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.
It had been a lovely evening, seeing Neena again and watching Peter pack away grease. The morning after was a long one for the boy and Garrett was glad there were multiple bathrooms to be had at the Mansion. The call he had placed to Iris the night before had been brief but efficient, his personal favorite combination, short of Maya and a bottle of wine.
She had answered amongst a din of barking and meowing. Garrett had to look at the phone to see if he had the right number, barely hearing her over the noise. Apparently, she was the head of an animal adoption agency based from the Pax school and it was time to put all of the children to bed. He had thought it humorous to imagine Iris in such a manner, but then again, someone who knew him ten years earlier might feel the same.
He had let her know that he and Peter were already in New York and he wondered if he could meet she and Sara there at the school and have a look around prior to leaving. He assured them the details were worked out as far as transport and that transport was fine, eating hamburgers. She had asked him to meet her at a particular location in the afternoon. It seemed that the school was mostly virtual, so finding an actual location might be difficult.
Garrett and Peter, in crisp suits, waited at the predetermined location, as Peter heartily drank water to push the beef around in his body. Garrett continued to chuckle at his misguided friend and had a look at his watch, waiting for a call or a familiar face.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 10, 2008 19:46:02 GMT -6
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A buzzer went off overhead, followed almost immediately by a simultaneous, multi-voiced, "Awww!" and one, "Not yet!" Iris grinned at the group of nine youths, all aged seven and eight.
" 'Aww'? What's this 'awe' stuff? Kids are supposed to hate school, aren't you?" she teased.
"But the butterflies are going to hatch before we get back!" a young girl protested. Another nodded vehemently. "We won't get to 'lease them if they do!"
"Of course you will," Iris knelt down between the two girls and hugged them, her white hair beginning to turn greyish. "You'll be back in three days. I don't think they'll hatch before that, but even if they do, we need to study them for a day before we let them out, right?"
It took a bit more persuading before the second graders reluctantly moved on their next class, something the Natural Science teacher found herself having to do more and more with the younger grades. It was a pleasant side effect of nature-interactive classes.
Her cellphone beeped at her, reminding her of another appointment that, if she didn't get moving real quick, she'd be late to. She reached for her tote-bag-style purse with one hand, and two heavy winter coats with the other, then dashed out the door and down the hall.
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Roughly ten minutes later she stuck her head inside another classroom, looking around for a familiar face.
"Momma, do I have to wear this coat? It's still warm outside."
"I know, Sweetpea, but we'll be going somewhere very cold, as soon as we find Sara."
"But why couldn't I go with Daddy? He probably flewed his place."
Not being allowed to fly with her father, and not having any of her pets along with her, had put Starling in a somewhat petulant mood. Iris thought she had a way to appease her, once they reached their destination. But getting there might be tricky.....
Sara was in the middle of an English lesson with a few of her older students. 12 and 13 year olds qualifying for older, in her books, lately.
It was amazing that the PAX actually allowed Sara to teach English. Technically, she didn’t have proof that she had gone through grade school, but even super soldier experiments, need to learn grammer in this day and age. All of the scientists, back when Sara was so young, used proper English. Sara was expected to do the same. Even if she chose not to remember the way she learned, Sara still remembered the lessons. The subject came natural. Like with art. It seemed students, from the streets, had yet to fully understand proper sentence structure. Being taught their own language by a different means from Sara. Today had shown a lot of promise. They’d get it.
The clock on the wall chimed, making Sara jump and knock the into the book shelf. Several texts clattered to the floor, and a few student’s giggled while the closest two scuttled forward to help Sara pick up the mess.
“You do that every time Miss. Nobes.” Said one girl in overalls and a curly mob of red hair that threatened to fall over her eyes, completely.
“I know.” Sara sighed. Under her illusion, she could feel her cheeks warm, and knew that her nose was growing darker with the blush, but the illusion didn't sense when her skin tone changed. the facial expression only imitated, the muscle change in expression but when it came to blushing, it didn't. instead it maintained the skin tone coloration, like a finely made, and well kept, china doll.
“Aren’t they going to fix the clock for you, so it doesn’t hurt your ears?” Asked a tall lanky boy with vertical pupils.
“If they did that, no other teacher, that used this room, would be able to hear it.” Sara took the books and finished setting them in their proper places. Thanking her students, and shooing the laggers out the door so they wouldn’t be late for their next class.
She moved on, pushing in the chairs, and tapping her papers she had to grade, into a nice neat pile. Maybe on her trip he would have time to catch up on the class grading. Her original plan was to play catch up on the plane ride, but thankfully there would be no plane involved, from what she could understand.
Thannnnk yooou! heights, where she had no control of what was going on, and enclosed spaces. Using the plane ride to play catch up was an excuse to use multitasking as a distraction of where she would be, miles about the ground, hurtling through the air at who knows how fast, in a big metal toob, full of gasoline, for... how many hours did they say that flight would be? Shiver
Now, the only worry was when she'd have time for the teaching side of her life, outside the class room. Two jobs was difficult, at best. She’d resorted to grading papers while stakeouts for FTAs. Yay Sara, for multitasking…
Now. Check list time. Sara had her locket, She thought as she tapped her fingers against the her gold around her neck. She could take this off when they got to where they were headed, if she wanted to. She had boots, that she had gotten made to actually fit her feline feet, though wearing something over her toes still felt so alien. She had the student papers, for if she had an extra minute… was she forgetting something?
Oh right! The coat. With Sara’s fur, she could still wear a tank top in the winter, and be completely comfy, but this wasn’t the US. This was Antarctica, and Sara had never been to Antarctica. The extra layer against the cold would be a good extra measure. Sure Sara could heal frostbite, but healing frostbite wasn’t fun. So she bought her first coat that claimed to be able to keep you warm in sub zero temperatures.
She pulled a zip up hooded sweat shirt over her shoulders, threw the coat over one arm, slung her bag over her shoulder, and stood outside of her class room, waiting for Iris, and Starling. Her tail thumping the seconds against the wall behind her, though it was hidden under the illusion.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 11, 2008 16:28:09 GMT -6
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Finally satisfied that her daughter was bundled up enough, and that she had everything they could possibly need in her tote bag, Iris made her way to Sara's classroom. Her fellow teacher already waited for her, so she smiled and waved.
"Sara! Sorry I'm late!"
Compared to the English instructor's streamlined appearance, the two Srisai women looked like a pair of matching snowmen; heavy, parka-type snow coats with puffy hoods, and heavy boots. A pair of yellow gloves hung off of the sleeves of Starling's coat, and she tugged at the yellow scarf all but obscuring her scowling face.
"Momma, I'm too hot!"
"Oh, sorry, Sweetpea. Here." Iris unwound the scarf, and the little girl immediately pulled off her hood.
"Sorry Sara. Bathroom break and all that," Iris apologized again. Her hair had begun to turn a funny yellow-orangish color, in tune with the little one's irritation. "I think we're finally ready now. Garrett's probably waiting for us in the Zen garden already."
Iris moved to walk beside Sara, keeping Starling on the other side, so the little girl wouldn't accidentally step on the woman's illusion-hidden tail. She caught a glimpse of papers in the Sara's bag, and chuckled.
"Paper to grade?" she inquired. "I miss being able to multitask like that. Do you ever sleep anymore?"
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Once outside, Iris began looking around for her old friend. She'd forgotten that he now had hair, and nearly passed him and his friend by before spotting them.
Sara had resorted to leaning up against the wall, Her bag still over one shoulder, her coat over her arm, and her illusion, still on. Had she taught a class yet without the thing? She couldn’t remember. It was just,… there. She’d even, finally, gotten used to looking in the mirror and spotting herself, rather than the stare and search she use to do, when looking at reflections.
Familiar smells reached her nose before familiar voices did, and Sara smiled
"Sara! Sorry I'm late!"
“It’s alright. I had a bit of a mess to clean anyways.” The beelllls the belllls.
"Momma, I'm too hot!"
"Oh, sorry, Sweetpea. Here."
Sara smiled at Starling. “It will be different where we’re headed.” She absentmindedly padded the sleeves of the coat she had purchased, One was stuffed full like a pillow. That’s where she had decided to throw her hat, and scarf. “It’s cold all year round, and you might find something of your interest there.”
"Sorry Sara. Bathroom break and all that,"
Sara waved her free hand, shaking her head. “Just enjoy all those Bathroom breaks, While they last.” For both of them. Through people like Iris, she could try to witness motherhood vicariously through knowing them. She was sure it wasn’t the same, but when it came to motherhood, Sara might not of been dealt a fair hand. Living vicariously, was what she had.
"I think we're finally ready now. Garrett's probably waiting for us in the Zen garden already."
Sara nodded and fell into step with the two. Sara in the consume of the cool human girl, who refused to put her coat on yet, and the two bundled up Michelin man girls who had gotten dressed up early for Halloween. Marching down the hall in a row, side by side, like the soldiers in the wizard of oz. Ohhh-eeeee-Oh. Oh=ohhhh- Oh.
Despite the fact Sara’s tail curved up near the floor, instinctively to avoid being stepped on, there were still those fateful days that it happened. If it wasn’t stepped on, it was kicked. So there was a slight relief that iris had put the child on the other side to march. Much better than her first impression of Iris, that included some really bad aim, a rotten avocado, and Sara’s face.
"Paper to grade? I miss being able to multitask like that. Do you ever sleep anymore?"
“Not as often as my body wants, but if I didn’t sleep, I’d be caught up on papers.” And art work, and books, and everything.
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
They nearly passed a pair, who looked like they were waiting for someone. Sara was about to tap Iris on the shoulder when he stopped and turned back. Sara didn’t miss a step as they turned, and headed for the pair.
Peter was squirming on the spot, rubbing his stomach and trying to play it off. Garrett chuckled at him." You wanted grease, you got it." Peter grimaced and looked over at his friend."Please don't say grease. Even the thought is unsettling/" They were standing in the Zen Garden, enjoying the rows in the sand and the arrangements. Zen wasn't an unfamiliar concept to Garrett, though his obvious Chinese roots tended to push away from that concept naturally, like opposite magnetic poles.
They were both dressed in suits. Peter had a hard time fitting in his, post grease bloat. He was considering having Peter sit when he saw Iris. Iris and someone who looked familiar, though he couldn't place why. Something in the eyes of the other woman. Iris had a young girl with her. The bond between them made her an unlikely candidate as a sibling or student. He smiled warmly at the idea of Iris as a mother.
" Think they're going to be warm enough?", Peter said through a chuckle. Garrett nodded, his smile growing wider. They were bundled up tight. He wondered how they would take it once the trip shortened by half the globe. The child had to be sweating bullets in her bundle. Garrett wondered and eventually assumed that the blond with Iris must have been Sara Nobes. Iris informed him that she was coming along as the other emissary. She was also a mutant, Iris had informed him, though she wasn't clear as to what it was. Iris would only pass it off by telling Garrett he would know for sure before long.
The two ladies passed by them clearly wrapped up in their hurry to meet them. Peter chimed up. " Wow, Gary, I haven't seen two women blow you off so quick in a while. Losing your touch? Garrett replied, not missing a beat." Well, Pete, that's because I am taken. Women can see that kind of thing on a man. That's why I never dated in Med School. My heart has always belonged to Maya. Still does."
They watched as Iris seemed to finally catch on to passing them as she turned, Sara catching up to her as they tried to be formal while obviously overdressed and rushing. " Okay, Pete, time to put the business face on."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 13, 2008 23:26:13 GMT -6
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" Wow, Gary, I haven't seen two women blow you off so quick in a while. Losing your touch?"
" Well, Pete, that's because I am taken. Women can see that kind of thing on a man. That's why I never dated in Med School. My heart has always belonged to Maya. Still does."[/i][/color]
"Ha ha." Iris wrinkled her nose in amusement at the flip comments. "A pleasure to see you again, too, Doctor Wills." She shuffled her bag out of the way in order to give her friend a puffy-armed hug. Then she stepped back and gave them both a half-bow.
"Sorry we're late. My fault, as usual. I hope you weren't waiting too long." Years earlier, such an admission would have been accompanied by an embarrassed grimace. Now it simply came with honest apology, and a smile.
"This is my friend, Sara Nobes, PAX's English and Art teacher." She turned to introduce her companion.
"And this is my daughter, Starling." She placed her hand on the back of the little girl's coat proudly, despite the grumpy frown on her face.
"Hi," she grumbled.
"Sara, Star, this is my friend Garrett Wills. And...." She raised her eyebrows at the younger man, inviting him to finish her introduction.
Starling began fiddling with her coat, stealthily pulling the zipper further and further down, in attempt to rid herself of its burden. She got it about halfway down when Iris noticed, and reached down to pull it back up. The raven-haired child, crossed her arms in a pout.
Sara smiled as the direction of their steps changed and they found their way in front of the pair of men. Well man and boy… with a stomach ach judging by the amount of acidic smell that came from him. It took her a moment to recognize the older gentleman.
“Nice to meet you both. You might remember me from a while ago.” She said as she extended her hand to Garrett. Offering her hand to the younger gentleman as well. She’d remove her locket when they got where they were going. If Garrett didn’t recognize her before, then, he’d recognize her if… I mean when, she took that locket off.
Garrett and Peter returned the formal handshakes from Sara while Garrett returned the hug to Iris and waved at little Starling. Peter seemed to be smitten with Sara. She was certainly attractive, but so was I ris and every woman Garrett had met in his mutant life. " Yes, this is my assistant and good friend, Peter Grimes. We met at the Colony. Peter here will be transporting us to the Colony whenever you feel you are ready. No special luggage or equipment should be necessary, though I am sure you don't know why. We'll cover that soon enough." He looked over at Peter and winked.
Shaking Sara's hand he tried to feel a stroke of familiarity between the two of them, but couldn't seem to. " I don't recall the name right off ther top of my head, Sara, but I am just as pleased to meet you. Is it safe for me to assume that we are all mutants here? If so, we can resume our discussion at the Colony and then return here if you'd like to seal the deal and show me around. I wasn't sure of the itinerary beyond this."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 14, 2008 18:23:48 GMT -6
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Iris nodded, after glancing at Sara, in response to the question about everyone being mutants.
"I think we're all ready. Right?"
"Yes," Starling piped up, eager to get where they were going, so she could divest herself of her puffy parka. As an afterthought, she glanced at the two men and added, "Please," then looked back at her mother.
"Thank you very much for allowing us to see your home," Iris told them, a bit formally. "I've heard its very beautiful."
Thinking Garrett's question, and Headmaster Csendes' mission outline, she made another inquiry. "So, everyone there is a mutant?"
Garrett was much more composed than the look on Peter’s face, after Sara had shook his hand. While her illusion’ completion kept it’s light pinky tanned complexion, her feline nose darkened where no one could see it.
“Well once we get where we are going, I might look more familiar.” Sara shrugged, She pulled out her, crocheted, scarf and hat, and put those on. She’d wait to use the heavy coat, till she knew they were in the cold weather. She didn’t want to sweat, under it. Heavy coat and fur, could be asking for trouble.
Sara saw Iris, turn her head Sara’s way, when the question about if they were mutants wa asked, and they nodded together. Iris knew how obvious Sara’s mutation was, but Sara had been hiding it for a while. Hiding was natural to her now. Too natural, but, well,.. Yeah.
Sara smiled. “I’m ready. I’ll just follow you guys.”
Garrett made the reference of Sara's seemingly foreshadowing remark about remembering her. He looked to Peter, who was still clearly smitten with the girl. She was lovely, indeed. Looking back at Iris, he decided that the meeting had begun at the shaking of hands. He wanted to spur things on though, mostly so that little Starling could stop sweating. " Yes, Iris. We are all mutants. One hundred and sixty three at the last census. We all work in harmony there, free from the strife and fear that humanity has tried to instill in us over the years. We are completely self-sufficient and require minimal assistance from the outside world. It gives us a clear sense of independence and worth, not only as a people, but as a species."
He looked at Peter. Peter was still staring at Sara. Garrett cleared his throat, trying to get the young man's attention. " Pete. You still with us?" Peter nodded his head, eyes still forward, as if she might vanish like a mirage should he look away. Yeah, yeah. I am here. Where is the door going?" Garrett left his friend to his youthful ways as he turned his attention back to the women." I believe you two are versed in my mutation. Peter here can create spatial portals, or doors, which we can use to step to the Colony without any flights or baggage checks. We just need a door we could use for the portal. One that we could use permanently in the future would be best, however. Perhaps we could have a look around here and you could explain more of your end while we walk?"
His trademark soothing grin appeared as he looked at Iris and Starling. He was glad to see more familiar faces, though a nearly transparent one dominated his thoughts.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 19, 2008 20:06:24 GMT -6
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"Yes, Iris. We are all mutants. One hundred and sixty three at the last census."
"That's impressive," Iris replied happily.
"We all work in harmony there, free from the strife and fear that humanity has tried to instill in us over the years. We are completely self-sufficient and require minimal assistance from the outside world. It gives us a clear sense of independence and worth, not only as a people, but as a species."
"I'm glad you've found a way to work together peacefully," she commended, diplomatically avoiding the 'species' remark.
She'd struggled with defining mutants as separate from humans for years. In her year of working at PAX, she stopped fighting, and come to see them all as the same family of beings. However, given her own experience, she couldn't fault any mutant for wanting to separate themselves in the way the Colony had. No one was harmed, physically, in the separation.
It did remind her of her and Sara's secondary mission, though.
“Well once we get where we are going, I might look more familiar. I’m ready. I’ll just follow you guys.”
Sara's remark brought Iris around, and she looked to Garrett for direction as he turned toward his companion.
" Pete. You still with us?"
The younger man nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah. I am here. Where is the door going?"
"I believe you two are versed in my mutation. Peter here can create spatial portals, or doors, which we can use to step to the Colony without any flights or baggage checks."
"Perfect." Iris smiled down at Starling, knowing the little girl was itching to be out of her coat. However, the little one was staring up at her mother, with the most fascinated look on her face.
"We just need a door we could use for the portal," Garret was saying. "One that we could use permanently in the future would be best, however. Perhaps we could have a look around here and you could explain more of your end while we walk?"
Iris opened her mouth to reply, when Starling suddenly blurted out, "Why are you so happy?" to the men. Her mother blinked. She reached up to pull a bit of her hair forward, and saw it turning a very interesting shade of bluish-purple.
<"Oh dear...."> she thought to herself. That purple color could only mean one thing, she was fairly sure the emotion she was picking up on wasn't coming from Garrett. She glanced at Sara, who would know exactly what that color meant.
Aloud, she kept it simple. "Old friends sometimes get very happy to see each other when they've been apart a long time, Sweetpea. It's nothing unusual." Heh.... "Why don't we give them the tour of your school, and then we can go?"
The little girl stared at the two men suspiciously, not completely buying her mother's excuse.
"Here, Sweetpea, let me have your coat for a moment. I think that button is stuck."
Relief from the winter coat's heat sealed the deal, and the little girl immediately shrugged out of her vestment. Then she reached forward to grab Peter's hand, then Sara's, and began tugging toward the Academy.
With the girl's back turned, Iris turned toward Garret, whispered, "I'll explain later," and motioned to follow the leading trio.
(if no one likes this Idea, for the door, that is fine.)
Thinking of mutants as separate wasn’t that odd for Sara. Yet again, she could see things both ways. She knew he was different. She’d always been different, but it was also how people acted to you as well. The younger students at PAX saw through the differences more readily than the older students. That was one reason why Sara loved working with her kindergarten class. When they looked at each other, most students didn’t have it register in their heads, that they should find differences.
" Pete. You still with us?"
“Yeah, yeah. I am here. Where is the door going?"
Sara couldn’t help but enjoy the fact she was being stared at. Sure she was taken, and sure this wasn’t what she actually looked like, but she would take the attention, where she use to avoid it.
" I believe you two are versed in my mutation. Peter here can create spatial portals, or doors, which we can use to step to the Colony without any flights or baggage checks. We just need a door we could use for the portal. One that we could use permanently in the future would be best, however. Perhaps we could have a look around here and you could explain more of your end while we walk?"
“Good. I really hate long flights.” Sara admitted before her attention was drawn to iris’s hair. She tilted her head and her right eye brow raised. Was there something she was missing? It seemed she wasn’t the only one who had noticed. Threw the brief exchange, between mother and daughter, Sara’s eyes flicked between Garrett, and Peter, then back down to Starling, who had just grabbed her, and peter, by the hand.
“Alright, I’m coming.” Sara couldn’t do anything but hold in the laugh. “Hey Starling, Why don’t we show them the little theater, with the stage set that we painted a few months ago, with your class.” There was a door connected to the set, used as a stage prop, that Peter would, hopefully, be able to use. Sara didn’t know how this portal thing would work exactly, but all the other doors, to her knowledge, were in use. Including the library, broom closets, bathroom stall doors, and her supply room. Some of the instructors even shared class rooms. Plus if they used the door that had been used for the play set, there was a chance that the door could be portable. Sara didn’t know where that would come in handy, but is sure sounded cool.
Then reentered the building, and began heading towards the back, where there was a storage room for the performance props and scenery. Passing students on their way. “If there is something you wish to see while we are passing through the halls, just ask.” Sara told Peter. ”Do you have any specific questions about us?”
(OOC: I think it's a great idea. Now to make it work.)
Garrett was amused at his friend's fervor for Sara. She was attractive. There was no doubt about that. Although he chose to keep his knowledge to himself, he was mostly amused by the thought of what Peter was really drooling over. When he had shaken her hand, Garrett started his process of sketching the nervous system. It had become a reflex by now and while not instantaneous, generally came to his mind and senses in short time. So now he was trying not to stare at her himself. Not for the same reasons, but rather because there was a remarkably different neural system beneath this illusion. One with a tail.
Iris's suggestion of an explanation didn't seem too pressing as any man would already pick up on what was occurring. Mutations or not, biology was biology and little Starling thankfully didn't have to worry over that anytime soon. As they walked, Garrett noticed the genuine tranquility of the campus. Most of the actual school was virtual, but these physical parts spoke volumes for the strides this school was making in human and mutant relations.
They found themselves in a theater where he could see some of the interaction in progress. he smiled as an apparent student technical director was asking someone to test different gels with the lighting for a scene. The lighting was being changed quickly, and evenly, much too smooth for an effects board. Looking back at the lights he saw the usual set of ten or twelve lights, but there was a young girl actively changing the quality of the light. This new generation of children, like Starling, might not have to go through the things that their forebearers had. Wasn't that the wish of any generation, regardless of genetic coding?
They stood near a room containing props and scenery. Garrett assumed that this would be the door, though with the current activity, it seemed as if this wasn't the best place for it. H looked over at Peter, whose behavior had gone from amusing to irritating. He put his fingers in front of his face and made a crisp snap with them." I believe the lady asked you a question." He smiled politely to Sara, then his eyes went to her 'invisible' tail, watching it sway with his neural sight.
Peter blinked a few times slowly and then nodded. " Oh, yeah. Um, isn't this place a little busy for the door? I can do it anywhere, but I'd hate for one of your human kids to accidentally end up on the wrong side of the planet."