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.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 22, 2017 2:57:48 GMT -6
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Vanessa was not the only Bookman sibling who harbored negative feelings toward the parents they walked away from. Their parents never openly condemned Booker’s bisexuality, but they did all the classic dismissive things an apprehensive parent would do: joke about his “phase,” be warm to his girlfriends, awkward around his boyfriends. Depending on how things went, maybe Booker would have been the first to receive an ultimatum. Maybe Vanessa’s foray into black-market hormones just forced the issue too early.
Regardless of which sibling took the brunt of their parents’ prejudices, both gave up on the man and woman who raised them. Booker was never going to stay associated with them if they were trying to force his sister into the dark, depressive pit of pretending she was someone she was not. When the chips were down, he was going to be on her side.
So what was she worried about? Since when did she keep secrets that mattered from Booker? Her run in with Charlie was where it began, of course. A private investigator under her parents’ command came to the house searching for information. Explaining Charlie to Booker would have meant explaining their parents’ intent, and Vanessa was still wrapping her head around the notion that they could care about Vanessa’s happiness. Maybe the “son” they claimed so vehemently they had, but not the daughter they denied.
Her run-in with Charlie also had one additional complication: the immortal mutant discovered Vanessa’s telepathy. They agreed to a deal to keep that piece of information from her parents, but the information was out in the world forever. Charlie could keep possibly keep the secret, but that still meant one person knew about her, which was one too many. It also made her feel guilty because one person in the world knew about her powers and it was not her brother.
And so she motivated herself with guilt and self-preservation, keeping one more secret that kept growing with each letter from her parents. Her guilt tripled when she saw the hurt in Booker’s face. It was why she needed to walk away and regroup; face-to-face, she was uncertain what would spill out of her mouth.
There was a pause, but she saw a hand over her shoulder, holding the letter. Initially apprehensive, Vanessa slowly grabbed the envelope and looked it over. She wanted to crumple it immediately, but she held off. Booker needed and deserved an answer, so she turned to face him.
”I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to believe these letters were really happening. After all these years, I refuse to accept that they can just ask to be in my life again—in our lives again. The things they said,” and thought, ”they’re never going to leave my head. These letters aren’t real, so I’ve just ignored them. But if I told you about them, they’d be real. And if they’re real… I really don’t know what to do next, Book.” If her parents were making a genuine effort to repair a burnt bridge, was it wrong to refuse them? Was it even good for her? And would it be selfish to keep them out of her life, ruining any chance for her brother to have parents again?
She hated that it was all real now, but there was no going back.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 20, 2017 4:40:33 GMT -6
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Being shorter than Booker rarely bothered Vanessa. As cliché as it was, the height comparison made her feel more feminine, since she was still somewhat tall compared to the “average” woman. It was good to at least be the shortest person in her family.
Unfortunately, Vanessa had to curse the fates for giving Booker an arm reach advantage on her. His reflexes were too quick and he managed to pull the envelope away, holding it high above both their heads. As if that was not humiliating enough, his method of holding her at bay involved a firm hand pushing her forehead. It was condescending and prompted select curse words to filter through her lips as she reached in vain.
The damage was done. Booker saw the address and the handwriting; his memory was more or less perfect, so he was going to recognize the penmanship of their mother. Vanessa did herself no favors with her snap reaction, either. Even without reading the letter, he was smart enough to realize she was well-aware of what he was holding long before he said anything.
It had been Vanessa’s hope she could keep the letters from their parents private and away from Booker. She was not reading them, so they did not have to matter. Well, okay; she may have skimmed one. Or two. Still, she had no intentions of replying. Why trouble Booker with their existence when they, for all intents and purposes, did not exist to her?
That plan was out the window now that Booker was asking questions, so it was time for Vanessa to sigh heavily and explain. ”So, they know where we live because they kinda maybe hired a private investigator to look for me. She found me and reported back to them with her findings.” After discovering Vanessa was a mutant and screwing on the kitchen counter, of course.
Of course, that was only answering one of Booker’s two questions, so she continued. ”They’re writing to me, she corrected. It was not some point of pride; her parents were simply aware of which sibling they ostracized completely. ”They’re… trying to ask me to come talk to them. They claim they want to make things better.”
Vanessa pointed up at the letter Booker was still lording over her. ”That’s not even the first letter,” she admitted. ”I’ve just been… it doesn’t matter.” The earlier attempts at contact were in a box in Vanessa’s closet. Several were shredded, but the last two remained undamaged.
Looking down at her feet, Vanessa stepped away from her brother. ”Just… throw that away. It doesn’t matter.”
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 18, 2017 17:38:44 GMT -6
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Booker, for all his annoying faults and countless quirks, was an amazing brother at his core. Picking up her game was just the most recent piece of evidence in his favor, (and considering her anticipation for the game, it definitely earned him a lot of favor.) It was yet another reminder that Vanessa’s life was blessing her left and right of late. Even a lack of soy bacon was not going to break her spirits.
”You’re at least giving Mandy a run for her money,” she teased. Booker and Mandy were friends, at least in theory. In practice, they seemed more like devoted rivals, competing in anything they could think of with aggressive passion. Despite Vanessa’s suspicions, they never dated or resolved that tension with sex like normal adults. That’s what kept her from being a “Bookman Ex,” because she did take Nessa for a spin once, likely to frustrate Booker. (It worked.)
Vanessa saved her current game and quit before she switched to a new console and inserted the new disk. She watched in anticipation as the disk was slowly pulled into place, followed by the sounds of whirring from the machine. Eventually, the emblem of the Myth of Adlez series appeared on the screen. She might have squeed.
The sound of joy was quickly followed by a groan as her system advised her of the updates it needed to download before she could play her new game. It would take a few minutes, but now that a new experience was so close, it would be agonizing to wait.
She was so focused on the slow loading bar, Vanessa almost failed to hear Booker mention mail. ”Huh?” she replied absentmindedly, until she heard her brother’s sudden change in tone. Uncomfortably curious, she got up from the couch and walked over to Booker to examine the envelope.
Once she was close enough, she realized why Booker was stunned by the envelope. Vanessa had been making a point of getting to the mail before her brother because letters from a certain house would occasionally find their way into the box. She had no reason to check mail that day; as the abusive uncle of a boy-wizard once said, there was no post on Sundays.
Yet a letter found its way into the apartment. Vanessa flinched, but once she understood what was happening, she reached forward to grab the letter with their parent’s address from her brother’s hand. ”It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” she shot, her voice too hurried and defensive not to be suspicious.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 18, 2017 7:02:56 GMT -6
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Working in a club that employed (almost) exclusively mutants, Paige had grown more accustomed to the unexpected. That did not mean she was going to be prepared for everything initially, particularly in her pseudo-intoxicated state, but she could figure out how to roll with the punches. She had been expecting some pervert lurking in the changing room, but to her surprise, the intruder was in the mirror. Paige had to look over her shoulder, then back to the man in the mirror before reality sunk in.
A mirror mutant. She could deal with that. He calmly defended himself, assuring the two undressed women that he was not some creep. He then made an unexplained comment about being a girl “sometimes.” Paige arched an eyebrow, but she supposed they did live in a brave new world. Gender is a social construct, the binary is really a spectrum, and all that jazz. She could soften to the idea, though it did not excuse his/her/their presence in the changing rooms. ”Well, honey, it’s great you’re living your truest self, but this area’s definitely off limits to men, women, and otherwise unless they’re dancers.”
Paige folded her arms in front of her chest less for modesty and more to give her arms something to do. She was trying to be open to what the newcomer had to say, which was more than could be said for Skye. The blue-haired woman tossed on clothes, but Paige held off; a fringe benefit of her permanent buzz was a natural lowering of inhibitions. It was not like they were seeing anything different than what was on display outside the door.
So she would take her attempt at playing good cop to Skye’s bad cop. ”What made you think you knew one of us? Saw something familiar?” It was not like they hid much, so the trigger could have been anything, assuming the intruder was even telling the truth.
Skye’s threat sent a shiver down Paige’s spine, and she had to add, ”Believe me, neither of us wants to bring our boss into this if it can be helped.” Poseidon allowed her to work at the Pearl Lounge, but she knew she was walking on eggshells, waiting for whatever reason he might eventually have for kicking her to the curb… or worse.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 16, 2017 21:46:03 GMT -6
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Booker’s voice affirmed her assumption and came with a snarky warning to ensure she was clothed. She was, of course; Vanessa was not going to spend her time in the public areas of the apartment in states of undress. As averse as she was to clothes, she was conscious that she lived with her brother, who she had criticized for not being more conscious of her in the past. Of course, pants or no pants, she still called out in a lazy but defiant tone, ”You’re not the boss of me, Booker!”
Her brother laid eyes on her and made a rude comment about her idleness. ”I refuse to be judged on a Sunday. It’s the one day of the week I’m allowed to be a lump on the couch.” Then again, when she heard Booker handling groceries, a pang of guilt did hit her. It was awkward to do nothing while someone else was doing a chore. She was regretting inviting Booker to live with her, but she paused her game and got up from the couch to help regardless.
Vanessa grabbed one of the bags to survey the items within. Booker liked the kitchen organized, and she had to admit, cooking was easier when everything was in its proper place. She moved items into the veggie drawer, the dairy shelf, and the drink shelf appropriate, appreciating how the fridge looked when it was freshly stocked. ”Amazing. I’ll hit an ATM later to pay you back.” Sometimes they shopped separately for groceries, and certain items were off-limits to anyone but the buyer, but they did not have a divided fridge; as long as things were fair, the siblings could manage to share.
Moving one bag to get to the next, Vanessa noticed a bag that was different than the others. Most of the bags came from the local grocery store, but the smaller plastic bag was marked with the logo of Vidyastop. She peeked inside and, sure enough, she saw it: The Myth of Adlez: Sigh of the Untamed! Vanessa was going to pick it up on the way back from work Monday or Tuesday since it was on the way, but the receipt in the bag proved her brother had picked up her pre-ordered copy while he was out.
”Freaking awesome!” Grabbing the game, she held it close to her chest and turned excitedly to Booker. The act of kindness warranted a real, squeezy hug, and that was what he got. ”You’re the best! Or at least, like, top ten!” It was important to be realistic.
The groceries were mostly squared away anyway, so Vanessa ran back to the living room, stepping over the envelope on the floor on the way. Why should she care about a floor paper? She had a new game to enjoy!
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 16, 2017 21:02:07 GMT -6
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She had to credit Charlie; the woman did not shy away from eye contact. It was the sign of someone confident, and she fully believed herself to be in the right. Peering into those blue eyes, Vanessa was shaken to her core. It was all true; her parents hired Charlie to check in on her and look into the details of her new life to find out, of all things, if she was happy.
Why? There was some missing piece Vanessa could not see, because she refused to believe her parents just wanted to make sure she was in a good place. Did they regret how they handled things when Vanessa was still a teenager? If so, good; they deserved the sense of regret, knowing they made a mistake for the rest of their lives.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone chiming. The noise startled her because, for the first time in years, she honestly wondered if she would read a message from her parents. Instead, she saw a message popping up in a small window under Booker’s name.
Bleach. The kitchen better smell of bleach and only bleach when I get home later.
Her brother was annoyed, but his response did a lot to diffuse the tension Vanessa was dealing with. ”I just don’t get it,” she admitted with a heaving sigh, ”But a deal’s a deal. I’ll give you anything you need to bring back to them. Consider question and answer time in session.” With Booker out of the apartment a while longer, Vanessa was just going to put off getting dressed a while longer. Who did not enjoy a naked Q&A?
They touched everything of interest. (Well, when it came to questions and answers.) Vanessa’s job (Playing video games and making content for an internet production company.) Her living situation, (a nice New York apartment she shared with her brother.) Her romantic situation, (moving past a breakup, but not doing too poor for herself, recent events considered.) She clarified that she had a few good friends and a handful of enjoyable acquaintances, she was not lacking for money, and not going hungry. Charlie was going to be able to piece together a comprehensive report for her parents without the need for words like “mutant” or “telepath.”
Vanessa finally slipped back into her bra and started pulling her legs through pants. ”So I guess when my parents ask, you can tell them their daughter is happy.” Her wording was pointed when she called herself their daughter, which was silly, because from what Vanessa could gather, Charlie was unaware that she was transgender or the familial fallout associated with her gender identity.
”And they can do whatever the hell they care to do with that information. So… we’ve got a deal, right?” Vanessa was putting a lot of faith in Charlie to keep news of her mutation a secret and Charlie had done little to prove she deserved such faith and trust.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 15, 2017 20:10:30 GMT -6
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Chapter Three: Sundays are for Rest and Family
Life was going great. Vanessa was a far cry from the mopey girl who was struggling to get over her recent heartbreak. The mess with Becca was a part of her past and it grew more distant by the day. Vanessa took her time processing her pain, finding a way to move past it, and rebuilding a new, better life without the need for someone.
And as often happened in life, being happy without someone was usually the precursor to someone new finding their way into your life anyway. Gina had wriggled her way into Vanessa’s life, and after about a month of being inseparable friends, they finally reached the point of being honest-to-goodness girlfriends.
It was wonderful to have someone special in her life again, but Vanessa still wanted to take care of herself. She could be a very dependent person, and she had to learn some lesson from Rebecca beyond inherently distrusting redheads. (Gina had red undertones, but she was a brunette, so all in all, she passed that degree of scrutiny.) The girls were going to pace things out and take them slow, at least starting out.
Alone time was an important part of living happy lives separate but together. Sundays were ideal for alone time; without work or obligations, Vanessa could relax at the apartment, splayed out across a couch with a controller in hand. She would play video games, work on some sketches, and have a “family dinner” with Booker later in the evening. Even the game she was playing, Existence is Bizarre, was more of an interactive story; emotional choices, but no intensive focusing. It was hard to be concerned with anything on a Sunday like that.
Until it was time to eat, she had little reason to get up from her comfortable spot on the couch. She had no reason to think that, at some point during her lazy day, a sealed envelope was slipped under the apartment door, leaving it on the hardwood of the entryway.[/div]
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 15, 2017 19:03:49 GMT -6
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Vanessa was not a fan of waking up. Most mornings, her first thoughts upon waking up were regret that she was done sleeping. Still, it was easier when she slowly returned to consciousness with her body resting atop a blanket, with the sand below contouring to her shape, and most importantly, with Gina beside her.
It did not just feel comfortable; it felt right. Maybe even undeniably right. But was that okay? They were happy being friends, even with the slight complication of Vanessa’s recent dating history, but what would Gina say if Vanessa just went for it? The glorious it; admitting to what she was feeling, confessing her affection, and asking Gina for more. It was a big step, but it was going to be hard to resist if she kept putting herself in situations where she was so close to Gina.
Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced down at her body. The way they slept would come at the cost of half her body being decidedly tanner than the other, but it was a price she was willing to play. She liked the way Gina’s body was pressed against hers.
Gina was already wearing her sunglasses, which signified she was awake. A shiver ran across the grey girl’s body that Vanessa could feel thanks to their proximity. With a sheepish grin, she wrapped her arm around Gina’s back and pulled her in closer. ”The night starting to creep in on you?”
Vanessa sat up and waited for Gina to follow her lead, but she kept her arm around Gina’s back, being conscious of her wings. ”I didn’t bring a jacket, so all I can offer is my body.” A pause. ”For heat. I can offer body heat.” She had plenty to spare, and could already feel some congregating in her cheeks.
Staying close and cozy with Gina, Vanessa looked out over the water. She was unaware of when Gina woke up, but by the time Vanessa followed suit, the sun was already barely peeking out over the water. The beach faced south, so the sunset was not as perfectly set as it might be on a West Coast beach, but it still added purple and red hues that were beginning to fade into night. Vanessa immediately realized how much she would want to share a proper California beach sunset with Gina, which only reaffirmed that they needed to talk.
Where did she start? All she could think was to begin somewhere honest. ”Gina.” Vanessa rested her head on the grey shoulder of her friend, her eyes still out over the water. ”I’ve really liked spending so much time with you lately. I liked it a lot. Like… I am not sure I remember being this happy in a long time.” Whatever came next, Gina made Vanessa’s life better; she was sure of that.
Skye did not put up a fight when Paige proposed a night out. It was becoming increasingly easier to convince Skye to come out in the recent weeks, in fact. More of her nights were involving Skye outside of work, and while she was not the only “play partner” Paige had, she was certainly making herself the most frequent. She enjoyed Skye’s company, and they worked well together. So maybe Paige had a real friend amongst her list of acquaintances; nothing wrong with that, right?
Paige unhooked her bra, deciding it was close enough to the end of her shift to start changing into street clothes. Her jewelry glinted in the reflective surface of the mirror. They had been a good purchase; being eye-catching was always beneficial in their line of work, and they were certainly eye catching. Even Skye could not resist sneaking glances, which Paige appreciated.
”Don’t mention it,” she replied to the thanks. ”Good makeup isn’t the kind of thing I’d keep from a friend.”
Paige was more concerned with disrobing than looking into the mirror, so she was shimmying out of her lingerie when Skye made a concerning remark about figures just barely noticed in a mirror. It was strikingly similar to the moment she experienced outside the room with an equally comparable justification. What were the odds that they were both just imagining things?
Paige covered the lower portion of her body, suddenly self-conscious. She had no problem showing skin, but there was something dirty about a possible Peeping Tom invading the sanctuary of the dressing room. ”I don’t think so. I saw someone like that outside, too,” she warned, before making an effort to call out to their mystery guest. ”We know you’re hear, so stop hiding, creep!”
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 14, 2017 1:05:43 GMT -6
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Skye was stubborn, but she kept herself from pushing the matter. Sure, she nudged the matter around a little like a curious kitten, trying to entice Paige into changing her mind. Paige had no doubt the woman would be a comfortable sleeping partner, and the notion of starting the morning with shared bath time was admittedly tempting, but she was set in her opinion. Sharing a bed was an activity for schoolgirls and girlfriends. ”Quit trying to change my mind with fun ideas,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.
Finally dressed, Paige approached Skye and pulled her into a tight hug. She planted a kiss on the woman’s cheek; it was an acceptable way to give a farewell kiss to a friend without sharing one of those cute, tender goodbye kisses on the lips. They had their fun and it was time to call it a night.
It was still endearing to know Skye was concerned for her safety. She also had valid concerns; New York was not the kindest city at night, and safety felt less tangible for mutants, who were less likely to receive police aid and who occasionally just seemed to disappear. Skye had every reason to believe Paige was a mutant. Most people did, after all. Still, while she paraded around as a mutant, she had no physical tells, so she was likely just going to deal with all the still legitimate terrors a woman could face at night in the city.
”I’ll be careful and call a car,” she assured Skye, already pulling a phone from her purse as proof. ”I don’t want anything bad to happen; I have exciting shopping plans with a friend tomorrow.”
Paige motioned to pull away, but before she did, a wicked thought came to mind. She leaned back into Skye, pressing her lips against her lip and clinging lightly with her teeth as she sucked on the patch of skin. It would leave a small mark—nothing she could not cover up with makeup. They had to be presentable for the next work shift, but Paige could not help but enjoy one last parting shot. ”Ta ta, darling,” she said with a smile as she pulled away and walked victoriously out the door.
Paige was still riding high on the buzz that came with being Sherri. It had been another good night, though her feet were starting to kill her. Cheshire was getting a night of stage dances, so Sherri took it upon herself to spend more time on the floor flirting up the male and female patrons, sitting on laps, and pulling those who flashed some extra money into a private room. The more she flirted and the longer she allowed her power to affect her customers, the more inclined they were to part ways with some large bills.
Sherri made very good money perusing the tables, even if it was less fun than performing tricks on the poles. Still, she was less tired on the whole with the exception of her feet, which had been walking around in heels all night. Things had gone well, with the notable exception of one customer who could not help but get too greedy during a private dance. He had evidently been warned after getting too handsy with Cheshire, but Sherri’s intoxication aura dredged up old habits and got him kicked out for the night. She felt almost bad before a security guard told her about the incident with Cheshire. Knowing he was just a creep in general made her feel like she had done the club a service.
Her shift still was not over, but she was slowing up to wind down her night. She had more than enough money to pocket for a fun night post-shift. Sherri was not seeking to work too hard or too late, knowing the next work shift would be a big one with all the girls in high demand working their a**es off on stage and the tables. She started heading towards the dressing rooms when she was sure something odd caught her eye.
She could have sworn there was someone standing near her in a reflection on one of the large glass walls, but when she turned around, there was on one close. She felt a shiver run down her back, but she ignored the trick of the light and left the main floor. Her aura did make her tipsy, so it was probably just in her head.
Spotting her friend Skye sitting at her regular chair, Paige approached her and placed hands on her shoulder’s from behind. ”You look wonderful for a woman who just finished a night on stage. I hope you’re not too tired; I was thinking we could hit a club and dance the night away.” Paige was itching for some simple fun, and while Skye was not necessarily the party girl Paige was, she could also be coerced into a night of fun on the town with the proper incentives.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 11, 2017 21:15:20 GMT -6
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Stunned silence.
It was the only appropriate way to respond to the telepathic revelation Vanessa had pulled from Charlie’s mind. She had theories on who went out of their way to hire a Private Investigator to look into her life. She was well-known enough to warrant some interest from obsessed fans, which would have been its own kind of nightmare. The thought of an ex-girlfriend crossed her mind, because she was not on good terms with all her former lovers. Specifically, she wondered if Rebecca would be probing into her life to check on the woman she broke, but the redhead had her own shiny new-old love life to be concerned with.
What Vanessa had not considered was the possibility her parents would be sending someone to dig up information on her. It had been years since her last contact with her parents, and Vanessa burned that bridge and never looked back. She had to wonder what interest her family had in her new life. Maybe Charlie was mistaken about her target? Some other girl with parents who gave a damn was spending the day unquestioned because Charlie chose the wrong fire escape.
Charlie was explaining the terms of a new agreement as she gathered her clothes, but Vanessa was still remembering the last fight with her parents. There was yelling and pointed demands telling the young girl to give up on her “phase” before she made a “stupid decision she would regret later.” Those were the spoken words; the thoughts in her parents’ minds had been what pushed Vanessa to the point of crying and running away. If not for the support and loyalty of her brother, she would have given up her ownership of the concept of family.
”You’re wrong,” Nessa said quietly, clearly rattled. ”You have the wrong girl. My parents… they have no use for me and the feeling is mutual.” Suddenly, feelings Nessa had buried years ago were resurfacing, and her eyes were stinging, reliving the sense of betrayal and abandonment of her youth. She was not going to cry; not in front of Charlie and not about the people who brought her into the world.
It was preposterous to think Charlie was right. And yet… ”Why?” She took a steadying breath, returning her gaze to Charlie’s blue eyes. She knew Vanessa was a telepath but had no reason to believe her powers were ocular. ”I’ll answer whatever questions you have if you can tell me why my family would send you to look for me. Why, after all this time?” Were they looking to find her alone and miserable? Or maybe they wanted to punish her for being an ungrateful child? If Vanessa’s parents were appearing again after so many years, she was most concerned with their intentions.
Skye was clearly a happy camper, having finally satisfied her dire craving for a release to balance out her Lust levels. They were a great pair when it came to compatibility, and they were both still high on the pleasant aftereffects of an intense romp through the sheets. She was on board with Paige’s “death by sex” theory, but she wanted to keep Paige around a little longer, because really, who else would give her that? (Well, plenty of people, but certainly no one as good.) ”Someone disappointing, probably. It’s a wonder why you bother with other girls,” she joked It was not an attempt to be possessive as much as it was a moment to stroke her own ego.
Of course, Skye had to take her down a peg in response, threatening to have the orgy of a lifetime in her absence. Paige’s expression was that of a wounded woman, betrayed by her friend. ”You would never! You’d always remember that night as nearly perfect without me.” Yep, her spirits were too high to be torn down.
What did make Paige flinch was Skye’s suggestion seemingly implying Paige would be staying for the night. The thought tossed around in her head while Skye talked about snacks. She was physically drained of energy; walking to the elevator would be enough to use most of her remaining effort. Skye had a comfortable bed and more comfortable body, so it was tempting, particularly when she watched her friend saunter away with the sashay of her hips. Tempting indeed.
But then Paige’s defense mechanisms kicked in. If her Ambrosia boost lasted through the night, Skye could end up extremely sick in the morning. If it petered out, Skye could put two and two together to realize she was just a drug-boosted human parading as a mutant. And even without those reasons… sleeping over was a sexual act. It was affectionate and cute and the kind of thing girlfriends did. They had plans the next day as well, so Paige would transition from a night together into a day together. Definitely not a booty call standard and pushing the limits of acceptable friends-with-benefits behavior.
Sleeping next to Skye did sound pleasant, but there was too much implied by a night together for Paige to feel comfortable.
By the time Skye returned to the room, Paige had already slipped on her panties and was working the buttons on her shirt. ”Oh, hey, I’m really sorry, but I think I’m going to head home. I have some errands to get done in the morning before our shopping date.” It was a weak excuse, but easier than the truth. At least she could flirt and distract from how unimpressive her reason for bailing was. ”If I stay here, I’ll wake up next to you, and there’s no force on earth that’ll get me out of this bed and to my appointments.”
There was something refreshing about working in a club. Everyone was so open and uninhibited, so it was rare to find anyone who was ready to be super judgmental. There was not a woman there who had not seen all there was to see of the other women there. Everyone had their needs and everyone had their kinks. Most of the girls were probably exhibitionists, and a decent amount were probably voyeurs. The whole staff had a very, “live your life, do no harm, do you,” mentality that made it a fun place to work.
With that mentality, no one was surprised or uncomfortable with the palpable sexual tension between two of their coworkers. It was a story they were all too familiar with and had no interest in interrupting. It would not have been surprising to know one or two were not watching to see if Skye just pinned Paige to the nearest wall. With the way the blonde was teasing her blue-haired friend, it would have been hard to blame her.
While Paige was not pushed into a wall, she was quickly descended upon for a kiss. She felt the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that came from a shot of Skye’s powers and a moan hummed in her throat. Evidently Paige had made quite the impression, because the idea of sharing was no longer on the table.
It would have been fun to get dressed slowly and prolong Skye’s torture, but the powers of Lust brought her down to Skye’s level. She did her best to put on a little show, but it was a quick one. She hastily tossed on her street clothes as other girls watched and giggled. They knew a hot and bothered woman when they saw one.
Skye had one thing right: they needed to go. Too many needs were boiling in her body. Paige grabbed Skye’s hand and nodded, ”Then let’s go.” The two women hurried out of the club and hailed a taxi.
They could not wait for the ride to be over, and the cabbie snuck peaks of clothes unbuttoning and lifting up or being pulled down. Every kiss and every touch ramped them up further. They stumbled out of the car and up to Skye’s place, barely closing the door before things started to escalate.
FTB
Wow.
Woooooow.
Why were there other words in the English language when that was the one that mattered? Paige was finally starting to catch her breath. She was glistening with sweat from head to toe and every inch of her felt thoroughly satisfied.
She survived another night with Skye. Through her panting, she managed to squeak out, "Oh... my god... Skye, one day you're going to actually kill me. This is how I go. Death by insanely amazing sex." She could live with that.
Posted by Vanessa Berry on Aug 7, 2017 1:13:12 GMT -6
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Gina did not put up a fight; she was more than ready to leave the ocean and enjoy a nice rest in the sun. Vanessa was well-aware that Gina’s mutation made her more apt to be nocturnal, so forcing herself to live in the day-focused world of society took a toll on her, exhausting her quickly. Vanessa could not help but notice the parallels between Gina and another type of animal as they slowly sloshed through the water back to shore. ”You know, it feels like I’m hanging out with a cat,” she teased. ”Adverse to water and partial to napping in the warmth of the sunlight.” How could she not share a revelation like that?
They returned to the blanket and Vanessa started padding her skin with a dry towel. The sun would do most of the work, but she wanted to avoid collecting irritating sand all over herself while she slept. As she took care of herself, she watched Gina dig a hole in the sand, followed quickly by another. Slowly she realized what Gina was actually doing, which led to her trademark guffaw. ”Haha. Boob holes.” It was actually a genius idea, but it felt silly nonetheless.
”I’m gonna lay out on my back for now,” she said, replying to Gina’s preferred sleeping method. For someone who had a late start, she did well enough for herself, but her chest by no means made stomach sleeping difficult. She took a seat next Gina and reclined back, removing her sunglasses. The last thing she needed was a tan line outlining her eyes.
Vanessa looked over to Gina, wondering how their nap was going to go. When they rested next to one another, it was hard not to return to the first night they had in Gina’s bed. They slept so close, and while it made less sense to entangle herself with Gina when they were sunbathing, the desire was still there. There was just something comforting about having the woman close—and she knew that comfort came from the feeling that, for a moment, they were sharing something more than friendly.
Gina glanced over to her, and for a brief moment, their eyes caught one another before pulling away. What she found was surprising, because Vanessa was not the only one having nostalgic thoughts and feelings about their first night together. Gina was sleeping on her side, unsure of where to go next.
Knowing where both their minds were, it was hard to say no to what she really wanted. Closeness with Gina was worth more than an even tan. Vanessa reached for Gina’s arm, taking her hand and pulling it across her waist. Suddenly, they were no longer separate. Gina’s arm was around Vanessa’s body, pulling her naturally closer. Gina’s chest pressed against Vanessa’s side, which warranted a blush that was thankfully less noticeable with the sun on her cheeks.
Vanessa maneuvered the arm closest to Gina, sliding it over the pile of clothes she was using as a pillow. It was a smart gesture, but she hoped Gina would not mind making due with her bicep, shoulder, and chest as a new makeshift pillow.
She could have explained her decision, because it seemed obvious what her motivation was, but it was time to nap. Instead, she just yawned and said, ”Sorry, I think I’ll sleep better this way.”
She was sure she was right. They had some time to kill until the sun started setting and she was going to sleep with a beautiful woman at her side while she waited for the fireworks.
And there would be fireworks. She was starting to feel more confident about that…
