that. You look cute in your silver sash!"
Rebecca took a deep swig of her water bottle in an attempt to bring it to empty so she could toss it at her coworker. "And your sash covers up more than you're costume."
Lexi walked past a clothing rack and ducked just in time to avoid the bottle. Rebecca glared at the girl and her winning costume. Lexi certainly knew how to play to her strengths. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle scantily-clad," she teased, even if the idiom hovered harmlessly over her head.
Rebecca turned to face the mirror, cleaning off her makeup. "Ah still say that constitutes cheating." The fake-blonde was just bitter after losing to the fake-redhead. Even she realized that Lexi pulled off her costume well for reasons other than her set of showstoppers.
Lexi had a degree of confidence Rebecca almost could not fathom. When they originally met, Rebecca was almost scared by how forward the girl was. She remembered asking Akshay why Lexi did not have a boyfriend (or girlfriend.) She was pretty, confident, and was certainly no stranger to affection. It was explained to her that Lexi "didn't believe" in relationships.
The idea perplexed her at the time. Initially, she found it difficult not to judge Lexi. Still, after everything that happened, Rebecca's faith in relationships was not exactly running on all cylinders.
After Budapest, Rebecca found herself wondering... maybe the bombastic blonde was on to something.
Agnes could feel the tear running down the corner of her eye. The music that she played wrapped around her and she could almost feel her sadness for the way things ended with Rebecca being siphoned away. There was no way that this was going to cure all of her sadness, but it was at least a damn good start. She had been doing so good lately! Learning to drive, getting a new job, doing well in classes and making friends, the last thing she wanted was a reminder of how bad things in her life had gotten before she attained all of that.
She poured all of it, every drop she could, into the music around her. Her violin wailed and sang sweetly, attempting to take her sadness as far away from her as possible. If Agnes could see music as it was being played, she probably would have watched as intangible hands carried away her tears out through the walls of the room around her. She would have been only too grateful to see it. Instead, she played and played until finally she felt as if her song could end.
With a final pull of the bow, Agnes almost felt her knees go weak from issuing out that last note. In silence she felt exhausted as sadness left, leaving only the void within her. Eventually she would feel better, but for now, maybe it was best to just accept this sensation.
Her wings twitching, Agnes fluttered them briefly before she opened her eyes. She was about to return her violin to its case when she caught the sight of something blonde out of the corner of her eye. Caught off guard, she turned to find, of all people…
“Carol?” Agnes asked in surprise. Carol, her dance major roommate who had been nothing but a complete ice queen to her, was sitting in a desk, by herself, watching Agnes. The insect queen had to wonder exactly the young woman had been there.
“You play…good…” Carol said, dabbing the corner of her eye with a tissue.
Agnes, suspicious, arched a brow. That was probably the only nice thing the woman had said to her since she moved in. What was going on?
With an elegant gesture, Carol slipped out of her seat, stuffing her hands in her very tightly jeans and contoured to the dancers shapely curves. She was thin, almost thinner than Agnes, but all her muscles were very defined. It was to the point that even Agnes, who didn’t care for the woman, had to admit she was impressed by.
“Um…thanks,” Agnes muttered as she slipped her violin back into the case. “What’re you—“
“Was that for her?” Carol asked, slowly closing the distance between them.
“Her who?”
“You know,” Carol said, stopping only a few feet from Agnes. “The redheaded bitch who dumped you.”
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Rebecca watched in the mirror as Lexi approached her from behind. There was nothing shocking about the hug that was coming, so Rebecca did nothing to fight against it. Tan arms wrapped around under Rebecca's arms and squeezed her chest as a significantly larger chest pressed against her back. "Oh, don't be pouty. Second place is fantastic."
Rebecca wanted to be mad, but it was a pretty nice accomplishment, and Lexi did give her a little help putting together the costume. "Oh, fine. Ah guess it was fun..." Rebecca poked a cluster of freckles on her side. "Maybe Ah would have had a better chance if Ah wasnae th' most marked-up Ice Queen ever."
Lexi furrowed her brow, thunking Rebecca on the top of the head with her chin. Before Rebecca could "ow" or object, she was already being scolded. "Oh shut it, you're the sexiest girlie to dare to wear an outfit like that."
The hug tightened in confirmation before Lexi finally released Rebecca. "Besides, I'm impressed. I never would have expected you to do something like this."
The Scot smiled, more than happy to accept the praise. It was not an easy transformation to undergo, and it was nice to be respected for it. "Ah've jist been working on becoming a 'new me' Ah suppose."
Lexi pulled away her red wig and peeled off the wig cap underneath. "Well, new Becky is gutsy, and I like that." She patted Rebecca's shoulder. "Just don't forget how great old Becky is."
Rebecca replied with a half-hearted, "Yeah, yeah," but was she really? Was Old Rebecca so great? She was timid, lacked confidence, and was not able to express how she really felt to--
Carefully tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she ignored Carol’s question. Let’s forget the fact that was bold and to the point and extremely rude, it was just something that Agnes didn’t want to talk about. She came down here in the hopes of getting away from such a topic and yet here comes Carol trying to dredge it up all over again. Agnes simply was not having it. She didn’t want to discuss this, much less with someone like Carol.
Turning back to her case, Agnes did her best to ignore the dancer. She could feel her still in the room, still standing behind her, watching her with those large eyes that Agnes had grown to despise so much. She couldn’t wait for the year to be up so that she could get a different roommate or move out completely.
“You know…she was stupid, right?” Carol suddenly interjected.
Agnes closed her eyes and kept working on packing up her belongings.
“I mean, yeah you’re a freak and all that, but still, the way she dumped your butt was just harsh,” Carol said with a shake of her head. “Freaks should stick together, you kno—“
“Just shut up, Carol, please?” Agnes said with a little growl. She glanced at the dancer over her shoulder and saw that the woman tilted her head a bit in confusion. Maybe she just didn’t understand what she did wrong or maybe she was just that cold-hearted that she didn’t get it, but Agnes was not in the mood to deal with her. “Is that all you came for? To make fun?”
With a huff, Agnes finally finished putting her bow back into the case. Damn Carol distracted her far too much. She had just closed the case when something strange happened—she felt arms wrapping around her. Agnes immediately stiffened, unsure of what was happening and wanted to scream but as the arms grew tighter around her midsection…she realized that she was being hugged! One glance down at the pale arms that circled around her and she further realized that Carol was hugging her.
Really just too weirded out to know what to do, Agnes did nothing. Remaining still, frozen as if Carol’s eyesight were based on movement, she waited for the young woman to finally pry herself away from— Sniff
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There was a moment of silence, not because things were sad or awkward, but because Lexi's question caught Rebecca so off-guard, she was initially speechless. Not sure how to reply, she tried to shrug the concern off. "Yeah, acourse. Why wouldnae Ah be?"
Rebecca pulled away her own wig, curious about Lexi's reply, and the buxom beauty did not disappoint. "Becky... there's nothing wrong with taking some time after a breakup."
So her former relationship was Lexi's cause of worry. Lexi was the first person to tell Rebecca that Agnes loved her. It was a moment that caused Rebecca to reevaluate Lexi's perception.
Rebecca stood from her seat and turned to face her accuser. "Listen. It is in the past. Ah've... already taken a step or two moving on." Lexi's cocked eyebrow of disbelief offended Rebecca, so she upped the stakes further. "With a boy."
It was one of the only times she mentioned what happened to someone, but it certainly did the trick. For once, Lexi was the one caught off guard. "Oh." Clearly she was not expecting something like that from the good little Paisley girl. "Possible boyfriend?"
"Nope." There was no need to pretty up that answer. The... rendezvous was freeing, but they both knew it would be a one-time thing. It was something she was surprisingly okay with. "Who says Ah'll go find another relationship. Single life seems tae work out for you."
She thought the joke would get a rise from Lexi, but she was still troubled. "Oh hun, you and I are different people... if I thought this was the life for you, I would have snatched you up by now."
It was just the line of a friend trying to keep another friend on the straight and narrow, but that was not what Rebecca needed, or at least what she wanted. "Why dornt you let me worry 'bout what Ah can handle."
Rebecca took a step closer to Lexi, who was sitting on the edge of a nearby table. "Ah never asked you tae protect me, sae if you've got something on you're mind... maybe it's worth getting off your chest." Rebecca pointed a finger into the center of her collarbone, inches above the chest in question.
If she was ready to be a new Rebecca Grey, maybe she had to make a bold move to prove it.
Agnes barely managed to squirm away once Carol was done hugging her. Agnes felt the shivers up and down her spine, not really understanding why it was she was feeling this was. What was Carol doing? If Agnes didn’t know any better, she could have sworn that Carol was trying to come onto her? But that was ridiculous! Since she first moved in, all Carol had been towards her is awful! Snickering, making fun, rolling her eyes, Carol was nothing if not a monster towards her!
But then what was with the fluttery feeling in her stomach? Why did Carol hug her so…tenderly?
Agnes snapped the case shut and she turned to look back at the young dancer. Carol was standing there, her head tilted as if still trying to process what was going on. Agnes was apparently doing the same thing because Carol smirked, loosened to stance a little and sighed.
“Agnes, you deserve better than that little foreign witch,” Carol said with a smile.
Agnes still couldn’t understand why the sudden switch in Carol. It just seemed a bit much, especially after everything that she had been put through. But the more she thought about it, the more she began to think that maybe she as jumping to conclusions. There was no way that Carol would have actually smelled her hair, right? That…had to just be wrong. And the hug, well, maybe Carol was just trying to form some kind of bond with Agnes.
It didn’t seem totally right but she guessed that if Carol really wanted to try, she shouldn’t hold it against her.
With a sigh she just shrugged it off.
“She…wasn’t all that bad. But it’s over,” Agnes muttered. “I’d rather just not talk about it.”
Carol nodded sympathetically as she leaned back against a desk.
“It’s okay to feel a hurt Agnes. It, heh, really is like she just ripped out your heart. You just need to move on.”
Agnes nodded. That was a bit blunt but she did get the gist of what Carol was saying. Agnes had been trying to move on since the whole break-up. And look, two months later and she was still struggling to complete that task. She knew that she should embrace her new found singlehood, but it was just so hard to move on past everything that she had planned with Rebecca.
With a sigh she shrugged.
“Yeah. I just…I don’t know what else to do,” she muttered.
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Lexi spent much of her adult life as the aggressor in just about any situation, so it was quite a feat for Rebecca to get her to flinch. She was frequently accused of a lack of selectiveness with lovers, but Lexi was not the one to truly lead the sweet and innocent off their straight and narrow paths. Rebecca was cute, but Lexi was not looking to be the one to taint her.
Unfortunately, Rebecca seemed to be ready to change her mind by closing the physical gap between them. Lexi wanted to give the younger girl a fair chance to keep her from making an impulsive choice. "Becky... You don't want this."
"Who says?"
"I'm never gonna be your thing. What you're getting into... there's no future here." Rebecca's finger was sliding down from her collar so she grabbed the hand with her own. "It's all fun and games and in the morning I leave."
Rebecca shrugged, leaning in closer. "People leave. Ah'm learning tae deal with that."
Lexi was not sure what the right thing to do was; she was attracted to Rebecca, but there was no way she was not over Agnes. What if the breakup resolved itself; would things become awkward? At the same time, did she have the right to tell Rebecca what she could not handle? In her new outfit, it was hard not to be reminded that Rebecca was a big girl who could make her own decisions.
And it was difficult to worry about good decisions with Rebecca's lips closing the gap between them.
"Becky... don't do something you'll regret."
Rebecca's heart was pounding in her chest, and her cheeks were burning up, but she refused to flinch. Lexi was leaving the option on the table, so everything was up to her.
Agnes didn’t know why she baring her heart to this barracuda. From the time she moved in, Carol had been nothing if not just a monster towards her. Whether it was making fun of her relationship with Rebecca, or of the fact that she was a mutant, it just seemed that Agnes was always at the ridicule of this dancer who wanted nothing more than to make her miserable. Agnes had made great strides in ignoring her and just going on with her days, but this was a complete switch. The runaway just didn’t know how to handle herself.
She raised her crystal blue eyes, leaning back against the table her violin sat upon and crossed her arms over her chest. She remained there, unmoving as she watched Carol watching her. It was a little creepy that didn’t mean that Agnes was not over thinking the situation. Maybe she really was looking too closely at Carol’s actions.
She guessed it was possible that even in times like this people can change. Maybe Carol was just finally coming out of her shell? It was a long shot but it seemed plausible.
“Have you gone out with anyone else?” Carol suddenly asked.
“No,” Agnes said lowering her gaze to the floor a little. “Felicia wanted to set me up with someone but I just wasn’t interested.”
Now Agnes was getting uncomfortable again. She didn’t want to about relationships, dating, or meeting anyone at all right now! And if Carol had it in her head that she wanted to set her up with someone, she was definitely coming to the wrong person. Agnes was about to voice this when she saw the most disturbing and creepy thing she had ever seen…
…Carol smiled.
Agnes stiffened up a little when she saw Carol push herself off the desk she was leaning against and glide across the tiled floor, closing the gap between them. Instantly Agnes felt something like a pit in her stomach which caused her to untwine her arms from in front of her and grip the desk. What was Carol doing?
“Psh, Felicia…I guess is nice,” Carol muttered. “But, she doesn’t always know what she is talking about.” The dancer grinned a little, eyeing Agnes up and down. Now the creep-o-meter was reading warning levels. Slowly Agnes leaned away, grabbing for her violin case when Carol pressed up even closer. “But…I have a dancer in mind that may like you.”
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Lexi thought about breaking the kiss; she really did. Unfortunately, the kiss seemed to have other intentions, and her lips were not cooperating with her logic.
Rebecca's hand pulled Lexi in by her bare back, while Lexi's fingers ran through Rebecca's hair to return some volume to it after being plastered under a wig for hours.
The feverish kissing made clear Rebecca's intentions, and when the kiss separated, Lexi pouted. "My place is pretty far from here, you know." It was the logical choice really; Lexi lived on her own, while Rebecca lived at some sort of home for mutants. It would certainly be less private, and there was no way Rebecca's bed was not tainted with old memories and burn marks from an old flame.
Rebecca took Lexi by the hand and shook her head with a mischievous grin. "Where dae you think we are?" The fashion show was hosted in the convention hall, and the convention hall was conjoined with a hotel.
Lexi was rather surprised by Rebecca's initiative, which was further proven as the strawberry blonde took her by the hand, grabbed her duffel bag, and in moments they were out of the dressing room and almost running through the convention hall in costume.
They approached the reception desk and the wide-eyed staff, giggling, running off of adrenaline and hormones. Rebecca tried digging through her duffel for a wallet, but Lexi found her purse first, tossing her debit card on the counter. The receptionist was rightfully confused, but she took the card and started looking for a key.
The key was handed to Lexi and Rebecca was already dragging her to the elevator. Once alone and ascending the levels, Lexi chuckled and pulled Rebecca closer. "What's the rush, Becky?"
Rebecca smirked and shrugged off the question, moving in closer for some more affectionate contact. "Why waste time?"
As she was kissing the sensitive skin of the neck, the truth flashed in the back of Rebecca's mind: Ah dorn't want time tae think too much. There were piercing blue eyes floating around in her head, and if she took a moment to escape the whirlwind of blonde hair and tan skin, they would find her.
Agnes found herself practically nose-to-nose with this woman. Carol was pushing herself dangerously close as to leave absolutely no subtlety as to who the dancer was referring to. And instantly the runaway began to feel something in the back of her head screaming for her to get out of the room. Carol was such a monster to her and now all of a sudden she was throwing herself at the broken up violinist? It made absolutely no sense to her!
Carol pressed in and Agnes found the scent of some kind of expensive perfume. She didn’t know much about the stuff since she hardly used it (maybe the occasional body spray every now and then), but she could tell it was some of the good stuff that Carol was wearing. It swirled about with vaporous fingers, latching onto Agnes and tickling the insides of her nose. She both thought it smelled pretty and annoying at the same time.
But she barely had to time to register this since Carol made her advances further known by pinning Agnes against the table. Still, Agnes would do her best to give the girl a way out.
“Carol, are you okay?” she asked cautiously. “This is…VERY unlike you.”
Carol just shrugged. “Who’s to say this isn’t the real me?” she asked as she reached up. Agnes flinched but Carol was gentle enough when she ran her fingers through the runaway’s hair.
Agnes felt a tingle at the bottom of her spine. How long had it been some someone touched her this sweetly? Sure Rebecca only broke up with her a few months ago, but it still felt like eons since she had this kind of affection. And despite the fact that it was Carol doing this, Agnes found her heart quickening and her lips parting just slightly to release a breath of contented air. Fingers traced along the ridge of her ear, down the length of her neck, curled through her strands of hair and Agnes had to sigh. She missed this. She missed it so very much…
“Agnes,” Carol whispered as she leaned in closer. “I’ve always liked you. Despite everything…I’ve always been willing to put aside your…shortcomings.”
Eyes closed, Agnes braced herself for a kiss that she never thought she would participate in. Her body was so starved of this kind of attention that it was on fire, ready to feel these loving sensations again! But her brain was not in a coma yet—
She blinked and shied away at the last second, leaving Carol to only kiss air. Confused, Carol leaned back, eyeing Agnes’ face.
“Wha--?”
Agnes tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at Carol.
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The girls caught a few stray looks through the hall when they exited the elevator, but in short time, Lexi was fumbling to get the keycard in the slot lock and they burst into the safety and privacy of their room for the night.
The room was nice enough, with a large bed, a clean, tiny washroom area, and a sliding door to a little patio which would remain closed to keep away cold air and the outside world. The amenities were welcoming, but they went relatively unnoticed as the girls focused on one another, and the rest of the room became nothing more than a collection of obstacles not to trip over or push one another against too hard.
The superheroine clad in her supervillainess garb made quick work of what was barely a top being worn by her companion. There was a peeling sound as several pieces of tape remained tagged on Lexi's chest. Rebecca grinned, pausing her assault on the blonde's face for a moment to point. "SEE?! Definitely cheating!"
Lexi rolled her eyes and her hand crossed the top of her ample chest, pulling away the remaining adhesives. With the swiftness and dexterity of a true pro, Lexi unfastened the many buckles that kept Rebecca's gold and white ensemble together. The sensation of having her neck kissed tingled, but Rebecca's giggling was mainly influenced by the ridiculousness that was making out in extravagant costumes.
Lexi tried to give Rebecca one last chance to come to her senses, but she only reached, "Rebecca, are," when the younger, less experienced girl silenced her with more aggressive kisses. If there was a point of no return, it certainly came and passed.
From there, the action came in a steamy blur for Rebecca. She remembered a wall, a chair, a shower, a broken chair, and plenty of tan and freckled skin.
It was an hour or two later when Rebecca was on her back, finally resting on the bed. It was only moments after the grande finale, so she was still glistening with beads of sweat, working hard to catch her breath. Laying next to a gorgeous buxom blonde, after a physically demanding and rewarding gauntlet, and being worshiped as though she was a paragon of beauty, Rebecca could not help but feel...
She had managed to peel herself out of Carol’s talons and was standing now with a desk between. After Carol had said that awful thing about looking past her “shortcomings”, the runaway was absolutely livid. How dare Carol say anything[/b] like that to her! It was one thing to pass one another in the hall and actually feel as if Carol thought those things, but to have the woman actually say it to her face (while she was trying to kiss her!) just completely set the runaway off.
She narrowed her eyes as she held the violin case in hand, staring at the bewildered Carol. The dancer looked as if she didn’t understand what Agnes was upset about in the slightest. This only fueled the runaway’s ire.
Agnes sighed.
“Did you hear me, Carol?” she announced. “You just made me feel like s*** and you’re trying to get with me?”
Carol rolled her eyes as she started to round the desk.
“Come on, Agnes, I’m being serious,” she said as she stepped a little closer. Agnes took a step back. “Listen, honest? You’re freak. You don’t come from good family, you work with your hands, that, gross thing you do with the bugs, you know, how they live inside of you. Or when you hatch from that god awful smelling shell thing, all of it is just pure relationship repellant. That’s probably why the leprechaun left you.”
“Carol—“
“Face it Agnes, it’s true,” Carol said with a mild wave of her hand. “And then take me! I’m hot, I come from good family, I’m American! And…yet I like you. I…guess I always have.” She stood before Agnes, hand on her hips. “I’m trying to offer you my help. I mean, you have a good body, you know, for someone in your situation, not so bad face, you just need a few makeovers and you could be passable for someone like me to be with. Why are you being such a stubborn ass?”
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SLAP!!![/b]
“OW!”
Agnes narrowed her eyes as she hefted up her violin case and shoved herself past Carol, nearly knocking the woman down onto the floor. She turned around only to see Carol standing there, her hand covering up the red swelling up on her face. Satisfied with the look in the dancer’s eyes, Agnes turned on her heel and made her way her exit. But not without shouting over her shoulder…
“You come near me again, I’m putting scorpions in your bed.”
An hour (or two) later, Agnes was in her room (free of both Carol and Felicia’s company), crying as she laid on her back in bed.
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...hollow.
Everything with Lexi was (very) fun and she was certainly feeling satisfied on physical and self-esteem levels. It was the same sense of empowerment and worth she felt in Europe, (minus the jet lag and uncomfortable conditions,) but something was off. Her reinitiation into single life was something new, (as her first person to not be Agnes and not be an active member of the womenfolk,) and it was possible that the excitement of change was enough to cloud the hollow feeling.
Sleeping with a new girl for the first time since the breakup, Rebecca was recovering from a great time, but there was something missing. The fog of sensation kept her out of reality, but everything was now as tangible as the blanket at the foot of the bed concealing just up to Rebecca's right ankle.
Her bravado and boldness was shed about fifteen minutes in, so she was feeling timid and shy once more. Lexi warned her; she said Rebecca was not like the brash blonde, and meaningless sex was not what she needed.
Rebecca was not only worried Lexi might have been right, she was terrified that Lexi might not have been right enough.
"I told you."
"Huh?" For a moment, it almost escaped Rebecca's mind that she was within inches of another naked woman. Rebecca turned onto her side, putting on her best smile. "What dae you mean? Was it nae good?"
Lexi followed Rebecca's example, resting on her side so she was face to face with her partner. "Oh, that's not it. Definitely, definitely not that." For a brief moment, Lexi lost her place and forgot about the important discussion she was supposed to be leading into.
She finally snapped back, pressing her forehead against Rebecca's. "That wasn't what you wanted."
In denial, either for Lexi's sake or her own, Rebecca placed her hand on Lexi's hip. "Dinnae be daft. Ah'm plenty happy with--"
Lexi cut her off. "Becky... you don't have to do that."
Rebecca wanted to say something. Actually, she wanted to lie, but Lexi's lips were frozen in a sad smile that kept her honest. "Ah... Ah jist dunno..."
Lexi wrapped her arm past Rebecca's waist, taking her by the back and pulling her closer so they were squished close together. "Talk to me."