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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Aurum was cooing to her. She'd man handled him and they'd both ended up back on the asphalt. Somewhere along the way he had managed to get his arms around her and that calmed her greatly. Ghost was curled somewhat across his lap and still shaking and holding her stomach. Whatever Aurum was saying to her had at least stopped the screaming. She had her eyes closed very tightly and was shaking her head.
Something soft and slightly hairy nipped at her hand, and though she didn't jump she did make a loud noise and draw her hand up and away. Her other hand clutched all the more tightly to her stomach.
"Ghost, you've got to get up. We're going to get you out of here." She'd heard those words before. Aurum had been trying to help her before she'd been dragged away. Ghost had to wonder exactly what he meant since he had no transportation, but her eyes still remained glued closed. They were too exposed out there. Closing her eyes made it feel less so even if it wasn't actually real.
With the help of Aurum's hands at her waist and his arm around her shoulder Ghost made it to some wobbling feet. (She didn't actually register that Aurum didn't quite have 3 arms and the arm around her shoulder was, in fact, a tail.) She didn't like standing. It meant that her stomach was stretched up and that made it harder for her to keep it all inside. Aurum guided her free hand to something hairy, something hairy all over like an animal.
Okay so she couldn't stand there and hide from everything forever. She had to know what was so important that Aurum would go through the trouble. When she opened her eyes she wasn't disappointed.
Unicorn. Capital U.
She looked down at her stomach and jumped. When did it get whole again? She was missing time or... something. She wasn't right. Ghost threw her bloody arms around that Unicorn neck smudging his gleaming white coat with red. Unicorns don't hug back. Not with arms anyway.
And then Aurum was boosting Ghost up. They'd communicated somehow enough to get the message that Ghost was taking a uni-taxi out of here.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 24, 2009 23:27:20 GMT -6
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The hazel eyed man was a big help. It was his voice that calmed her hysterics. It was his body she clung to and his arms that held her until she stopped screaming, then helped her to stand again. All the unicorn could do in this form to make her feel better again was give half a hug with a tassel-ended tail. It was a little hard to snuggle with sharp hooves, and extra long horn, and four very bony legs. Nevertheless, he earned a slightly blood dampened hug around his neck for his efforts. He nickered softly in response, a horse's version of comforting words, and patted her back with his tail.
Sebastian bowed, lowering himself to his front knees, which brought his back lower to the ground. Aurum got the idea and helped Ghost the rest of the way up. To make sure she wouldn't fall off, the quadruped wrapped his tail around the the air girl's waist to make sure she wouldn't fall off. Unicorn tails had doubled as seat belts before seat belts had even been invented. Not that hanging on tight to his mane wasn't also highly encouraged. His tail didn't pack quite the power that a red monkey tail might, for instance.
Carefully, the unicorn stood to his full height once again. Ghost was not very heavy. His icy gaze met hazel and he nodded once, showing as best he could his appreciation for the man's help. He wished he could carry them both to safety, but the other man looked quite a bit more solid than the wraith of a girl on his back.
Without further ado, the unicorn carefully started out toward the street taking the girl away from the scene in the alleyway. She needed to get out of this place, to somewhere a little more comforting. He sidestepped debris and rubbish that had littered the streets from the various small catastrophes; he kept his pace to a quick walk to avoid jostling his passenger the best he could. As they passed by the open wound in the road, he was glad to see that a big red truck had arrived and was carefully lowering ladders down into the hole. He took comfort in the fact that the victims down below would be tended to by the emergency responders soon, even if he could not attend to them himself. His mission now was to get Ghost somewhere safe, which was not something that the humans in their dull yellow jackets and hard hats could do.
What could she possibly say to the friend and employee smeared with her blood? He had helped her and held her. He defended her against overwhelming odds to the best of his ability. He had been there when it mattered most. Ghost took in a hiccupy sob of air and nodded to Aurum. It was the biggest thank you ever and a small affirmation that she was going to be okay some day.
She was lucky that the stinging and burning at the corners of her eyes was making her vision slightly blurry. She under no circumstances wanted to see her friends fighting, did not want to see that man ever again. Hopefully someone was taking him to jail right this moment.
Ghost leaned forward until she lay along the length of the Unicorn's body. Her arms were around his neck still, but loosely. Her fingers didn't seem to want to work just yet but her arms were there to steady herself and the seatbelt-tail was a grand invention. When the damage came into view and the rescue workers that she had let down were staring at their passing, Ghost buried her face into that coarser Unicorn mane.
They were going away now. That was the most important part. The scary man would go to jail and the people in the hole would come out. Some wouldn't, but her stealing the Unicorn away would most likely not change that fact. She did the best she could and now she was going away.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 25, 2009 21:20:05 GMT -6
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Once they had slipped past the rubble and the rabble that had gathered to gawk at it, the path ahead of the steed and his noble rider was relatively easy. He kept his pace to a walk that would not jostle her into falling off, for she was not hanging on too terribly tightly and she didn't seem to be in much of a mood for getting deposited on her backside on some random sidewalk.
They must have made quite a sight, the white unicorn and the white haired girl, both smeared with drying blood though neither was injured, walking casually down the sidewalks of New York City. Sebastian tried to avoid the busier streets, but even in the back alleys to which he was slowly growing accustomed, there was the occasional surprised gasp or puzzled look. Two children had been playing in an improvised sand box stopped and stared silently as they walked past, only to begin shattering excitedly before the white pair was quite out of earshot.
Even at a walk, they were quickly put good distance between them and the site of the unsavory assaulter and the urban disaster he had left in his wake. They were headed to a place Sebastian thought Ghost would be most comfortable. She hadn't been too keen on the Sanctuary the last time she had been through such a trauma, so the unicorn brought her instead to a place that was now her own, what he hoped would be a safe haven for her even though she had once been shot there: Full Circle Bookstore. They were already passing the fabric outlet and were nearly to their destination. Only one more block.
It felt like forever. The world easily narrowed down to the rocking motion of a Unicorn's gait. How far would they walk? To California? Could they walk that long? Just when she thought forever was too long they were there. Or at least a block away. "The back?" And just as suddenly as she'd asked they were there. It didn't particularly bother her that she'd missed that small bit of forever.
It did bother her though when she was just as suddenly standing in front of the back door with the keys in her hands. The keys were rattling around and jangling in her shaking hand. It didn't seem to want to go into the keyhole. She had to stop and breathe for a moment before she could get the keys to calm down and do their job.
After she pushed open the back door, habit took over as she went to the alarm box and smudged the key code very clearly across the buttons in blood. She'd get that later. Somewhere along the way the keys had fallen out of her hand to plop onto the ground.
Couch. She shambled four or five steps toward the couch before she realized that the drying blood on herself was not something she wanted to share with the couch. She shambled back toward the ajar back door and into the staff room. There was a sink in there. And unlike the ladies' room it didn't have a mirror above the sink... and the sink was not a very nice sink. But it was a sink. Water came out of it and then went somewhere else just like it was supposed to.
Whether the Unicorn came inside or not didn't matter very much at this point. Ghost's world focused down to the water running in the sink and the removal of dirt, Unicorn hair, and blood. It was mostly on her hands... and stomach. She'd lost one shoe somewhere along the way and didn't have the presence of mind to take the single remaining spike heel off.
The water in the cracked white sink came out of the spigot clean and went down the drain pink. She would stay at the sink until everything was white again.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 27, 2009 0:48:29 GMT -6
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At the backside of the bookstore the unicorn stopped and his rider dismounted. He waited patiently while the white haired girl fumbled with the keys for a minute before she successfully unlocked the door. Not surprisingly, she still seemed shaken up by what had happened. She pushed open the door and left it wide open behind her. Sebastian wasn't sure if that was an invitation or not, but after a moments hesitation he followed her into the store.
As best he could he wiped his hooves on the mat and pushed the door closed behind himself with his nose. The lock would have to wait until he had opposable thumbs again. The keys had fallen on the floor right outside the bathroom where the slim woman was already at work washing away the remainder of the blood. The unicorn picked up the keys between his teeth and set them on the nearest available table as he passed. He moved into the front of the store so she could have a bit of privacy while she washed.
The place looked much cleaner than the last time he had been here and a mob had just attacked. Ghost had done a really nice job with it since then. He really should have come to see it sooner, but he had lost track of the passing time.
He looked around for a place where he could change. There were two other bathrooms, but the doors were the type with turning handles so there wasn't any way he could get into them at the moment. The next best thing was to duck behind the counter of the little coffee bar, so that's what he did. The backside of the counter as filled with different bags of coffee and tea, extra brewing pots, hot pads, cookie ingredients, and other useful items. Perhaps later a hot drink would be good for Ghost to help her calm down.
“Maroww.”
The unicorn looked up from reading the different types of tea available. A white cat with black splotches peered back at him suspiciously from his perch on top of the register. The unicorn exhaled at him by way of greeting and introduction, and the cat pawed his nose, as if he knew it was a fake. He had seen a cat that looked a lot like this his first day in New York City. Perhaps this was even the same one. If it was, he'd already seen a unicorn transformation in the opposite direction, so this should be nothing new.
Second by second the unicorn aged. After a minute it was obvious that he was changing. The coat that covered his back had shed most of it's fur to leave the gleaming irridescent scales that had inspired legends of the qilin in Asia. After another minute, his remaining fur around his neck and feet had lost its glossy shin and his legs were twisted with arthritis. Soon he had to lay down because his feeble old legs could no longer support his weight well. He wheezed a last breath, then let out a small cry and waved a tiny fist in the air. Childhood passed quickly, adolescence even more so, and finally a full grown unicorn man stood behind the counter.
“There,” he said quietly to the cat and rubbed it behind the ears, “I'm back to my own self.”
Her fingers had puckered like wet prunes long before she felt that she was clean enough. In all honesty a shower was needed but until she had a change of clothes this was as close to clean as she was getting.
A baby's cry made her pull her hands out from under the stream of water. A baby? In her store? All alone? She turned back to the stream and splashed her face with water. She cut off the flow by slamming down the handle and then blew harshly on her upper lip to clear the dripping water from dripping over her mouth.
She was probably just going crazy. That was a comforting thought...
Ghost ran her fingers over her face and through her hair. She didn't have a towel and her clothes were dirty. She just had to make do with smearing the excess liquid around.
It took her two steps to get to the cubby holes and two steps to recognize that her legs were not the same height. She slipped out of the heel and it felt good to stand on the water soaked hem of her pants. The only cubby with anything useful held a small hand towel and on closer inspection it was a towel from the coffee bar anyway. Probably an errant terry cloh that missed the rolling laundry bin before it was picked up by the service.
She dabbed her face dry and felt a little less crazy.
Her shirt was a sort of tummy peekaboo number with it's obvious claw marks, but at least it had all its buttons. The ruffles along the front looked sort of deflated now. Ghost shrugged out of the suit jacket and it's wet arms sucked at her skin under the shorter shirt sleeves. She left the coat on the edge of the sink and took the damp towel to go clean off the alarm system.
The back door was closed, she noticed, and her keys were no where to be seen.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 27, 2009 1:43:42 GMT -6
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“Mew,” said the white cat with black spots here and there as he looked the unicorn man up and down.
“You're right, of course,” answered the man who had only minutes ago been a unicorn.
He couldn't just stand around in a lady's store without any clothing on. With a pale hand the healer rummaged through the things behind the counter, hoping for a towel or something like it. All he could find was a green apron with Full Circle's logo on it. Too bad Ghost didn't run a haberdashery. Still, it was better than nothing which was what he had currently, so he slipped the string over his horn and around his neck and tied the straps behind him. There wasn't anything else behind the counter that seemed like it would be useful. His tail swished sadly, feeling especially exposed.
The running water in the bathroom had stopped. Sebastian surveyed his viridian raiments. While it wasn't exactly something he would want to lounge around in, he was probably covered enough to go ask Ghost a question. He peeked through the doorway to the back rooms where Ghost was wiping off the electrical thing on the wall with the numbered buttons on it.
“Ghost, do you have any extra clothing lying about by any chance?”
Distantly, Ghost heard Caylee mew. A soft murmur replied to her. She probably had just lost her food bowl or perhaps found a cricket. She did love crickets.
The blood was tacky and brown and took some actual scrubbing to get off of the alarm system. It was a delicate job. Push too hard and she'd accidentally push a button and have to poke at the cancel button. Push too lightly and the blood didn't seem to pay her washing attempts any heed.
Yes, she was feeling decidedly less crazy up until the point when Sebastian spoke. To her credit, she didn't jump. It almost felt like she'd never be surprised again. She turned her head and immediately realized that assessment was wrong.
Sebastian, in the hall way, with an apron. Yes. If this were clue and the competitors were trying to figure out whodunnit and killed Ghost, that was the answer.
"I have-- uhm-- in the--" My, he had shapely legs.
She put her hand against the wall to brace herself as she turned away from the sight. There was a man dressed only in the store's livery. And it wasn't just any man! It was the man that had saved her time and again and had promised to take her dancing. Like maybe a date. Usually one didn't see the whole package before the first date, right?
"I'll check." She was pretty sure that even her ears were burning red. It would explain the dizziness and the thumpy-thump number happening in her chest. Ghost shambled with some haste into the employee room to rummage in other people's things. They would understand that it was an emergency, right?
To her dismay there only seemed to be shirts. Smelly shirts. But Shin's cubby held the prize she was looking for. A slightly coffee-stained white over shirt. It was baggy as per Shin's uhh... style. She was doubtful that there were pants in any of these cubby holes. "I have a shirt, but pants..." She turned around and was red faced all over again. But was exactly right, his buttocks would be hanging out if he was only wearing a shirt and apron.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 29, 2009 23:51:00 GMT -6
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Each culture had its own version of modesty; some places required toe to neck cloth while in others wearing a loincloth was overdressing. In America he'd seen every state of dress, from the men who carried briefcases and wore black ties and shiny shoes everyday to the teenagers that frolicked at the seaside with nothing on but a few triangles of fabric held on with strings. From the color of Ghost's ears it was apparent that he had offended her version of modesty.
The white haired girl only stared a moment then turned quickly away. Sebastian's own face was flushed as well. Embarrassment was contagious.
“I-I'm terribly sorry,” he stammered. “When I shift the clothes get left behind. I thought you might need someone to talk to, but this was all I could find to wear in the store. And- I really am very sorry,” he apologized again. Maybe they should have gone somewhere else after all, or made a stop at the random alley where he'd left his own vestments. If he could have turned tail and run away he would have, but that would be even less gentlemanly than staying. She'd had a shock, or rather two now, and should probably not be left alone for awhile.
Ghost retreated to rummage around in the employee cubbyholes while he Sebastian awkwardly shifted his weight and tried to decide if he should duck back behind the coffee and tea counter. By the time he had decided that the bathroom was a better place to seek refuge, Ghost had returned with a shirt and a fresh blush.
>>>"I have a shirt, but pants..."
“Thank you,” he bowed, resorting to the polite gestures of the Siamese monastery where he had spent the previous decade or so before coming to the New World. He hadn't quite learned all the rules of etiquette here, obviously, or he wouldn't end up in such an awkward situation. “I'll see what I can do with that.”
The blushing unicorn man backed into the washroom where the blood spattered girl had just finished washing away all the outward signs of her harrowing adventure. After closing the door, he inspected the shirt. If he put it on under the apron it would cover his arms and shoulders, but it wouldn't add any length to his outfit, which was what he needed more. If he wrapped it around his waist, it was large enough to function almost like a skirt.
Neck holes weren't meant to be waist holes, but he was thin enough and the shirt was large enough that he could button up the buttons three fourths of the way to the top along the side of his left leg. He then tied the sleeves together and tucked them in to cover where a chest would normally go, but where his left hip was instead. In the end, it looked a bit like the white kilts he'd worn back in Egypt so many years ago, except he now also wore an apron on top.
He opened the door again and stepped out tentatively to ask, “Is this better?”
That was good to know, about the clothes thing. Calley seemed to have the same issue, though he seemed to strut his stuff just as easily (maybe more easily) than walking around in clothes. Sebastian had a bit more of a dignified reddening of the cheeks.
He thanked her and took the offered shirt to the back for some quick MacGyvering. Ghost had an attack of morbid curiosity when the unclothed backside of a man passed her by. She wanted to look. He had a tail for goodness sakes! Could she really be blamed for wanting to know how things... attached?
Rather than give in to temptation or let herself die of the combination of curiosity and embarrassment, Ghost decided to do something productive. Tea. They needed tea. Tea became her new priority in life. It was a very, very safe topic to think about.
The water went into the pot. The pot went on the burner. The Unicorn man was shorter than herself. She suddenly wondered if-- No! No, there were tea bags around here somewhere. The pot was actually intended for coffee brewing, but she'd only turned on the burner. After popping enough orange peoke tea bags in to bob around in the warm water she needed something else to be busy.
By the time Sebastian returned from the staff room, Ghost had moved one of the cafe tables close to the little two seater couch that butt up against the back of the coffee bar. She'd wanted to sit somewhere comfortable, not in the metal chairs. She had cleared the table of it's display and set out two coffee mugs on two saucers, two napkins, set up the sugar and milk and stirrers and started wiping down the tops of the book shelves with a damp cloth to rid them of excess dust. She made sure to wipe them down from the front side of the store so that there were always books between her curiosity and the answers to that curiosity.
A tentative “Is this better?” wafted down the hall.
"Yes!" Ghost had practically squeaked it out without even looking, but after clearing her throat and poking her head around a well placed bookshelf she actually nodded to him. Yes. She had definitely not expected he to turn it into a shirting toga, but it was much more than she'd initially imagined and somehow more than she'd hoped. "Uhm, there's tea." The pot was still on the burner no doubt still warming, but the set up was all there. The tea could be done brewing, though. Belatedly, Ghost thought that she could have added alternative sitting options.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 30, 2009 22:12:59 GMT -6
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The young bookstore owner had kept herself busy while he was off doing his best to make himself decent. As he wandered back toward the front of the store he noticed that she had prepared a place for them to sit and have a hot drink. She had then moved on to dusting. Dusting wasn't, perhaps, what he would have chosen to do after being nearly killed and thoroughly traumatized though he had to admit that inflicting order and method upon one's surroundings to regain some semblance of a feeling of control might indeed be calming.
His host squeaked out a affirmative response that his current attire was acceptable, and even followed it up with a nod. The unicorn man was immeasurably relieved. He didn't want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was after her ordeal.
>>>"Uhm, there's tea."
And so there was.
“I was going to suggest we have some, but you've beaten me to it. Tea is perfect for calming the nerves.” Sebastian made his way to the couch that she had set up. He wasn't quite sure if he should let her finish making the tea because she was the host, or if he should have her sit and take over the task because she was supposed to be the one who needed caring for after all that had happened. Or perhaps she wanted to finish dusting first. Umm.
“I'll check to see if the water is ready,” it was almost a question more than a statement. If she took offense to his taking over what she had started, he was giving her the chance to speak up. The immortal slipped back behind the counter, petting the white and black cat as he walked past. On one of the counters was a black machine with several buttons on it, several lights, and a small green screen that was scrolling a message. There were a number of glass pots on it, but only one held tea. It was just starting to steam and would be boiling any time.
The unicorn shifter puzzled for a moment at which button he should press to turn it off. There were quite a few choices: an up arrow, a down arrow, a select button, a start button, and one red lever. Red meant stop on road signs and traffic lights, so perhaps that is what it meant here as well. He pressed the lever with one finger and was quite surprised when instead of turning off, water splashed out of a tap below it and onto the floor. Oops.
Tea under normal circumstances was probably just as wonderful as Sebastian suggested. But tea served at a private party by a horned man in a toga was like some kind of twisted fantasy. She would never have been creative enough to imagine this for herself, but now that she was here... Ghost dusted harder.
Tea was most likely not going to calm her nerves in this instance. His chest was still peeking out in places and unfortunately she couldn't even fully blame it on that. Fully clothed, he'd be less intimidating but this was still Sebastian. He always took her from the frying pan and put her into the less-than-dead-but-still-embarrassing fire.
But he was checking the water anyway. "You might take out the bags." Her tone and the very words were an answer to his question. Not only should he fetch the tea, but she had given him a task and purpose with it.
She tried to sound casual. The tea may very well be over strong since she'd left the bags in, but then she obviously needed extra comfort. Sebastian seemed casual enough now that he had his toga. The fact that he wasn't tense meant that it was possibly okay. The toga thing. Well, he wasn't running around like a crazy carnal fantasy or anything. At least he was ... respectable. In a contemplating coffee maker sort of way.
Ghost clung to her little bits of sanity.
Dusting done, she went to take her place on the two seater. It was tea time. But Sebastian still seemed confused by the glorified hot pad. In fact, he pulled the steamer lever and started dumping water onto the floor. Ghost reached around the hot metal and flipped one of the only lit switches on the machine into the off position with surprising speed. She was actually more used to turning it off from this direction since she typically closed the... the store! Oh no! It was work hours, they should be open not sipping tea in the dark!
Ghost actually took two steps in the direction of the revolving door before her hand grazed her shredded shirt. Blink. Oh. Well, she wasn't exactly presentable in her soggy and blood stained suit. What a waste of a suit! What a waste of a day!
She flopped down on the little couch again feeling all kinds of mixed emotions about the world in general. Something very soft breathed in next to her ear and Ghost yelped and stood very quickly. Caylee darted off the couch and Ghost remembered the water that had been dumped. She made her miserable way behind the bar to help Sebastian mop up the remains of the mess.
Posted by Sebastian on Aug 31, 2009 22:36:07 GMT -6
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Ghost came to his rescue with the teapot and turned the complicated thing off for him. It would seem that one of the lights was actually a switch; he never would have guessed.
“Thank you, I'm not very good with new technology.”
The unicorn shifter blushed, embarrassed by his own inability to figure out the machine, and turned toward the sink to deal with the tea. As she suggested, he took out the tea bags and set them on a saucer in the sink. There was an oven mitt near the sink that would work as a trivet, so the pot wouldn't ruin her table. As for the water he'd let spill all over the floor, a small rag from the sink took care of most of it. In bending down to wipe up the mess, he missed Ghost's little dash toward the door and back again. He did stand up in time to see the white and black cat startle her up from her couch seat, but he didn't comment on it.
Instead, he walked around the counter to pour tea for both of them in the mugs on the table. The oven mitt went onto the table between the mugs and the pot went on top of it. There would be plenty left if they wanted more. It looked as though he was meant to sit of the couch next to her, only because there was no other chair close by.
He sat down, tail on one side and Ghost on the other. He hadn't been aware until just that moment of how thin the cotton fabric for his makeshift kilt was. He could practically feel the texture of the cushion beneath him, of his tail against the side of one leg, and of Ghost's pant leg against the other. That wasn't the kind of thought proper for someone who was supposed to be consoling another, so the unicorn shifter distracted himself by taking a generous sip of his tea. It scalded his lips, tongue and everything else between his teeth and his stomach. A gasp of air helped cool it, and it quickly healed itself, but he would still be letting it cool a little bit more before he tried it again.
“Be careful, it's very hot.” His caution was probably unnecessary after the gasp and quick setting down of his cup.
“Thank you, I'm not very good with new technology.”
"It's refurbished..." She mumbled. Not that it made it better or anything that the equipment wasn't exactly brand new. Probably very little of anything invented in the recent decade or so was still considered new to him, even if it was older than herself. Remembering his age always made her feel a bit foolish. What did make sense to a man older than recorded time itself?
She found herself dabbing at her forehead with the back of her hand and tossing the limp rag into the rag bin while Sebastian made nice with the tea. She took her place on the couch, loaded her cup with sugar and a bit of milk and took her time stirring it before picking it up far too casually for its supposed heat. She often had to turn the shower on extra hot to be able to feel the warmth. It was the same with cold which was how she'd ended up spending Christmas with DocProf.
Her body was definitely not normal even under the usual circumstances. She always felt a bit cool to the touch and she was always quite pale, but today she maintained a bit of a sheen to her skin. She was out of sorts, a body ripped apart and hastily put back together. It worked, it talked, it walked, but the mind was still worried that something was missing or might still be exposed when it aught not.
The unicorn made sounds that the tea was too hot for him, but Ghost was already sipping at her cup. Her eyes only glanced over the rim of the cup to see the shifter when he warned her about it audibly. She lowered the cup to her knees which she drew up in front of her and resorted to breathing in the steam despite her shaky hands. Well, it was warm... but if she was burning herself she really hadn't noticed. She looked into the cup she cradled. After this, no doubt her hands would feel warm to the touch at least.
"Oh." And suddenly things were back to feeling awkward. She really should have set up alternative seating options. Ghost sipped her over sweet tea again because it was better than thinking about what to say or do next.