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, that effectively killed the mood dead. The song ended too, like in a bad movie scene. Sveta was not exactly sober, but the realization that she was talking to a mystic had thrown her for a loop as much as the whole strip club experience. And Bubbles now looked less bubbly too.
>>"Hey, the first song's over. Thank you for everything, but I shouldn't keep you."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I should go." Sveta sighed. They were just in here because of the tech bro anyway. "I didn't meant to offend you. I have just never met someone with actual magic before." She stood, pulling out another bill from her purse, and placing it, a little awkwardly on the table. "Thanks for putting up with me."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Madison was unsure whether Svetlana would press her for more information, demanding answers to how Mystics became what they were. The Cult probably had some strict rules in place, but given the girls of her Coven left the Cult shortly after becoming Mystics, Madison was clueless to what she could and could not do in their eyes. Given the uncomfortable way some cult members spoke about mutants, and to a lesser extent, humans, Madison did not want to put stock in their rules, but maybe there were reasons to be hesitant.
Except Svetlana was not a forceful or mean person. She was curious. Maybe she was stunned to find the process of Mystification so different from mutants, who were born with powers innately.
Taking a deep breath, Madison got to her feet, loosely offering her fingers into Svetlana's hand as she walked away. "Wait. You didn't offend me; I'm just not used to questions like that. But... you're not a bad person. You don't have bad person energy."
Leaning close over Svetlana's shoulder, aided solely by her high, high heels to make up the four inches of height difference, Madison offered, "Stay for one more song; really. Just one more song of quiet company to end this night on a not shitty note. We can... talk about the Mystic thing another time. Outside of work hours? How does that sound, Svetlana?" Madison did not meet with clients outside of work, but she wanted to know more about Svetlana's interest in Mystics. If Svetlana was hesitant about Mystics, maybe the universe was offering Madison to be an ambassador.
Sveta was ready to walk out of the room, but Bubbles held her back, with a soft touch on her hand. She did not expect that.
>>"Wait. You didn't offend me; I'm just not used to questions like that. But... you're not a bad person. You don't have bad person energy."
She was reading energy now? Or was that just a turn of phrase? Once again, reality has shifted, and Sveta was losing her frame of reference. She looked over her shoulder as the dancer kept talking, sounding friendlier now than a moment before.
>>"Stay for one more song; really. Just one more song of quiet company to end this night on a not shitty note. We can... talk about the Mystic thing another time. Outside of work hours? How does that sound, Svetlana?"
"It sounds good." she nodded, hesitantly. She turned back with a sigh, making her way back to the couch. "I... have a lot of people I care for, I'm trying to keep mutants safe, and this whole magic thing came out of left field. I'd appreciate the talk. Later. I'm not exactly sober right now." she added with a smirk. "Still not sure what Zselyke was thinking, taking a straight girl to this place. No offense."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
There was no real reason to keep Svetlana in the room for another song. Well, there was the practical benefit that Svetlana was the kind of person who would pay for the extra song, but Madison wasn't money hungry enough to be motivated by that. She really wanted to return things with Svetlana to the right foot, and they really were so close to real progress with... something.
To her relief, Svetlana played along, sitting back into the seat. Remembering Svetlana's tentative willingness to let Madison touch her arm, she tried it again, rubbing up and down reassuringly.
She had people she cared for. It didn't just sound like friends; whatever Svetlana did, she felt responsible for mutants. "That sounds like a lot of responsibility to keep on your shoulders." It was a shame she didn't know some kind of muscle relaxing magic, but she could always attempt to knead away some stress from those burdened shoulders.
Svetlana joked about being the straight girl at the strip club, and Madison smiled, but she hesitated. "Maybe she thought you'd enjoy the men and muscles. Or maybe she was curious." Madison was not a person who doubted or questioned the sexuality of others, but she also knew how compulsive heterosexuality was a thing. "So... you've never seen a woman in that way? Or was it something you never had to consider. Well, til a bubbly brunette bared her boobs for you, obviously," she teased.
>> "That sounds like a lot of responsibility to keep on your shoulders."
"It is." Sveta smirked. She wasn't even sure how she ended up taking care of so many people, and an entire company. She blamed Devon for it, mostly. No one had ever prepared her for responsibility like this.
Once again, Bubbles was touching her arm in a soothing gesture. If she was telling the truth, the touch was safe. Almost like an adapted, except the buzz was still here. On top of the alcohol buzz, and being flustered.
>>"Maybe she thought you'd enjoy the men and muscles. Or maybe she was curious. So... you've never seen a woman in that way? Or was it something you never had to consider. Well, til a bubbly brunette bared her boobs for you, obviously,"
Sveta shrugged. Those were questions she didn't even know how to begin to answer.
"I mean, I liked the dance. It was enjoyable, to watch you." did that count as 'looking at her that way'? "Honestly, I feel the same for the men on stage too. It's entertaining... but I very rarely look at someone in everyday life and go all hot and bothered about them, like, right away. None I ended up getting together with, really."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Sveta softened under Madison's touch, so she was either doing a great job or the Russian woman was learning to relax with her. Madison repositioned herself to give attention to Svetlana's other shoulder.
Sexuality was hard to pin down, particularly when you just lived life on an assumption. It was interesting to know her dance was enjoyable for Svetlana. "Well, nothing wrong with attraction not coming easily. Not everyone gets hot under the collar for every got person on the road, or society would be a mess. That's the fun of a place like this; there aren't as many barriers between people and sexuality."
Feeling bold, she leaned close, and with a breathy voice close to Svetlana's ear and her barely contained chest pressed between them, she pointed out, "I guess the question is whether a girl like me in a situation like this makes you uncomfortable or 'hot and bothered,' as you said. Who knows? Sexuality is messy and not worth overthinking sometimes."
Bubbles moved over and started massaging her shoulders, which made Sveta groan in approval. Jesus, her shoulders were tense, even after several drinks. She needed some serious help. Probably not from a stripper, but she was not going to complain either.
>>"Well, nothing wrong with attraction not coming easily. Not everyone gets hot under the collar for every got person on the road, or society would be a mess. That's the fun of a place like this; there aren't as many barriers between people and sexuality."
What was she hinting at? That Sveta might be into women?... Well, there was a thought. Zselyke would throw a damn party about it. Sveta had never really considered the option, or noticed anything worth noticing. But she also found that she had no objections to the idea. People were supposed to know when something was not their thing, right?...
>>"I guess the question is whether a girl like me in a situation like this makes you uncomfortable or 'hot and bothered,' as you said. Who knows? Sexuality is messy and not worth overthinking sometimes."
"I'm not uncomfortable" Sveta noted with a sigh. Bubbles was definitely doing more than a dance. "You know, most of the time I would just settle for not complicated, regardless of who it is..."
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Madison was admittedly pushing their limits and ready to pull back, but Svetlana was more receptive to her than she anticipated. She should really take a massage course; this was clearly a talent worth developing.
Of all the things to desire, uncomplicated was a noble one. Bubbles chuckled, melody back in her voice note that things were back to a comfortable balance between them. "That's the dream. Maybe that's why I don't really date. Waiting for 'uncomplicated.'" That was a hard sell in a relationship. People were weird and dynamic.
Of course, not everything was a relationship. "But if there's part of you that is the tiniest bit curious, you've bought the time of a dancer who feels very enthusiastic about showing you a good... 'uncomplicated' time you deserve after all you do for everyone else. If you'd like to reconsider my offer of a dance."
Madison rested a hand on Svetlana's lap, close to her knees to keep from invading her space too aggressively. "If I'm sending you home thinking of me anyway, I can leave you with some good memories." She may have been sweet and friendly, but she knew how to turn on the sultry when she thought the offer might strike a chord.
>> "That's the dream. Maybe that's why I don't really date. Waiting for 'uncomplicated.'"
"Aren't we all" Sveta grinned. She was sure a lot of people would have happily thrown themselves at Bubbles in any way, but dating as a dancer had to be the definition of complicated.
>>"But if there's part of you that is the tiniest bit curious, you've bought the time of a dancer who feels very enthusiastic about showing you a good... 'uncomplicated' time you deserve after all you do for everyone else. If you'd like to reconsider my offer of a dance."
Aand, they had gone full circle. Sveta really did not expect a private dance when she came in here with Bubbles. But the alcohol was finally kicking in, or mabye she was just losing her self-control. Or her f*** to give. Or her goddamn mind. It was hard to tell.
>>"If I'm sending you home thinking of me anyway, I can leave you with some good memories."
Sveta chuckled, amused by Bubbles' persistence. The girl knew she would get money anyway, and yet she insisted on putting on a show.
"Oh, what the hell. Let's try something new."
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Madison leaned into Svetlana, propping herself up against the head of the sofa behind her. She held her drink to Sveta's with a clink. "To something new, then." She downed the champagne and let her body feel the music and the surprising warmth of the body she would be dancing on.
Zselyke returned to the table several large bills lighter and very satisfied with the personal service Karma offered her over a few songs. Much to her surprise, when she returned, another dancer named Felicity was sitting on the edge of the table and Svetlana was nowhere to be found. Apparently, Felicity was kind enough to watch their bags and drinks because Svetlana disappeared into the back with Bubbles.
The Senator took her seat and sipped her drink patiently. She was going to really savor this one.
Madison's body was hot. Literally. She was losing herself to the music, but it was undeniable she was dancing like she had something to prove. Somewhere along the line, she had lost her bra and her necktie, the latter of which was draped on Svetlana's shoulder. Finally able to catch her breath, Madison removed herself from the very intimate place she had ended up in Svetlana's lap. "Well, I'm honored to be your first... all of that." It was safe to say none of what happened during the private dance had been a familiar experience for the blonde.
Finding her bra and carefully clasping it, she glanced at her dance partner. "I hope it wasn't too much. Touching, I mean. Well, it was a lot of touching, but I hope you weren't too... overwhelmed?"
When she was a little more put together, Madison led Svetlana to the door of the private room and opened it, letting the rest of the club break the microcosm. She grabbed a marker they kept in one of the drawers beside the entrance. "I don't ever do this normally, for obvious reasons. But..." Madison tugged down the long sleeve of Sveta's left glove to expose her wrist so she could leave a message: her phone number, and the name Madison Meadows. "I'm Madison. Call me next week and we'll talk, I promise. Til then," she rolled the fabric back up Svetlana's arm, "Keep that safe. I don't go telling every cute client my secrets."
Well, Sveta could check 'get private lap dance from a woman' off her nonexistent bucket list now.
It had definitely been an experience. More so than she'd expected. She had always thought that seeing a performance like that would leave her indifferent, or amused at best. But Bubbles was a good dancer, and she had charm that went beyond what she was getting paid for. She made sure not to push the boundaries too far, but she was also not being shy about assuming that Sveta was into whatever was happening. Which, she was. She was not sure how to label that at all, but amused was not really the main part of it.
When the dance ended, Sveta was more than a bit flustered, and definitely confused. She made sure not to be stingy with payment, and smiled at Bubbles as she put her costume back on.
>>"Well, I'm honored to be your first... all of that. I hope it wasn't too much. Touching, I mean. Well, it was a lot of touching, but I hope you weren't too... overwhelmed?"
"Well... not from the touching" Sveta chuckled, straightening up and running a finger through her hair as she stood up. Time to go back to reality.
Bubbles had one more trick up her nonexistent sleeve. Sveta blinked as she pulled her glove down.
>>"I don't ever do this normally, for obvious reasons. But... I'm Madison. Call me next week and we'll talk, I promise. Til then... Keep that safe. I don't go telling every cute client my secrets."
"Nice to meet you, Madison" Sveta smiled. God, it was so much better to call someone by an actual name rather than 'Bubbles.' She adjusted her glove, and walked out of the room.
Zselyke was already sitting in the booth, wearing a cat-that-just-ate-the-bird look on her face. Sveta slipped in next to her, picking up the drink that was waiting.
"You look like you had fun"
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Madison beamed, grabbing her necktie before she forgot and left Svetlana to depart so a souvenir. She did have a different one in mind, though. Nice to meet you, Svetlana." At the risk of overwhelming her client of the night a little more, she pecked Svetlana on the cheek and dismissed herself to freshen up backstage.
In the least creepy way humanly possible, Zselyke watch Svetlana and her dancer speak in the distance before parting ways. The dancer, much to Zselyke's surprise, departed after giving her friend a kiss on the cheek.
Svetlana jumped right to making assumptions about Zselyke's dance. Nice try. "We always knew I was going to have a good time. I like women, I like bodies, and I like a nice ass shaking in my lap. We don't have to talk about that."
Getting to her feet, Zselyke left payment for the evening and a generous tip on the table. Handing Svetlana her bag, she stated, in the clearest diction she had after a big of drinking, "What we ARE going to do is call it a night and have a chat about your night, which I'm suddenly very curious about."
Sveta made an attempt at distracting Zselyke, although she knew that her going to a VIP room with a dancer was way too juicy a topic to let go.
>>"We always knew I was going to have a good time. I like women, I like bodies, and I like a nice ass shaking in my lap. We don't have to talk about that."
Well then.
>>"What we ARE going to do is call it a night and have a chat about your night, which I'm suddenly very curious about."
Sveta arched an eyebrow. Zselyke, voluntarily leaving this place this early? And yet, they already paid and tipped, and it seemed like the conversation was something Zselyke wanted to savor without distractions. Sveta rolled her eyes and followed.
"It's really not that big of a story."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
It was mildly frustrating developing a friendship with a person Zselyke couldn't touch freely. It was not that she desperately needed to show physical affection, but rather, that her dramatic exit would carry so much more weight if she could drag Sveta out by her hand.
Zselyke took a moment to thank the manager on her way out and compliment the show and the stellar service. This would not be the Senator's last trip to Hexes and Hoes.
But with the formalities out of the way and their car pulling up for them, Zselyke finally replied to Sveta's deflection. "I don't know what your definition of big stories entails. What I know is I watched my good straight friend exit a private room with a very touchy, very hot co-ed. If that's not a springboard for some girl talk, nothing is, Sveta."
They left the club, and the car pulled up to drive them home. Which was great, because definitely neither of them was sober.
"I'm going to have to disappoint you" Sveta smirked, taking a seat in the back of the car. At least there was a wall between them and the driver, because otherwise he would have gotten a whole lot of juicy gossip. Or something. "She was being talked to death by some douchebag, so I bought a dance to rescue her from the situation. And then we ended up having a very interesting conversation..."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!