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.
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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.
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Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 14, 2024 22:14:52 GMT -6
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Finding a comfortable position on her own couch was far more difficult than it should have been, Quin thought as she did her best to get settled. Leaning to one side or the other was clearly not going to work and leaning forward too much was a no go as well.
Eventually Quin found a happy median where she wasn’t pushing or pulling on anything she shouldn’t have been and she could actually just stop thinking about being injured and just watch TV.
The show started, but Quin couldn’t help her mind from wandering in the relative quiet. Luckily it wasn’t wandering in the dark directions it tended to wander. Apparently it had done enough of that earlier to leave her attention free to focus itself on the fact that if anyone had told her even 12 hours ago that this was what she’d be doing right now she’d have called them a liar to their face.
Nothing about the whole scenario felt particularly weird. Quin thought that at this point she probably knew Will as well as she knew anyone she’d count on her list of acquaintances and friends. The absurdity of the day had forced a lot of the social pressures of getting to know someone out the window and their seemingly easy rapport had taken care of the rest.
Will let out a little snort and chuckle and Quin’s attention snapped back to the show that she hadn’t been paying any attention to. Dammit, what if he was laughing at something she should have been laughing at?
Will spoke though and Quin let out a little sigh of relief as he indicated that the day had been…the day it had been.
”I was actually thinking the exact same thing….” she said, ” But, you know…” she started to add, then jumped a little bit as her phone started going off.
Picking it up and answering, Quin said hello and then listened intently for a moment before a wide grin spread across her features. She listened for a few moments more and then hung up the phone.
“That.” she said, grin still plastered firmly on her face, “Was the NYU emergency alert system. All classes for tomorrow have been canceled.”
Will knew it had been a day when he'd barely noticed that quin had been spacing out a bit. Generally he prided himself on being pretty aware of the people around him, and with only one other person to be aware of...
Well he'd blame it on the day, on his senses being more dulled than he was used to, on the ache in his arm... But still, he was still caught a bit off guard.
And then he felt silly. He didn't need to have his guard up. She'd said as much. She knew, honestly, pretty much everything of import about him. Everything he would bother to hide, anyway. Habits die hard though, right? Still, he was put at ease as Quin stated that was was thinking the same thing about the day. That it had, if fact, been a day. And not just a day.
It sounded as though she had more to say on it, and his ears perked, only for him to almost stumble in an auditory fumble as she suddenly was cut off by her phone going off. Will tried not to eavesdrop (though not -that- hard), and managed to only hear some muffled sounds from Quin's phone as she listened intently, as opposed to the entire conversation.
Thankfully for his curiosity, she was quick to share what was going on there, and why the phone call had been so one sided. NYU had some kind of robo caller or automated alert system that sent out messages. And the news was that Quin lucked herself into a day off tomorrow! Look at that, and all it took was citywide destruction and the threat of worse in the coming days.
"Well lookit that. Guess we've got time enough to properly binge some shows then." Will said in response to the good news. He was pretty sure he hadn't seen a grin on Quin like that yet... -maybe- when Michael had shown up and confirmed they were getting a ride back to 'home' or at least safety, but this one seemed to be lasting a whole lot longer. Her grin was infectious, and he found himself matching hers with one of his own, fumbling with one hand to try and find the remote blindly to rewind the show by a minute or so to take them back to before the call came in. "Or at least sleep in. 'less your buddy throws another friend at us again."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 14, 2024 23:11:58 GMT -6
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It was such a relief that classes had been canceled. It was like a stay of execution or any other number of dramatic scenarios that Quin couldn’t come up with at the moment. In the grand scheme it didn’t really change much about Quin’s current situation. Without her laptop and her books there was only so much Quin would have been able to do between now and the next day. Still, knowing that she didn’t need to have everything done helped immensely.
Quin thought she might just keep grinning all night and when Will grinned too, it made it even easier.
Plenty of time to watch shows. Yep. ”Plenty of time for this to hopefully blow over and give us a chance to figure out if any of my stuff survived and for me to replace whatever didn’t…”
Quin had a feeling she’d find messages from her professors tomorrow, adjusting the schedule and making sure they were ready for the next week…but again, she didn’t care in the least.
Will was working to rewind the show now and Quin was relieved about that too, maybe she could figure out what she’d missed the last time around and actually pay attention now.
It took Quin a minute to figure out who exactly Will was talking about when he mentioned her buddy and she shook her head vigorously, “I don’t think even Michael would want to face my wrath if they woke me up once I’m asleep tonight.” . Quin said, “I seriously doubt I’d even notice someone crashing in here.” it was probably true, Quin wasn’t exactly sleepy yet, but her body was just weary in that way that she knew was going to require serious sleep at some point.
”So maybe Michael will have enough common courtesy to just toss any bad guys to their goons stationed downstairs. Again, I’d keep my head low if I were you so you don’t get mistaken for one of them…”
Riiiiight. A good chunk of, if not all of Quin's things required for her schooling were currently somewhere in the indeterminate wreckage that was the seating area of Hex and Company. Or was the seating area. It's not like he'd looked back to gauge things as they were running out of there. As he'd said before, the chances of delicate, expensive things like her laptop making it out of there in one piece was... optimistic... But he doubted anyone was out looting law books, so it was possible they could recover some of what was lost.
It'd give him something to do, presuming the entire city wasn't under siege by tomorrow.
Having rewound the episode to the start of the scene prior to when Quin's call came in, Will left the show on pause as they spoke back and forth, commenting on Michael jokingly, with Quin retorting that even they weren't likely to dare waking her after she'd called it quits for the night.
Note to self, let sleeping Quins lie.
Quin went on to say that Michael would be better served and additionally would probably have the common courtesy to allow their better armed friends downstairs to take care of any ne'er-do-wells. She also said that Will should probably keep his head down or otherwise make himself scarce if he didn't want to get wrapped up with any of the group's trouble.
In response Will gave a little tug to the slightly too-large t-shirt and gave a Quin a bit of a smirk. "Yeah, suppose I'm dressed the part, huh? Wonder if my ticket in here came along with stipulations to throw hands if things got serious?" He half-joked, but now that Quin had said it, and considered he was in here largely on Michael's word, he wasn't sure how much he was expected to do in the case of an emergency. Did getting in on their word clock him as a civilian or an extra set of hands?
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 15, 2024 7:58:05 GMT -6
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The show sat in a kind of paused limbo as Quin and Will chatted about security and the perils of bad guys crashing through any of the walls of the apartment.
Were things still bad outside? Quin kind of rolled her head to the side to glance at the windows, she couldn’t really see anything, but hopefully they were… Hopefully things had settled and Michael was back at home with that wife and daughter they’d mentioned. Hopefully by tomorrow Quin could convince Will to take a cab or bus back to the coffee shop with her and they’d find Quin’s laptop buried under a pile of game boxes or an overturned table that had somehow saved it from damage and theft. Hopefully she’d wake up tomorrow and her ribs would be better.
Some of those things were not going to happen, Quin knew, but a girl could hope.
Will spoke and Quin rolled her head back to look at him. Had his ticket into Haven come with expectations of martial defense? Quin sat up a bit more and smiled, “I dunno, Michael seemed awfully impressed back there in the hospital tent, and Michael is not an easy person to impress.” Quin teased, she also suspected there hadn’t been a single string attached to the offer of a safe place for Will to hole up.
“Luckily for you though, they’d have to find you to make you fight.” she said with a slightly lopsided grin, “And with as big as this building is, it’d probably take a solid couple of hours.” she continued, then glanced at the TV, ”Besides, if you’re off being all heroic again, this show is going to stay paused all night and then what would I do?”
Will rolled his eyes as Quin teased him about his actions back at the hospital, claiming that Michael had been impressed and that they weren't an easy person to impress. Will had certain made a choice back there. Apparently there was more fight than flight in his panic response than he'd realized. Mostly he was just glad it had all worked out. Looking back, the metal guy could have been stronger or more capable with his powers and Will could have easily wound up badly hurt or worse. Sort of like Michael had been tougher than Will would have guessed. He couldn't always assume people were running at human level, after all.
"Felt like a car ornament for a bit back there. Just glad it worked out." Will eventually said in response, bouncing between feeling introspective about the even, proud about the accomplishment and bashful about the praise. The medley of emotions had him with a silly little grin and shaking his head. Will supposed if he -was- supposed to be holding the line, he'd have been given at the very least a badge, or more than just a change of clothes, but still...
Quin pointed out though, that regardless of if Will had been brought on with the expectation to help or not, they'd have to track him down in order to have him make good on that expectation. And that he wasn't where they might expect to look, down in the basement. Plus the building itself was pretty large. He particularly liked the way she went on to imply that he shouldn't run off in search of more trouble and heroics, because then who was going to watch the show with her?
Will's grin broadened and he nodded his agreement. "Ah, good point. What you're saying then is the most heroic thing I could be doing about now is playing bodyguard to the poor damsel-in-distress then?" Will teased back at Quin, smirking all the while. Sure, Will in no way thought of Quin as being anything of the sort, but it was a fun way to poke fun back, even if it ran the risk of having a cushion hurled his way.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 15, 2024 12:16:20 GMT -6
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”Like a car ornament?” Quin rolled her eyes just slightly at the way that Will almost completely refused to acknowledge the rather large part he’d played in taking out the metal man at the tent. She wasn’t going to argue with him though and the way he was smiling indicated that just maybe he knew he’d done a good job even if he wasn’t going to openly admit it.
If anything, Will seemed a little relieved that Black-Tac was unlikely to come looking for him. If his grin was any indication he also liked Quin’s suggestion that watching TV with her was a far better alternative.
Damsel-in-distress though? ”If I thought I could move right now I’d show you just how much distress I can cause.” Quin said with a poor attempt to glower, but laughter was plain in her voice and she smiled a little smile as she shook her head, thinking for a moment before speaking again.
“But, as it stands…yeah, I think that’s about the best thing you could be doing.” she said with a shrug, “In my completely unbiased opinion.”
Will smirked wider, if possible, and had to hold back a cackle, keeping it to a low 'snrrk' of barely restrained laughter as Quin snapped back about being some manner of distress and damsel, but more likely the kind to cause it than be in it. And he was delighted that he'd been able to read that properly from her, not bothering to hide how pleased her was about the jab. "Well, yeah. Figured as much, it's why I'm not about to call you that when y'can fight back properly. I've seen what you can do." Will teased Quin, though, considering the prowess she'd shown both with her martial abilities as well as her use of her powers, there was as much a compliment in there as there was a playful jab.
Still, he wouldn't put it past her to put him in a headlock if they'd both been in better condition for saying something like that.
"But, if your unbiased, professional and obviously impeccable opinion says I've gotta stay here, then who am I to argue?" Will commented, sarcasm woven through his words expertly as a satisfied, smug smirk remained plastered across his face. Trading barbs back and forth like this was much more his speed than hanging off the back of a villain with the intent to crack heads.
As such, he started the episode up again, setting back into the couch with greater ease than Quin. So long as he wasn't lifting anything or leaning on the one arm, it was pretty much alright, and the rest of the bumps and bruises had largely faded into a background ache or otherwise been blurred out by the effects of the analgesic provided by the medic earlier. Right. He'd have to pester Quin for a dose so he wasn't in rough shape come morning, but that... that could wait. Worst came to worst, he was certain he could rummage about the cabinets and bathroom and find it. Most people kept their things in more or less the same place. Might be a bit rude, buuuut if he was hurting bad enough to ignore social decorum, he was sure she'd understand.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 15, 2024 16:29:28 GMT -6
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Oh, Will was pleased with himself over that one, Quin could tell as he smirked and snerked and tried not to laugh. He’d definitely clocked her though if he’d expected that reaction and she’d played right into his hand.
Apparently Will wasn’t completely unaware though because he said that he’d have never said that when Quin was in full form.
Still, Quin raised an eyebrow at Will and sent a wicked smile in his direction. “I have a very long memory, Will.” she said ominously and left it at that.
Her opinion wasn’t only unbiased, but also professional and impeccable. Well, that was certainly an improvement. ”I am a professional arguer in training…” she said, but Will was starting the show.
Things picked up where they’d left off and this time Quin tried to make sure that she paid attention. The show was cozy, cute, and it really was funny and Quin caught herself laughing a few different times as she and Will got quiet and they actually watched the show.
The episode wasn’t very long and Quin nodded as the first one ended, ”Okay, everyone was right.” she said, “You still good?”
Will felt amusement and fear both as Quin shot him a wicked grin, threatening kindly informing him that she had a fantastic, long memory. Though it -certainly- had nothing to do with the smirk his was still struggling to wipe off of his face. After all, he'd done the polite, courteous thing and admitted that he was kicking her while she was down. There's no way she could hold a grudge. It's not as though they had been making tiny competitions about just about everything today.
Huh. He had to briefly wonder if that was just a thing for them or some kind of bizarre coping mechanism for the insanity they'd been through. Happier to think of it as just a quirk. Plus he -knew- he had a competitive streak, and Quin seemed stubborn as all get out.
Ah. Right. She -was- a professional, educated, arguer. In-training, perhaps, like she said - but certainly more qualified than anyone else he knew. It would be ludicrous to try and go against that kind of logic. Will would have quipped back, but he'd already started the show up again, and it had had plenty of pauses and interruptions within the first five minutes already. They -had- planned to watch some of it, after all. Besides, his starting showed he'd already ceded to her point. Tsk. Gonna have to win one back against her for that at some time in the future... Or, well... This one got a pass. It was just a good idea. Will could let the occasional point slide in favor of mutual betterment.
It was easy, after that, to settle into the humor of the show. The looming threat of Quin's Revenge too vague and too far flung to the future for him to worry much again, and his mind was begging for a break, to grasp onto some mundane thing and just coast for a while. Luckily, vegging out in front the TV to an, admittedly excellent show, was about exactly the thing for it. Almost worth the shrapnel in his back to actually get him to sit down and start watching the series. It was to the point he'd sort of lost track of time, a little surprised as the episode came to an end, Quin's voice pulling him out of his TV trance.
"Good? Yeah. Honestly, better than I've been all day, all things considered." Will said, a little surprised. Sure, he was sore, and tired, and had a hundred things to do and worry about tomorrow... but right now, he didn't have to do anything except keep himself upright. And even that seemed pretty optional, if he conked out halfway through an episode, he somehow doubted Quin would mind or take offense. "And yeah. Sorta wish I woulda picked this up sooner, but... Well, guess we've got a show now."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 15, 2024 22:05:17 GMT -6
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The show had honestly been really good and Quin wondered how she’d managed to watch all of the brain rot that she’d watched over the last few years but had never managed to sit down and watch this show.
Will responded that he was actually doing better than he had been all day and Quin nodded thoughtfully. She’d been stressed out today even before everything had kicked off at the coffee shop. The level of sheer humanity at her tea shop lately had really thrown a wrench in her studying and it was just plain depressing to spend all of her time in her apartment. Having somewhere else to go had been the first good thing to happen today…and then the whole world had fallen to crap.
But…honestly…Quin was relatively comfortable now, especially compared to how she’d felt when they’d been running, or stuck at the church, or in the hospital tent.
Will wished that he had picked the show up sooner but supposed that now they had a show and Quin nodded, ”I was kind of just wondering how I’d watched so much silly stuff but never sat down to watch this even though I’ve heard repeatedly that it was good.” She said, wondering if maybe it was the kind of show that was way better when you could share the injokes and references with someone else.
Glancing over her shoulder again at the view out the windows before the next episode started, Quin squinted in the somewhat intense light that was starting to shine through the window as the sun set. ”The sunset over the park is pretty cool sometimes…” she said, it was a definite benefit of the building facing west out over The Park. ”But the light can get pretty intense in the summer. Let me know if it gets obnoxious and I can pull the shade.” if previous experience was any indication it would still be a bit before the sun actually set, so Quin turned back to the TV.
"Same here... I know what you mean, I've got a bad habit of just watching and re-watching old favorites, rather than checking out something new like this." It -was- easier just sinking back into favorites and trusted standbys rather than stepping outside of your comfort zone, and there really wasn't anything -wrong- with that... But today was a rather extreme way of getting Will to realize that maybe he'd been staying -too- isolated and withdrawn. From the way the world worked to the people around him and apparently even the media he was missing out on. He'd process the rest of that thought later, but for now he was appreciating the new show, at the very least.
Will followed Quin's gaze to the sunlight that was starting to break in through the window. Pretty, but bright. Definitely glad his wasn't running on completely overclocked senses, but he believed Quin when she said the sunset over Central Park could be quite the sight to behold. Maybe he'd try to sneak a peek once the sun got a little lower and the sky got that lovely orange glow to it, but for now he'd just keep his head turned away best he could. "After the next episode, probably?" Will suggested as an option when Quin said they could shut the shades on the windows if it got too bright or started getting in their eyes.
It seemed like Quin had similar ideas of waiting at least a little, as she was already asking about starting the second episode. Will nodded his agreement. "Yeah, definitely. I wanna get into this before my brain realizes how tired I should actually be." He joked, though could definitely feel the tug of fatigue somewhere in the back of his head that grew louder and less ignorable the longer he sat on the comfy couch. Starting up the second episode of the series he set the remote back down between them before settling back into the cushions, sprawling out a bit as he gave into at least some of the exhaustion.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 16, 2024 12:06:54 GMT -6
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”I call them comfort shows…and I think the’re pretty universal.” Quin said when Will explained his tendency to watch and re-watch old favorites instead of new things. It really was such an easy thing to do, especially when you weren’t sure you could give your full attention to the screen and there was almost always something else Quin felt like she should be doing if she was watching TV.
After the next episode they’d talk about pulling the shades on the windows, Will wanted to get into the show before his mind caught up with his body.
Quin nodded, it was a good plan even if it was kind of unbelievable that the sun was even setting. On one hand, Quin felt like she’d been standing across the street from the coffee shop just a little while ago…like everything that had occurred between then and now was a huge blur of activity that existed outside of time and space. On the other, it felt like it had been days rather than the hours it had actually been.
Quin’s mind related more to the first thought and her body more to the second. The longer she sat, the more the exhaustion crept into her arms and legs, like settling in had finally given herself permission to stop being on alert and ready to go.
Adrenaline, it turned out, was a hell of a drug.
Still, The second episode was starting and Quin turned her attention to the screen. As with lots of shows, the second was focused on getting to know the characters. It was quickly established who the villains were and who the heroes were going to be, but the same cozy undercurrent of heart and humor wove its way through the plot. It was, Quin decided, a very easy show to watch.
The credits were just starting to roll when Quin’s phone rang again. Thinking it was probably her parents, she picked it up, then cursed softly, ”Work…” she said, casting a quick glance at Will before answering.
The conversation wasn’t terribly long. It was Senator Lanyi’s assistant on the phone and they were checking in with all of the interns to make sure that they were safe. Quin assured them that she was and then listened to the instructions that followed and nodded while everything was relayed. Quin mentioned that she had potentially lost her laptop, but assured the assistant that noting of a sensitive nature had been stored outside the secure online file hosting area they all used. Once everything settled, she hung up the phone and sighed.
“Don’t have to go in tomorrow, but they want everyone on a call at 4. Say another prayer for my laptop or I’m going to have to make do with my phone and a legal pad like in the old days.”
Had Quin voiced her feelings on how the day both seemed to be far too long and far too short all at once, he'd had agreed. The sheer amount of things that were teetering in a pile in the back of his head that had happened and that he would have to process at some point felt like the sort of experiences he'd build over the course of weeks, not hours... And yet it all seemed so surreal it was hard to grasp that the things had really happened, like he should still be plugging away at work, in spite of the exhaustion tugging at his body.
The show was good, better than expected, and better than the attention Will was able to muster to it. Though he was staring at the screen, it all sort of washed over him without really sinking in. Will managed to catch some of the jokes, smiled when it felt like the episode expected it, but would have been hard pressed to tell anyone exactly what the episode had actually been about come the end of it. None of it really sunk in, though he had a vague idea of what had happened. Enough it would -probably- all click if future episodes referenced anything.
He was just... tired? That wasn't quite right. Weary? Fatigued? Maybe, in parts, but that just didn't quite click right either. Overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed. It was something he was intimately familiar with, given his issues with his powers, but he was so used to it being something that happened externally, that when it happened inside his own head, it was almost foreign. And it was like trying to show more information in there was a bit like trying to force a stick of butter through a brick wall.
Quin's phone went off and brought Will out of the half-attention he was paying to the show, and he sat up, alert. He knew it wasn't his phone, because he -never- put the ringer on the thing. Haptics only, please.
His expression was concern and curiosity. Might be bad news? Quin clarified it was work, and his expression went to one of less serious concern, but still some amount of worry. Were they really about to call her in or something stupid?
He couldn't help but eavesdrop. Okay, maybe he could have plugged his ears or left the room, buuuut... Well, it didn't sound too private or confidential anyway. He probably would have been able to pick up the most of the conversation just from what Quin said anyway.
Quin explained what the conversation was about, and Will nodded like he didn't already know. "I'll keep my fingers and toes crossed for it." He said as Quin hoped that her laptop had somehow made it through all the trouble unscathed. "If we're not locked down in here, we'll try and sneak by Curse and see what's what. If we are locked down in here... uh... Guess we'll figure it out?" He raised an eyebrow curiously. "What's the call about anyway? Assumin' all the everything?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 16, 2024 21:42:41 GMT -6
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A plan. It was definitely good to have a plan, Quin decided as Will said he’d hope for her laptop and that they could go by the coffee shop tomorrow to check for her things. Sending a grateful look in his direction, Quin tapped her fingers against her phone case and set it back on the arm of the couch as Will asked her what the phone call had been about.
“The Senator is in DC right now and there’s not much reason for her to come running back in the middle of all of this mess.” Quin said, ”She’s got plenty of staff there to do whatever needs doing. We’ll probably get more instructions tomorrow. I can’t imagine there’s been any issues at her office here. They were a bit concerned with my laptop being missing, but I follow all the security rules so it shouldn’t be a big deal. ”
What if they were still locked down tomorrow though? What ifthings didn’t get better overnight. Surely that wasn’t going to be the case, surely they’d be able to get out and go look for her stuff, surely things would go back to being more normal. Something as mundane as work had kind of pulled Quin back into everything she’d been trying to forget about while she vegged in front of the TV. Still, she wasn’t going to get bogged down in those thoughts. It wouldn’t help.
“Tell ya what…If we’re still stuck here, you can hold my phone for the whole call so it looks like I’ve got my life together and was totally prepared for a situation like this.”
Shaking her head, Quin smiled a bit, “I definitely won’t be wearing sweatpants and a button-up with a blazer.”
The episode was definitely over now, and Quin remembered she’d been planning to close the window shades before the light got to be too obnoxious.
“Almost forgot…” Quin said, sighing a bit as she pulled her feet down from the coffee table. Slowly pushing to her feet, Quin was pleased when it didn’t hurt too much and she made her way over to the window. The sun was starting to get to that point and she squinted a bit as she looked out over the park and set about getting the curtains pulled.