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.
Her slap made contact, making the boy's head twist to the side upon impact. It felt good to see him hurt like that. Charlie wasn't exactly a masochist, but sometimes, people needed to be taught lessons, and she didn't mind doing the teaching.
She took her hand back and shook it out, figuring that the fight would be over after that. The kid was taller than she was, but he didn't look particularly robust, so she figured that he wasn't about to get himself into something he wouldn't be able to handle. He'd already died that day, after all, and he couldn't possibly be as stupid as he looked.
She was wrong.
The air was forced from Charlie's lungs as she was tackled to the ground. She fell with a thunk, doing her best to hold her head off of the ground as she made contact. It was hardly her first time being tackled.
It was, however, her first time being tackled by a naked hormonal teen. That was a new experience. She squirmed underneath him, attempting to free herself, or at least get the upper hand. Most of all, she was trying to avoid his important bits. She wasn't really looking for that kind of tackle.
After a good amount of flailing, Charlie had made her way out from under him. As soon as her arms were free, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him off. On the way down, she grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the pavement. Warm, sticky blood began to flow freely from the wound that was blocked from her vision. She hadn't meant for things to get quite that violent, but she'd been caught up in the moment. It was just as shame that he had turned out to be so stupid.
A shocked gasp sounded from the watching crowd behind them as Charlie got to her feet. She lifted her arms in exasperation at them. What was she supposed to do if not that? Whatever. They didn't understand anyway.
"Yeah? Well **** you too!" she cursed at them, looking straight at their cameras. Great. It was going to take her forever to live that one down.
The kid was still alive, it seemed. That was a shame. She didn't really want to see him live on with brain damage, and she was still feeling petty. Charlie huffed and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Aggressively, she dragged him forward, closer to the heat that radiated from the building, and tossed him as hard as she could into the flames. It didn't send him very far, but the flames licked at his skin and caught the shirt that he was wearing.
It wasn’t often that Charlie met someone at a bar that genuinely wanted to talk to her. Typically, there would be a bit of small talk, a few introductions, and then she would find herself too many drinks in and in another strange situation. Basically, it was unusual for her to have spent that long in a bar with that many clothes on. She sort of liked being able to just enjoy her drink and talk to someone.
The thing about the mysterious Jorge was that he didn’t seem like the type to sit and be interested in someone else. To Charlie, he looked like the kind of person to have a million things at his disposal and a million things to worry about. So why was he indulging some stranger at a bar? That was worth finding out.
She took his hand and shook it, noting how his handshake seemed to fit with his appearance. He was definitely someone powerful. It would be interesting to get in with him, then, especially if he was already interested in her. It’d been awhile since she’d had fun with anyone important.
>>’You’re fortunate enough to be speaking to an expert navigator of such things.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow at that. There was something evocative about the way he spoke and his body language. It wasn’t quite flirtatious, but it was on the line. It was almost as if she was speaking to someone who had already reached a level of comfort with her, and was pulling upon that to speak to her. It was a strange mix of familiarity and excitement.
”Is that an offer, Mister Cervantes?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. It was worth asking, anyway. She sort of liked him in a strange way, and she wasn’t planning on returning to her own world anytime soon. There was too much to be explored on the other side.
>>”And yourself? What can you say of young Miss Charlie?”
”Oh, you know. I guess you could say I’m an old soul,” she shrugged, using her favourite line. It really was the truth. ”I’m a PI to pay the bills, but I’m always looking for better things. Life’s long, you know. Gotta do the right things to pass the time.”
Where had she put his stuff? Oh, okay. Yeah, now she was really pissed. There was no way that she was letting him do all that and then leave.
>>"How does this work for you? You just teleport out of your clothes? Heal on the way? I know you're a mutANT!"
”What?” Charlie asked in disbelief. She’d never gotten that response before. How did that work? Was he a power copier, or something? If so, that explained why he had been able to survive being burned alive. It didn’t explain why he was mad at her, though. ”I didn’t steal any of your stuff, a**hole. If you are what I think you are, then you got a little taste of what it feels like to come back to- ARG!”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence as she was slapped part way through. Yes, slapped. Like someone on Grey. It damn hurt, too. She staggered backwards, caught off guard by the sudden act of violence, before turning a fiery glare on the kid.
Oh, he was so dead. She was going to make him wish that he had died in that fire instead.
With fire in her eyes, Charlie charged forward, her arm raised, and let a return slap free on the kid. There was nothing accidental about that slap; no, it was charged with all the anger that she had pent up inside, and her aim was sure. The kid ****ing deserved it.
Charlie just shook her head. Sometimes youth was just too much.
Allegra seemed to be able to talk at a mile a minute on a thousand different topics. Usually, Charlie had no difficulty keeping up with people or blending in, but the girl was making it difficult. She had a hundred different questions about a hundred different things, and it was making Charlie's head spin. Sometimes, she wished that she could be that young and naive again. It wasn’t really something that you could get back, though. Once you lost it, you lost it.
That was why Charlie wanted Allegra to stay safe and away from all the **** that the world had to offer. If she could give her even one day of fun and interest while she was like that, then Charlie’s mission would be somewhat complete. She would have an uncorrupted memory of that weird stranger that took her through a music festival.
Perhaps that was why she just dropped her hinting. ”Just an old soul, kid. My parents were old when they had me and yada yada.” Okay, so maybe she wasn’t trying all that hard. Still, she was giving it a shot.
The girl was still fixated on fitting in and being popular. While Charlie didn’t really understand, she did her best to empathize. That was all Allegra really had, so it was important to her. She knew that it wouldn’t be in a few years, but for the moment, Charlie needed to indulge her.
Charlie shrugged at her and shook her head. ”That’s part of growing up, love. You learn things. They aren’t always good, in fact a lot of the time they’re ****** up, but you get through it. I believe in you, if that’s any consolation.” Man, she really did sound like an old fart. She had to get on Chirpr more and see what the kids were saying. ”For now, though, just be yourself and all that ****, and tell them that you had more fun than them at the fair. It’s okay to be petty.”
She looked the dress up and down, resigning herself to the fact that she had clearly picked too well, and the fashionable Allegra liked it too. Ah well, there were always other dresses. Carefully, she looked at the pricetag, trying not to visibly wince. Yeah, that was going to be a chunk out of her last paycheck. She really should have listened to those guys in the eighties and invested, or whatever.
”Yeah, you can have it. I said you could, didn’t I?” Eh, screw money. There would always be more of it.
>>“I think that’s the perfect look for your girlfriend,”
Oh hell no. Charlie leaned forward and stuck her finger out at the shop owner. ”Listen, lady. I’ve dated some weird people, sure, but I’m sure as hell not going to date a preteen, alri-”
>>“Charlie?? Sorry. That’s impossible. Forgive me. You just remind me of a girl I knew a long time ago.”
Charlie stopped, distracted from her crusade. There was a man that looked all too familiar. She had definitely known a younger version of him, but her memories were having trouble placing him. Allen, or something, maybe? He was… OH! Oh, ****. Yeah, they had definitely had a thing for a few months.
The blonde cleared her throat and wiped any form of recognition from her face before shaking her head. ”I probably look like someone. Recognizable features and all that. Can we have the dress, then?”
"Even on a school night? Wow, you are a big girl indeed," Cece Charlie teased. It had been a long time since she'd even thought of school, much less attended. When she was growing up, girls weren't sent to school, but she went when it was more acceptable. Actually, she was pretty sure that she went several times... enough to equate to something like a Master's degree, anyway. Just no certification.
They were standing close now. Close enough that if Charlie reached out her arm, she could touch the other woman. It was in that proximity with that kind of drink that bad decisions were typically made. She would have to be careful.
She raised an eyebrow and stepped back, righting her course. She was there to gather information, not to have fun, even if Vanessa looked like she would be a lot of fun. Damn, it was always the pretty ones that she was sent to investigate. Usually, anyway. The prawn had been a bit of an eyesore.
>>”Oh, I’m a New Yorker, born and bred. Just lucky enough not to have the terrible accent.”
Charlie had moved to the other side of the apartment, feeling more comfortable to move around in the space. It felt like her lies were beginning to see like truths to the brunette, so she didn't feel like she had to keep her eyes on her at every moment. Casually, she looked at the personal effects that were scattered throughout the surroundings. There were many pictures of her and a very attractive man. A family member, perhaps? If so, they clearly had good genes.
"So your family's here, then? Do they live close?" Charlie inquired directly. Hopefully, she would have a more difficult time side-stepping that one. Maybe it would give her a little bit of insight into who the man in the pictures was. Because, well, damn. Nerds really were in in the twenty-first century.
>>”So, what does a pretty thing like yourself do for work, Cece?”
The blonde shrugged, pulling from one of her many aliases that she had practised backstories for. "This and that. I'm in finance right now, but it's kind of boring," she paused to look at another image before turning back to Vanessa. "Maybe one day I'll actually do something interesting. What about you?"
>>”Ha ha. If you know better I should like to hear from where. Maybe I can pass a not along to the owner.”
Charlie snorted and shook her head. That was the thing about her memories; they were all shuffled up together. Sometimes she would remember things from years earlier as if they were yesterday, all while forgetting what actually happened yesterday. She remembered the whisky she’d had very well, but she also remembered where she’d had it, and the flappers that had danced around her as she did.
”That’ll be a little difficult. I’m fairly certain they’re dead by this point,” she informed him before taking another sip. In typical Charlie style, she continued to drop hints about her mutation, never saying anything outright. ”But I’m happy to keep tasting more of the stock here to see if any it’s better.”
It seemed like the man wasn’t just there to hit on her, or something. He seemed like he was in a position of power, from the way he was carrying himself. Yeah, she was definitely willing to entertain him for a while.
For a minute, though, his expression seemed to change. Could it have been possible that he was having the same weird sense of deja vu as her? Whatever it was, it was gone in an instant, replaced by the expression that he’d been wearing before.
>>”I have no deal… But I can hardly be blamed for wanting to strike up an conversation with a rather striking woman sitting by herself, now can I? Tragedies such as that really should be avoided. Jorge Cervantes, at your service,”
Charlie waited for a beat and then shook his hand, taking another sip at the same time. ”Charlie,” the woman supplied. She was in an interesting position after just a few hours of being on the other side. She had such a strange habit of ending up in positions like that.
”Alright, Jorge,” she nodded and took a good look at him once again. ”You look like someone important. Tell me a bit about yourself. And this ‘universe’.” There was no harm in getting a bit of information while she was there, especially from someone as interesting as Jorge.
The music, the booze, the dancing, the gambling; it was all so encapsulating. There was nothing about the Atlantis club that didn't fit with the theme that they were so clearly going for. It was almost like someone had taken a club right from the 1920s and modernised it to fit right into the twenty-first century. Charlie adored the whole thing.
Was the whole 'alternate world' thing like that? A mafioso style 1920s revival? If so, she was so down for something like that. Charlie knew that if that was the case, she would have a hard time finding a reason to go home. Other than dying, of course.
She sipped her drink and continued to look around, trying to decide if she really did recognize anything from that place. She really did think that she would have remembered going somewhere like that. Even if it was in her world. She didn't get very far into her drink, though, before she was interrupted.
>>”Ripper, huh?”
The blonde looked to the side to see a man in his mid-forties, dressed lavishly. He looked powerful, which was an impressive thing to gather from just one glance. Curiously, she turned a bit to give him more of her attention. For what she gathered was his age, he looked good. He was clearly doing well for himself.
"Slang evolves quickly, huh? What's it been? A few hours?" she chuckled and shook her head. The world always seemed to be changing around her. Sometimes it was hard to keep up. "But yes, you caught me," she commented. She was from the other side, trying to figure things out in another world. He was perceptive. Or maybe he'd just heard her comment about the whisky.
>>”Welcome to the other side. I can confirm, the whisky here is some of the best.”
"Thanks. Yeah, it's decent, alright. Not the best, but definitely decent," she said, taking another sip. She'd had better somewhere else. She just couldn't remember where.
Charlie took another look at the man she was talking to. It wasn't usual for her to be approached at bars, but she wasn't usually approached by someone like, well, him. He looked like he would sweat money. "So what's your deal?" she asked forwardly, wanting the truth right off the bat. If he was hitting on her, then sure, she would change her plans around a bit, even if he had nothing on the dancers. If he was interested in something else, then she wasn't about to beat around the bush.
Old was a relative term in Charlie's vocabulary. Something that seemed old to the fifteen-year-old Allegra seemed short in comparison to other things in Charlie's life. She still remembered some of the crazy things that she'd done in the 50s. It was just a shame that anyone who would remember it had gotten lame.
"No, no, sweetheart. It's gone. I didn't get it removed," she almost laughed at the thought. Tattoo removal sounded awful. It was no wonder that most regular people didn't get them without some thought first.
Charlie did understand that Allegra wouldn't understand what she was getting at. For her, that was part of the fun. Seeing how many hints she could drop before the girl finally caught on. She was hardly hiding the fact that she was a mutant, but it was so boring when she just told people outright. It was her privilege to live differently than regular humans. They didn't need to know the details unless they inquired about them.
"Yeah, YOLO," Charlie repeated back to her. Ironic. "Make sure you put some thought into it, though. These things don't come off easily if you're planning on using usual methods." She paused. "Rule of thumb: do as I say, not as I do."
Ah, there it was. Again with the age and time talk. An eternity in high school. Oh God, Charlie would have killed herself. Again and again and again. "This too shall pass, or whatever, right? It'll end before you know it." She shrugged and took another drag of her cigarette. They weren't as good as in her last lifetime.
"Well Emma's mom gives horrible advice," she said bluntly. What were they teaching children these days? That sounded horrible. It was no wonder that her friends all sounded terrible as well. "You shouldn't have to change who you are just to... do whatever it is that you're trying to do. Just do what makes you happy. That's all that matters." That was something that Charlie truely believed.
How had she started her new life? Man, that was forever ago. She didn't remem- oh. Right. She'd had a husband. He'd certainly put a damper on things. "You make do at first, and then you start to find a rhythm. It'll come, trust me." Time was something that Charlie used like she had an endless supply of. Sometimes she forgot that other people didn't get the same luxury. Or curse, depending on how you viewed it.
The little popup that Allegra had pointed to really was quite cute. Everything was handmade boho chic, and nothing was anywhere near as bad as a robot t-shirt. They were going to make her look good.
"What about this?" Charlie suggested, holding up an indigo dress. She almost wanted to steal it herself. Maybe if Allegra didn't want it.
Charlotte Sinclair had seen a lot of **** in her life.
Wars, famine, sickness, births, marriages; she'd been there for them all. She'd seen stuff that would make people want to run in the other direction and never look back. She'd thought she'd seen it all.
She was wrong.
Worlds had collided on July first, 2017. The time anomalies that everyone had been chalking up to strange conspiracy theories turned out to be far from jokes. They were signalling the arrival of something much bigger: another reality.
The other world was very similar to the one that Charlie knew all too well. So similar, in fact, that she had been completely disoriented when she found herself on the other side of the rip. She'd been at the eclipse festival when suddenly things had gone crazy, and she was lying on the road in the other universe, staring at a place very much like the one she'd just left. The craziest thing was the actual RIP, though. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie.
For a while, there was nothing but chaos. Charlie had stepped away from it all to get out of the crowds and think, but it was all too strange. Her first thought was to jump back through the strange hole in the space-time continuum, but then she began to realize what an opportunity she'd be missing. She was on the ground level of a new universe! There was no way in hell that she was letting that go!
It had taken her a while to get reoriented with her surroundings, but she'd done it. Charlie was adaptable. She'd figured things out and moved on, just like she always did. To celebrate, she also did what she always did: she went to go find a drink.
The Atlantis club was a little more upscale than the places she typically frequented, but hey, she was already a fish out of water (heh). She figured that it was time to try something out of her zone.
As much as it was strange and out of character for her, the club felt vaguely familiar. Like she'd been there before. Obviously, that was absurd, considering it was a completely different universe, but still... it felt like she'd walked down the very hallway that her shoes tapped along then. Strange.
Charlie made her way to the bar and leaned over the counter, taking in the new surroundings. "Just, uh- a whisky. Neat. I assume that alcohol is the same over... wherever the hell this is?" She quirked an eyebrow, and the bartender responded merely by handing her a glass of regular ole' whisky.
She sipped her glass as she turned around, taking in the dancers, gambling, and other scenes with curiosity. It was just a matter of what she tried first.
"I'm sorry?" Charlie hissed as she turned around. He took her jacket? No wonder there was something off about the kid. What kind of a**hole took a woman's jacket! He had clearly had clothes, too. Before, anyway. Plus, if he had stolen it for a purpose, this clearly wasn't it.
She'd turned around and her eyes were following the pointing, chipped nail polish covered finger over toward the boy who was trying (and failing) to cover himself with a short shirt. Charlie's hands balled into fists. Oh, someone was going to get it.
>>"Nah. She just got here. Couldn't have been her phone either."
As if he wasn't already on her ****list. That was too far.
Charlie's eyes grew wide, and her face twisted in anger. She pushed through the little crowd and grabbed the teen by the shoulder. He wasn't going anywhere on her watch.
"C'mere, you little ****," she growled. A horrified gasp erupted from the crowd behind her. Charlie turned back exasperatedly and flipped them a certain finger. There were several people filming it. Wonderful. Now her face would be plastered all over the internet.
Her fingers dug into the boy's shoulder as she looked his dead on. It would have been a lot cooler if she'd been taller than him. "Alright, ***hat. Where'd you put my stuff?"
Charlie clicked her tongue and held up a finger. If there was one thing she knew, it was history… sometimes, anyway. ”Actually, that wasn’t even close to the first one. Candid Camera was a stupid show where they followed people around and pulled pranks. Not exactly The Kardashians, but it was the fifties.” That had been the first ‘reality television show’. It sounded right in her head, anyway.
Oh, young, naive girl. Charlie just wanted to pick her up and keep her on a pedestal forever and ever. It almost seemed as if she’d been living in a bubble, and Charlie never wanted it to pop. It gave her a little bit of a hope.
”A sloth is its own animal entirely. Slow and sleepy, and they hang from trees. They’ve got really sad eyes, too. Adorable things. I think I held one in Australia once, maybe? I dunno.” She shrugged. It was vaguely there, but it was a bit of a blur. Maybe it had been a koala? How had she even gotten to Australia, anyway? Maybe she would remember the next time around.
>>“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide on that? Other than you’re probably the only person in the world who has a sleeping gorilla tattoo.”
Again, she clicked her tongue. ”Had, sweetheart. It’s gone now. It was a spur of the moment thing, I think. It was a long time ago.” Had… Cher been there? Nah, she was probably remembering it wrong.
Charlie nodded as the girl went on about her friends. They sounded absolutely horrible. It was no wonder that the girl had found herself wandering the festival by herself. If Charlie had been in her position, she would have done the same thing. ”Trust me, you won’t even remember this moment in a few years. Or those ‘friends’. Just live your life the way you want to, and you’ll get where you want to go. You’ll see.”
>>“Oooh. I always wanted to go there. I stayed up all night to watch the royal wedding. I just love Kate! Do you ever go back home like to visit family and friends and stuff? What brought you to New York?”
The blonde shook her head. ”I don’t travel all that often. I never seem to get very far.” She then rolled her neck and shrugged her shoulders as shoved someone away who had gotten too close. ”Uh… death in the family. Wound up staying.”
A volcano shirt? Aw hell no. She was far too pretty for that. ”Sweetheart, no. We’re getting you something cool, and we’ll pay for it in cash. Like the olden times, before all this newfangled online ****.”
She trotted forward through the crowds, expecting the teen to follow her. The crowds were thick and sweaty, but she was trudging forward, not paying much attention to who she might be trudging over.
”Okay, Allegra. Let’s get you clothed and fed.” A nice shirt at an Electronica music festival. Couldn’t be too hard to find, right?
Charlie quirked an eyebrow as she surveyed the kid. He definitely had a bit of a mouth on him. Maybe he was going through something? She didn’t know, but she did know that she wasn’t about to let herself be scapegoated again, especially for something that she definitely didn’t do.
”He’s clearly delusional. I just got here,” Charlie said sharply, letting her beer fall to her side as she held it lightly. Either he was going crazy from whatever just happened to him, or he was onto something. Maybe he could heal, or something? Maybe he was also immortal?
Whatever it was, it still wasn’t her fault. She’d specially told him not to go into that building, and now there they were, dealing with the fallout from his decision.
Idiot.
"Wait. Didn't you run into that fire? I thought you were on that ambulance?"
Charlie just shook her head. Now he’d done it. She was going to slip away and enjoy the rest of her day death-free, and now she was being questioned by a group of people. She was just glad that the days of public burning and stoning had passed. Even a night in the drunk tank was better than any of those options. And a hell of a lot less painful.
”No, you have me confused. I just got here.” She was getting annoyed. Couldn’t she just have left well enough alone? She had done enough good for one day. Now she was stuck in some stupid loop with a bunch of nobodies.
“Pretty sure it was you.” “Yeah, I think so, too.”
With a groan, she stepped away from the crowd. ”Look, I don’t really care, okay? Sort it out between yourself. I have a jacket to find.”
Vanessa was forward, blunt, and just a little bit playful. Charlie quirked her eyebrow at the wink and then accepted the bottle of grapefruit-whatever. People were too callous with their alcohol in the twenty-first century. She missed the days when the flavours were what they were and people didn’t complain about what they got. Ah, prohibition…
”Cheers,” she replied eagerly, meeting Nessa’s eyes again. She realized as she was speaking that it might have been too enthusiastic, but she was hoping that she was selling it well enough. She felt like a cheerleader with all that pep.
>>”Well, I have no live-in girlfriend around, if that’s your worry. Otherwise, I might struggle to explain how I stumbled across another woman on the fire escape.”
Vanessa certainly liked to be mysterious. She wasn’t making it especially easy for Charlie to get information out of her, which was a bit of an issue. She would have liked to have gotten in and out with no trouble, but it was shaping up to look like she would have to be there for a while. At least the sights were enjoyable.
Girlfriend. She said girlfriend, which meant that she was gay. Something to add to the mental notes. Physical notes would be too obvious.
That also meant that whoever else was living there was not a significant other, so it had to be someone else. A roommate, maybe? Someone crashing for a while? Charlie needed to get a bit closer.
”And would… someone else mind that I was here?” Charlie inquired, stepping closer to the brunette. Her eyes trailed up her body, her mind focused on figuring out who else lived there… and maybe a few other things.
>>”So, you been in the city long? Based on your accent, I’m guessing you aren’t a New York Native.”
Charlie paused, her mind flashing to various points in her life, most of which were from previous centuries. ”I’ve been here a while. I’m from London originally. What about you? Always been a Yank?”
Hot girl Vanessa didn't seem to have any qualms about giving Charlie her name, which was a good sign. Of course, Charlie already knew that and more about her, but she wasn't about to admit that. She had to find out her name the old-fashioned way, through words, and stuff. Social media really was one of the best inventions of the modern world. (It was one of the worst, too, but she was focusing on the positive.)
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, kindly Vanessa. I can still call you Hot Chick With the Hammer if you'd like, though."
Easily, Charlie met Vanessa's eyes again and slipped her hand into the target's. She grinned as she gave a firm handshake in response, thinking only about the layout of the apartment. It was nice; it made sense. There were also lots of things to look at. What was that term? Nerdgasm?
>>”You must be hot, too. Would you like a drink?”
Charlie's attention snapped back and she smiled. "Sure, thanks. Whatever you have would be awesome." She really didn't care what she drank at that point. Really, anything tasted better than that cyanide she'd tried that one time. It was hard to be picky after that.
Back to looking at the apartment. What she needed was information on the woman's life. She wasn't just looking for the simple stuff, though. No, she needed to get deeper than what she had listed on her MyFace page. She'd been hired to figure out what state of mind she was in. What she was doing with her time. Whether or not she was happy.
Easier said than done.
"So is it just you living here?" she inquired casually, looking down at the edge of the couch she was leaning against.
"You're kidding," Charlie groaned at the idea of yet another terrible reality television show. All the rest were already so horrible. The last thing that the world needed was more of them with even more terrible names. "They get worse all the time. I still remember the first one they ever made. Candid Camera or something stupid. It's all gone downhill from there." She shook her head and sighed.
Her eyes turned to the tattoo on her forearm. Despite the fact that it was still throbbing, she'd almost forgotten that it was there. Parts of it looked a little... infected. There was a reason why people didn't usually get tattoos in the back of sketchy vans.
"Thanks," she shrugged, "it's a dreamcatcher. This one kinda sucks, though. I've had better ones before. There was one a few years ago that was a full back picture of a sloth. That was cool." She shrugged. The tattoo wouldn't last that long. If nothing killed her in the next while, then the infection sure would. It would only get worse.
Ah, the drama of the young. The thought of it made Charlie grin, despite what Allegra was saying about what happened to her. It had been a long time since Charlie had let herself get wrapped up in something like that. "Sorry 'bout that. At least now you've ditched them so you can have more fun." She winked, despite knowing that the girl might have felt differently. To Charlie, there was nothing better than getting rid of the people that were bringing you down.
>>"How about you? Do you live here in New York or are you out of town for the fest?”
"I'm a local... sort of, anyway." Technically, she was from England, but she hadn't been back there in years. Her home base was New York, and there was no changing that, no matter how much she wanted to change that.
Charlie snorted and looked at the girl. "You're what, sixteen? Seventeen? What are you doing with credit cards?" Kids grew up so fast in the modern world. It still surprised her sometimes. Then again, she was married at just a few years older than her, so really, she couldn't judge all that much.
The blonde extended a hand and took the card that the girl extended to her. VIP pass? She was in. "Awesome, thanks," she grinned and nodded at it. Sure, it might not have been exactly safe, but she had nothing to lose. Plus, really, the girl was the one who needed to worry. "Alright, let's get you changed and then we'll get some food, yeah? Can I get a name, first, though?"
