The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 17, 2010 11:04:32 GMT -6
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What would he say in this situation? Andrew would stumble over his words and admit that he was a coward and that he had simply panicked for what was likely no reason at all. In this state of mind though he simply allowed for another smile. He'd tell some of the truth but he'd downplay it. He looked around, to satisfy both his inner need to be sure that her caution wasn't justified and to humor her.
"I think it is alright. I don't see anyone following us. I'm just not used to someone being able to tell I'm a mutant that easily."
She declared that if anything happened they were in it together and then gave him a name to call her by. Like everything else in this encounter it was unusual, Ahorta. It suited her though.
"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm Andrew. Shall we get this shopping trip under way?"
He adjusted his hold on one of his own bags and gestured to the store. It was time to move the scene along. They'd stood out on the street long enough and it was time to give the audience a change of background at least.
Confused, he voiced his concern on how quickly Ahorta had pinned him as a mutant, but Ahorta did not smile, she just raised an eyebrow. "I didn't? I mean, I can't tell you're a mutant," she shrugged. It dawned on her, slowly, but surely, she realized she had used the word 'mutant' instead of people. It was by default, just a word she was more comfortable with. Plus, if anyone reacted repulsively, it meant they were not mutants, and they generally ran away or she ran them off. Laughing a little when she realized how it looked like she was some kind of a mutant radar, she spoke up again. "You told me you were a mutant," she said, simple as that.
Beginning to make her way to the store, she elaborated a bit more, just for clarification's sake. "I refer to everyone as mutants, if they aren't, they realize I am one and they leave me alone. I hate attention from non-mutants. I said mutant in front of you, and you thought I could sense it, I can't, but you told me, didn't you? Be careful with that, sometimes, they go after you and try to pry the truth from you by saying little stuff like that and seeing if you correct them, go along, or deny it completely," she advised him. That's how they did it in interrogations. They would say something like "We found what you left behind at the crime scene," the quick answer would be that they did, and you confess everything, but later find out they never found anything, but they were hoping that by a simple lie, you would spill the entire can of beans. Usually, it worked, but not on Ahorta.
Though Andrew was quite a human name, she resolved it quickly by mentally calling him Rew, it was enough like his name to not insult him, but just less human. Most humans would call him Andy or Drew, even An was a human name, not Rew, it was abnormal enough. Anything associated with the common human being was frowned upon by her, but she was aware he was a mutant, and a very nice mutant at that. What were his powers? "Humans are gross and judgemental, hope you don't mind if I call you Rew so it lessens the similarities?" she said, unaware that even though she was trying to act like everyone else, abnormally, she was still dripping her her language and word choice with her psychotic mentality. Then again, how could she stop herself? Crazy people don't know they're crazy...
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 18, 2010 10:59:38 GMT -6
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Ok, so she wasn't able to detect mutants. That made him a bit more comfortable. He was now back into odd circumstances that he could handle without the need for a mental crutch to carry him along. It was actually a pretty clever way of making sure that most people left her alone. It was something that Andrew was almost tempted to try, that is if he could bring himself to say that he was a mutant so casually.
"Oh, ok. I get it. That's pretty smart actually."
While they walked to the store Ahorta reinforced her hatred of humans, calling them gross and judgmental. Andrew might have argued with her on that. If he weren't absolutely sure what would happen to him if humans ever found out about his mutation and took a notion to use it. Either that or they could decide to kill him. Andrew didn't like either option that well so he simply silently agreed with Ahorta.
"Rew works."
Any other person would have been wondering about Ahorta's sanity at that time. While Andrew had doubted it at first now he simply put her down as a little odd. Much of what she said made sense to him. It was a similar, if more extreme, mode of living to the one he followed. At least when he wasn't telling other mutants about himself left and right. Maybe mutants were ok and humans were the ones he really needed to watch. That would make sense given his recent interactions with either species.
Rew complimented Ahorta's intelligence, though she was aware it was not because she was smart, it was just because it was a common enough word to her that she never thought to shelter it. In a way, she was smart by not filtering her mouth, which would be a smart thing. She was, however, appreciating how Rew was not going on about how he felt about humans. In her past experiences, a mutant either feels strongly for or against humans. There were those that she ran into that would speak for a long time about how mutants are superior, but even they did not share Ahorta's views. Some wanted mutants to rule over humans, that humans be slaves. That was about as pointless as using hellhounds as footrests in Heaven. If you already had a utopia of mutants on the earth, why ruin it with humans?
Still, others felt that humans and mutants could co-exist. Sure, maybe that was possible in future years, and by future years, that would be in at least one hundred years, but it most certainly would not happen these days, the best idea would be to be left alone by humans. Look how long it took for women to get rights? African Americans? The Irish? The Chinese? The Hispanic? It has been proven, it takes a while for two species to get along, so why act like it could be done today? She was perfectly happy just staying away from humans, and not protecting them.
As the doors slid open to the grocery store, a burst of air rippled through her black hair. What was the point of that? Ahorta had always believed it was a means of tracking people. Let's say someone is sentenced to ten years in prison, fed the same food with an inactive chemical inside of it for five years, but one day, the prisoner escaped. In order to catch him, they send this chemical through those bursts of air at every day grocery stores that will not harm the common person, but to someone who has that dormant chemical in their system, maybe they just need that burst to activate it and they have a heartattack. Then they are rushed to the emergency room and ID'ed as an escape convict. It was genius. Thus, Ahorta had held her breath and covered her eyes before walking through it. "I hate that vent," she growled after she had cleared it, heart attack free.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 18, 2010 17:01:32 GMT -6
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Ahorta grew quiet for a moment or two and Andrew left himself to his own thoughts. She seemed to hate humans. Andrew didn't hate them per say. A better summary would be that he was afraid of them. Best would be to say that he was reasonably afraid of people in general, human or mutant. At least Andrew thought his fear was reasonable. Having never actually had his mutation used against him or used for someone's selfish scheme he didn't actually know whether it was or not. However it was entirely reasonable to be afraid when someone else could put you in a situation that would either ruin your life or kill you right?
His thoughts were interrupted by Ahorta grumbling about the vent at the grocery store entrance. Andrew enjoyed the burst of air but he was sure she had a reason. Andrew shrugged it off. He was quite willing to let little oddities like that go for someone who understood the extra caution he tried to take with other people. It only took one person to screw up your life after all. Especially for a mutant.
"So where are we headed?"
Since Andrew had already done his shopping he was quite content to merely follow Ahorta and carry things when told. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. He had no way of knowing how much Ahorta intended to get without asking. For someone like Ahorta he was more willing to respect privacy and not share his own thoughts than he would with others.
"My room is dirty, I need to clean it," she said, by room she meant herself and all the clothes she was wearing, but her room could be cleaned up as well. Ironically, one of her fears are chemicals, so cleaning could get very tedious, especially when you have to clean with a sponge and water. She could use some chemicals, when she was wearing protective material, those rubbed gloves, black, not yellow, yellow attracted too much attention and she read somewhere yellow attracted bees! Plus, she had to be fully decked out in plastic covering before handling chemicals.
The alcohol isle was ahead and Ahorta felt a chill run down her spine as she remembered her father's drunken sputtering. "*censored*, yah're nevah goin anywha in lifffffe, yah're worthlessssss, jusssst li'e yahr mothurrr. WOOAMAN!" It spawned her fear for alcohol along with many other fears, and thus she stopped in front of the isle, right before she reached it. Holding her eyes closed, she sort of sprinted to the next isle, not daring a glance at the alcohol for fear it would captivate her blood with a single glance.
As if this were normal routine, she continued to the cleaning section and picked out a couple of blue sponges, a spray bottle, and some lysol. Though she would save the lysol for last, she needed some chemicals to clean. Just like how you had to survive the night to get to day, Ahorta had to deal with the chemicals if she wanted her room as clean as it needed to be. She also grabbed some cheap shampoo and soap. If they were drugging the shampoos and soaps like they did to the ventilation system, they would guess she'd go for the richer stuff, wanting something that could really exfoliate her skin, but even the cheap stuff did it's work, and it was safer. A cheap, yet well known shampoo and soap.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 19, 2010 11:24:27 GMT -6
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After asking where they were going Andrew pretty much stayed quiet. He followed Ahorta through the store. It was a little perplexing when she ran past the alcohol like it were a gigantic demon poised to devour her whole. Andrew thought about it while Ahorta picked out cleaning supplies. Being focused on his thoughts Andrew didn't bother to pay much attention to what Ahorta picked up. He couldn't figure out why she'd be afraid of the alcohol but his own fears didn't make much sense to an outside observer either.
Fear was like that Andrew figured. While it was entirely rational and justified to the person afflicted with it it made no sense to others. Andrew thought his fear of being used by other people was perfectly reasonable given his situation. What others thought of it he had no idea. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what other people thought of his fears. Andrew might seem just as mad to them as Ahorta had initially come off to him.
Picking another topic straight out of his head Andrew ran over the things he had to do yet for his various classes. It was a short list for now. That was the good thing about summer classes. Most professors didn't give nearly as much work for a summer course. Andrew roused himself from his thoughts as Ahorta grabbed some shampoo and soap. Well that had killed a little bit of time.
A mental slap echoed in Ahorta's mind as she realized she had let her guard down. There was one thing she needed to be wary of with other's mutations: what they were. If they were destructive to her, she needed to get away. With all of the fear inducing mutants (though she has no problem inducing her own fears due to her mental instability), telepaths, empaths, and the sharp mutants, one could never be too careful. Even if she did find herself at ease with mutants, there were the select few who could not be trusted. Maybe she had let down her trust enough, maybe she had let herself become vulnerable.
A quick glance to Rew sort of calmed her down. If he was a dangerous mutant or a spy, wouldn't he be focused on her? He'd be watching her to see if she would make a violent move, see if she's figured him out. Rew seemed to be fixed in his thoughts though, that glazed over look in his eyes that showed that he was not really focused on what he was seeing. Almost as if his eyes had glued to the back of his head, not by rolling back, but by looking backwards, inversely. It was a strange thought, but many things were strange these days, especially in this city.
"I forgot to ask, what's your power then anyways?" she asked, non-chalantly. She did not want to raise any alarm by getting in his face, best way to do it was to play it cool. She really hoped he was not a mutant that could produce sharp things. Not to mention that mutant who lingered in her dreams, that was a little scary, a mutant in her head! Ahorta could not even find her own way around her head, neither could the psychiatrists, psychologists, doctors, and neurologists, how can a mutant wander around so easily in a brain that's not their's?
Trust. The word danced through her mazed mind, reminding her that in order to gain something, you have to give a little bit. Maybe she would only tell him one of her two mutations. After all, she hardly touched anyone to even use this power, she was scared of contact with others. Twitching her nose and pouting her lips a little under her mask, she spoke up again to reassure him. "I have acidic bones, like when I sweat, I produce acid. But don't worry, my gloves have been dipped in a base to balance it out. Plus, I don't touch anyone really," she said, darting away from the alcohol aisle again.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 22, 2010 15:52:22 GMT -6
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He should have expected it. When he'd admitted to being a mutant he should have expected her to eventually inquire about his mutation. However he had let himself get lax. He'd become almost comfortable in her presence and thus had been unprepared for her question. It brought his waning cautiousness back full force. The actor that had been slowly sinking back into his mind took over again as Andrew panicked about the repercussions of her his power.
Meanwhile she gave him a little something to entice him to trust her. She told him her mutation. She had what she called acidic bones. Her body naturally produced acid. Andrew had been walking around with a mutant that dangerous?! Outwardly he was calm about it. His character was a lot braver than he was. Thus a little thing like his new acquaintance being revealed as an acid mutant wouldn't phase him. Inside though he was a mess.
"Well, I make promises. If I break them I get hurt."
Andrew reminded himself that he'd already met other dangerous mutants to calm himself down. Sam could have frozen him solid. Amber could have turned into some huge dinosaur and eaten him. Neither of them had. Ahorta wouldn't be any different he reasoned. The power didn't make the mutant, it only shaped him. Ahorta was still Ahorta regardless of her ability.
Who was the crazed mutant to judge Rew's mutation? She had heard a lot of odd mutations: people turned into slugs (which was repulsive to the paranoid mutant), some could manipulate cotton (what was the point of that other than to be the best clothing manufacturer in the world?) and some other mutant could change the color of her skin at will! There were the strong mutations: the elements, the body advancements, the telepaths. Then there were the defensive mutations: the instant healers, in invulnerable, the inpenetrable. Then there were the dangerous: the acidic mutants, the poison-lipped, the coma-inducing by a glance. Then there were the uncategorized: the cotton manipulators, the slug transformers, the skin changers, the promise keepers. Still, that was one of the oddest powers she had ever heard. Then again, there were some parts of the mutants that sounded odd.
"But you have to agree to the promise before it can take affect right? I don't like making promises in the first place, those that make them hardly ever uphold the moral bind of trust and it's quite hard to keep all of the promises you make," she sort of laughed. She could see why he hesitated on stating his power, a promise keeper that has to do what you ask or he gets hurt so long as he agrees to it. A quick tug at her twisted mind informed her that she could use this to her advantage, but she could not figure out how she could use that if not for only her own personal protection.
She debated whether to further her bond with the curious Rew by asking if he would promise he wouldn't hurt her, but she would probably just save that for later. There was no need to bombard him with anything he didn't need at the moment. Standing in line, she kept her distance from the great ugly brute in front of her, his bald spot casting a glare upon her vision and his sweaty backside drenched through his unpleasantly stained tee-shirt, drenching it with the smell just as heavily. Scrunching her nose under he mask, she backed up even further, glaring at him with narrow eyes, darting from one stain to the next. How could anyone live like that? So filthy?
As she continued to glare, something ripped through his pants, something light brown and bare skinned, growing longer and longer as his shirt stretched it's boundaries. Taking her focus from the tail that was sprouting, Ahorta watched the fur slink through the pores in his arms and she let out a small squeal. Turning around, the man glanced at her through beady black eyes. After taking in her physical appearance, he sort of smirked, glad he frightened such a crazy woman, yet with the smirk, he revealed his buck teeth. With every second, his rat-like appearance transformed him and Ahorta ran for shelter behind Rew, not taking her narrow eyes from the man. The cashier raised a curious eyebrow and looked from the frightened girl in a facemask, back to the perfectly normal looking, slightly obese man that Ahorta was running from, trying to piece things together.
((OOC: it's a paranoia thing she has, Andrew wouldn't be able to see this, it's all in Ahorta's head))
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 23, 2010 19:07:49 GMT -6
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Andrew gave a nod in agreement with her statement.
"Yeah, I have to agree to it or it doesn't work."
Of course Ahorta was right. A lot of people didn't keep their promises. Even Andrew was capable of breaking his. It was simply that where most people never saw any consequences for doing so Andrew did. He had the scars to prove it. They'd moved on to the check out line now. All was fine for a moment or two. Well, except the smell coming off of the sweaty bald man in front of Ahorta. Why didn't some people follow basic hygiene? It was frankly disgusting and Andrew was fairly sure Ahorta was disgusted too.
However moments later she was hiding behind him in an obvious effort to keep away from the man. Ahorta didn't seem likely to be forthcoming so Andrew was left to handle the situation. He picked his brain for some excuse. What could he say to pass this off? Finally something occurred to him and he looked at the man and the cashier apologetically.
"I'm sorry. She gets like this sometimes. Neither of you are at fault I assure you." he lied as smoothly as he could.
Frankly the man was more than a little disgusting. If he'd bothered to bathe then maybe he wouldn't have sparked whatever problem Ahorta was having. Hopefully he'd just finish his business and leave. In the meantime Andrew would try to cover for Ahorta as best he could.
Ahorta paused. For a moment, it seemed as though Rew understood her, even tried to cover her. As Ahorta took shelter behind the promising mutant, he bombarded the entrance, as if to make it known that Ahorta would be protected, no matter what promise was made. An over-whelmind sense of accomplishment reeled over her. Had someone actually kept a promise? Whether mutation or not, had he been faithful by bounding himself in an agreement based on body movement or had he actually been deep enough to indulge in verbal areement?
The questions swarmed Ahorta's mind and she took a few seconds to review them. Had he been a mutant that understood her power and saught to steal it, then he would have taken it long ago. No, he must have been trustworthy. Trustworthy enough to cower behind him. He made up excuses, yet Ahorta did not move, at least not until the large man moved from her spot in line. The man looked back, passing his eyes between Ahorta and Rew until finally, he made his move to exit the supermarket.
Ahorta expelled a long breath before turning to Rew, a look of astonishment and admiration in her eyes. "Did you see him? You saved me! You kept him from eating me! I am forever in your debt!" and with one swift motion, she had done the unexpectable: touched him. However cautiously it had been, she wrapped her left around him, silently applauding him for his actions with this small, minor seek of appraisal.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 0:39:20 GMT -6
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It was an odd feeling for Andrew. He was protecting someone, instead of seeking protection himself. Whatever it was that made Ahorta afraid didn't make him fear at all. It was something he was not used to at all. It was unfamiliar territory that should have made him cautious. The role reversal felt good in a way though. He was quickly back in his shell though the moment the man looked back at him and Ahorta.
Andrew didn't like that look. They'd have to be careful when they left. He might try to jump them. He didn't understand why but Ahorta was afraid of him and that was enough. A long breath from Ahorta broke into his thoughts. When he looked he saw in her eyes something he hadn't seen from someone in a long time, admiration. It was mingled with shock but it was still there. Like someone hadn't expected help and was surprised to find it. He'd seen pity, he'd seen confusion, and many other emotions on people's faces when they'd looked at him. Admiration hadn't been there since before his mutation had sprung to life.
"I was glad to help."
Then she touched him. Only minutes ago she said she didn't really touch anyone. Yet she was moved enough by his defense of her to risk touching him? Whatever it was about that guy that had set her off must of been pretty horrible. Andrew risked a smile and found that it sat well on his face for the few moments it was there. Being the hero felt absurdly good. Andrew would have to do it again sometime, if he could.
While her appreciation for her fellow mutant's help did not go unfortgotton, she let go of him and pulled away, a few extra inches away as if to ensure that she back tracked on any actions she had recently taken. It was a brave thing to touch him, and she hoped she would not soon regret it. He seemed more confused than appraised. There was a look in his eye that suggested he was not accustomed to someone thanking him for his help, what kind of a mutant was he? She was aware of his power, but did he usually not get thanked for his help? Was he usually the bad guy?
Then again, to this very day, Ahorta had always been the bad guy. The only time she would ever hear a thank you was when someone saved another from her grasp. She was dangerous, whether she liked it or not and the mental limitations that her father beat into her fragile mind kept her dangerous. Hardly anyone had gotten close, but she was trying to change, at least she was getting better with being around mutants. Even if she did not have panic attacks due to their presence, she tended to run away from them still, just as a precaution. It was good to finally trust another mutant, if only by just a little bit.
The large man left after picking up his purchased goods and nodding to the lady. Before he exited, he cast Ahorta a raised eyebrow and curious look. While he was not afraid of her, he was quite curious and stood at the door, debating whether or not to come back, just to see what the woman in the face mask would do. Yet those cold eyes settled directly on another pair of cold eyes and Ahorta's barely visible face hissed with warnings. If he returned, there would be war. Though it had initially seemed like she jumped behind Andrew for protection, it was more protection for the man. Had she lashed out on him, like she would have done any other day, then she would have been forced out of the store and she was sure Andrew would not like all the extra attention. Cops never forget a face...
"He's sneaky, that ruddy rat, but he wouldn't make the initial attack, rats just eat the stuff you leave behind," she sort of growled as she watched him leave through the glass front of the store. A sly little smirk slithered across her face as a thought came to mind and she piped up with it excitedly, an odd contradiction since her face was still contorted and smirking. "I hear rats and mice can't eat cheese! Heard it makes their hearts pump too fast..." she said, the quick image of the man grasping his heart after cheese overdose sputtered across her mind, but she shook it off and placed her goods on the conveyer belt to be added up and purchased.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 29, 2010 14:26:56 GMT -6
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The man eventually left and Andrew relaxed. Ahorta's praise still rang in his ears and his body language reflected the happiness it had brought him. He was calm and he looked it, though he still looked around now and then for any further threats. It was not lost on Andrew how quickly his moods had changed during this encounter. Caution had given way to panic and panic to calm.
Ahorta was strange. She spoke and acted oddly. Yet some of what she said made more sense than the rest of the world ever did. He had no idea what to expect from her and while that would scare him in most people he was fine with it around Ahorta. He actually trusted her.
She went on to say something about rats and cheese. Andrew sort of grinned at the statement. The thought of all those cartoon mice having heart attacks from the cheese they'd stolen was amusing in a way. Never mind why Ahorta had brought it up. Other conversations had probably taken stranger turns than that before. He stayed quiet though, not knowing what to say to follow up at statement like that. Plus, he still wanted to keep tabs on the other people around in case someone else set Ahorta off.