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.
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Celestina was determined to make her stay as short as possible - she really didn't want to be an inconvience to Booker or his sister. She ultimately hated that she had to stay with them - not that she woudn't mind living with Booker, but because of the situations that she found herself in. She should have had a back up plan, anyways. She was aware how old Norma was, after all. It just didn't seem like it would happen, at leaset not this soon. Celeste knew she had to accept it, accept the help that Booker had provided, and just do her best to get back on her feet. She quickly added, "I won't be a burden or anything, I mean, I'm really busy so I won't even be here too much. Mainly to sleep and shower and stuff."
>> ”...I’m going to use the restroom and then head out. I’ll message Nessa on my way out about you staying so she doesn’t drop kick you or anything. Cool?”
She nodded, "Cool. Okie dokie... Hopefully she'll check her messages. Thanks so much, for everything," she sighed, she forgot about Booker's sister intermittently. Maybe they would get along really well? It wasn't the best way for them to meet, but who knew. Was she an adapted too? She began to fill a plate full of the carne asada, a tortilla, and a big scoop of dirty rice. She slid it into the microwave for 45 seconds. Once she took it out, she quickly began to munch away on it as Booker went to do his own thing. She took some grape juice and poured a glass and took a sip. It was really good. Probably the best warmed up carne asada she'd ever had, honestly.
Once Booker was out the door, Celeste finished up her meal. Once done, she washed her dishes, dried them off, and put them back where she saw Booker take them from. With that completed, she went and sat down on the couch with a deep sigh. Maybe she could just go to sleep and all of this, her life, would just be one bad nightmare. With that in mind, she took her shoes off and curled up in fetal position on the couch, staring out a nearby window. She realized her eyes were drooping pretty quickly, and with another deep breath, she was what seemed like an immediate deep slumber.
Celeste turned red and retreated a little bit behind him. She had a flare charged up, so she only needed to get into a good line of shot to sent it out. Of course, maybe that wasn't a great thing - she'd already messed stuff up a little bit by her outburst. She wasn't wrong, though. These guys were bigoted jerk faces.
>> "This is broad daylight in the middle of the city. Maybe we can go to some alley where you murder me? Might be better for you, in the long run? Whaddya say?"
She sighed, unsure of how to react to that statement. Were they really just targeting him because of his mutation? She hadn't really been involved in the mutant community in Regina. Of course, she wasn't even sure if there even was one there. NYC seemed to be a central hub of mutants and anti-mutants from all ends of the spectrum. It was kinda weird - this was the second time she'd found herself around some people like this. She was never attacked in Regina.
She watched him attack the first guy. That was pretty darn impressive, actually. Of course, seeing the guy smash into concrete was gross, especially with the blood that came off his face. Yuck. Four more to go. Two were moving straight ahead, including the one who didn't have a knife. One was going around to the side and the other was also going around to their side on the otherside.
Luckily, she had a clean shot of the guy on the right, so she released her flare which landed straight on his face. He began coughing, dropped his knife, and quickly curled into a ball on the ground groaning. He hadn't thrown up, which was pretty impressive, but it was only a few minutes later that the radiation poisoning hit him hard.
Three more to go, so she began to recharge. It would take a couple minutes, so hopefully she could take out the guy on the other side before he got too close. She had no way to get to the guys in front of Elliott - otherwise, she'd risk hitting him and that would be very, very bad.
"I hope your helmet isn't too messed up.." She whispered, staring at the guy coming from the other side.
She nodded and then perked a brow. Air elemental? That was pretty cool. She wondered exactly what he meant by air elemental. She could just control air? Could she turn into it? Lots of questions but unrelated. Kinda. She gave Jude a little chuckle at his 'no pun intended' comment. She actually hadn't caught it as being punny at first, anyways, but it was funny that he felt like he needed to clarify that. And it was kinda punny. Of course, there was nothing funny about the situation he had found himself in. She couldn't have imagined it was a great experience for either of them.
Ultimately, she nodded, "Yeah, I would like to meet her one day." She tried to think of an encouraging response to the latter portion of his comment, but felt like she was coming up short. "Well, I mean, I only know a little bit. But um, she might not be your mom, but it does sound like she cares about you. She probably only did what she thought was best, even if it wasn't. I mean, if I was you, I would probably have wanted her to want me to be a kid. I always wanted my parents to suddenly support me, fight for me, you know, parent stuff." She shrugged, paused, and hoped she didn't touch a nerve. She couldn't speak for Jude. Her and his situations were pretty different, but she felt like they could relate in similar ways. She had always imagined that, eventually, her parents would apologize, support her, and fight for her as a person. She had left those hopes and dreams in Regina, though. There was no reason to expect that to ever change. Celestina had decided she was fine with it, anyways.
"Anyways... Family comes in all shape and sizes. I'm still learning that." That touched home a little bit - when she moved to NYC, she was alone until she met Norma. Norma had been her family since then but she had passed just a while ago. She had sent a few texts to Jude about it, but she hadn't really talked about it since it happened. She really didn't want him to find out she was sleeping on a couch at Booker's apartment, her volunteer boss dude, and that she was practically living on a couch until she could find a new place to live. Jude and her were pretty open with each other but she felt like that may have been a little too much to spring on him this early in their relationship. Plus, her goal wasn't to scare him away. She hadn't really had this type of feeling about a guy before and it would suck to screw it up because of a crappy situation.
She chuckled, "Yeah, grades and stuff. It's how I got into NYU so let's see if I can get through that."
She nodded, "I think it is safe... Maybe not as safe, but.. Uhm... Excu--" She tried to get the attention of one of the... What did someone even call them? The roller coaster guards? It was too late - they were already off without being buckled in. That had made Celeste nervous but the extra adrenaline was pretty amazing. Of course, her nervousness of being thrown off the track pretty much disappeared when she realized that Jude had wrapped her up in his arms. She did her best not to smash him, but she definitely didn't have a problem with him holding her. She fit pretty nicely against his chest, too.
She hopped out of the ride, happy that they didn't die, but a little sad that their small cuddle was over already.
She nodded and gave him a big grin, "I did, it was amazing." Of course, the amazing part was being with him, but she didn't want to tell him that. She gave him a softer smile, "Did you enjoy it? That was your first realish roller coaster, right? I mean, it's not a real, real coaster but it's a pretty good intro coaster."
>>”You won’t ever have to. You just relax. We’ll head out in a couple minutes.”
She gave him a smile and nodded before slumping a little in the chair. She just had to wait for him to be finished and they'd be on their way. It was a peaceful moment as Celeste kind of stared ahead. The sound of Booker typing, his quick phone call, othe sound of some of the librarians walking past his office and talking a little too loudly.
Before she knew it, they were out the door and in an Uber. She didn't really take Booker for an Uber kinda guy, but this was an extreme situation. She was quiet, unsure of how to react to well, everything. The sad, depression filled morning, Booker's kindness, or even the light chat the Uber driver tried to make as they headed towards Booker's apartment.
She stayed fairly close and mainly behind Booker. She felt like a lost puppy, but she had never been to this part of New York City. She also still felt like she was actually lost. Norma's death put a huge damper in her spirits. She knew she'd recover, probably quickly, but the initial shock felt terrible.
She stepped into the apartment and offered Booker a polite thank you as he held the door for her. She stopped about half way into the room before she began to admire the fandom collections him and his sister had. Wow. Her eyes lit up a little bit as she looked through all the posters, figurines, books. It was a nerds dream come true. She looked towards Booker, "This is awesome." She couldn't help but fall in love with their apartment. Every nerd, fangirl piece of her screamed at the decorations. Even if he changed his mind in a couple hours, at least she got to see this amazingness. At least she felt something other than depression and being numb. That was the first time since she found out about Norma.
>>”That door is the bathroom. That door is my room. The other door is the gateway to Hell, otherwise known as Nessa’s room, stay out of there, she will kill you, And here’s the couch. Umm…"
She nodded, making a mental note of which door was which and to never enter Nessa's room. No problem. She hopefully wouldn't have to be here too often, with work, school, and everything else. Maybe she could just slip in to sleep and shower and then go about her day. She hated being a burdon, especially to her friend. She looked towards the couch, "It looks really comfy." It looked pretty comfy. Celeste nearly wanted to go pass out on it already. She was exhausted. Even her usual fears of sleeping and dreaming couldn't hold back her desire to just go to sleep for a while.
She stared at the couch for a minute before a small frown tugged at her face. It wasn't because of Booker, the couch, or his hospitality. It was because she had to sleep on a couch because she was, well, homeless. It didn't feel like it could had happened to her, but here she was. A couch moocher. She didn't know how, but she was determined to make this up to Booker. She could work more at the library or maybe she could spot clean everyday. She'd figure something out. She made a mental note to call Xavier's to see if they had any open rooms available after her lunch and after a much needed nap.
>>”...are you hungry? I think there’s some leftovers in the fridge. Homemade carne asaaaadddaaaa.”
She nodded. Food did sound pretty good, actually. Carne asada sounded even better than sleep, "Yeah, that would actually be amazing." She followed Booker into the kitchen, one of her hands on her shoulder while the other dangled. She wasn't sure what to do. It felt wrong to just get comfy already in the apartment. But it also felt wrong to not heat up her own food. Ugh. She took a deep breath of air as she tried to calm her nerves down.
She was kinda curious about her other universe self. Was her life bad? Was it better? Was it a replica of her own life? Celest wasn't even sure if she'd ever want to meet her doppelganger. It seemed freaky to know that there was someone else on the other side of the rip.
>>“It’s certainly a warning, a lesson in what might have been or still could be,”
She nodded, a very perplexed yet serious look. They had META bots, which was freaky. Of course, that didn't seem to be the majority of places though. She only knew of them in New York City, which was kind of ironic considering it was a bastion of progressivism.
>> “And you’re thinking like a politician, albeit one who actually cares. Not all do. Some just dodge questions. But you can’t apply broad answers or solutions to the world so you certainly can’t to questions like these.
She turned a little red at the compliment. She wasn't sure what she wanted to be - should she be a politician? Would she even be a good one? Half of the country would hate her. Probably, anyways. Of course... That half probably already hated her, anyways, so what was the point? How did one even become a politician, though? She wasn't even sure where to begin. Political science major? The idea of herself being in a powerful position nearly made her chuckle. Maybe he had a point, though. Maybe she could do it? She decided on a joke, though, "Well, I probably won't do too good if I actually care." She was clearly joking.
>> “As for telling the difference between individuals, we may need a scientific way to check. Maybe vibration of cells or something,” he shrugged. “I’m no biologist, though I know a few. Perhaps there’s something in our licenses we can tell the difference between United States. Terrorism is certainly a concern for both countries, and the other America seems to have been far more militantly opposed to mutants. I’m not sure how safe it really is to visit there.”
She nodded. Vibration of cells would be a pretty good way to do it. "When someone crosses, do they mark it on their passports or something? Isn't there a pretty formal process to entering and leaving?" She hadn't heard of the exact method that was used currently by the governments of their world and the other universe, but she presumed it was similar to crossing a border. She had heard that the other-verse was pretty hostile to mutants. No X-Men. Of course, she read most of this online and it was pretty hard to decipher what was true and what was not. It looked like her fears about the other verse was confirmed, though. "Yeah... I read on several sites online that it isn't a good place. I'm on several activist groups, too, and they all said it was pretty bad what had happened there but no one seemed to know the details."
She laughed as they exited the ride. She had to be careful to make sure she didn't trip over herself, or over anyone else, or really anything. Her entire world was still spinning. Once she was able to regain her footing, she nodded and laughed some more, "Oh my god, what if someone actually did like start flying? Or if someone had wings and somehow they got like out and it just shot them out?" That probably wasn't something to laugh at, but she could only imagine it like a cartoon. Specifically, that show with the roadrunner and coyote. She wasn't really sure why that is what went through her mind.
It looked like they were almost immediately into another line for another coaster. She squinted and stood on her tippy toes, trying to make out. It was actually a fairly long line, which was surprising. She finally caught what looked like a mouse's face so she realizedit must be the Wild Mouse roller coaster. It was a bit rough, but it was a fun ride. At least if she was remembering correctly.
She listened as he explained that he was, in fact, this age. he used to steal powers to make him older. And then Ghost made him make a choice. She nodded, gave him a very serious look, "Well, I'm going to need some government issued ID then. For verification purposes, of course." She had tried to stay straight faced but it quickly came undone and she was laughing. Once she was a little under control, she nodded more like normal, "Well, I'm glad you're not like 14 or like 29 or something. I don't blame you for wanting to do that, though. I mean, you had technically already lived it once before, so it made sense to do it." She gave him a warm simle, "But, um, I am glad that you decided to be legal." She gave him a nudge, "Otherwise, we might never would have met."
The line started moving a little bit, so she took a quick glance on her tippy toes again. They still had a while but the line seemed to be moving a little faster, "Who is Ghost, actually? She was your guardian that you mentioned before?" They had never went into details about guardians and family stuff. She knew it seemed to be a bit of a sensitive topic for him. It was a sensitive topic for herself, too.
She perked a brow, "My deep, dark chocolate secrets? Ummm..." She paused, contemplating for a moment. "Well... My story isn't nearly as interesting as yours with the whole time travel situation that happened." She sighed, "I would say... I accidentally made my entire classroom sick one time. I was still learning how to control my powers and it just happened. They had to quarintine the entire room and have it sterilized." She shrugged, "But otherwise, I mean, I just studied as much as possible and hanged out at the library. so, nothing exciting. Pretty basic, like me." She winked and chuckled at her own joke about herself. She knew she had not basic feelings and tastes, but some self-depcrating humor was always fun.
Of course, Celeste didn't really have the opportunity to do anything fun. She never got a TV, computer, or books. She literally was only fed and clothed by her parents and anything else came from the library, doing odd end jobs like babysitting, until she finally got a real job as a Starbucks Barista. She had played video games at her friends houses and she loved every minute of them. It was just the way her world was at the time.
And with that, they were getting waved onto the ride. After getting latched in, and a few minutes of safety checks, the coaster began to shoot off. The ride was pretty rough as it made very sharp turns with no slowing down and Celeste's heart nearly jumped out of her chest a couple times. She gave Jude a huge grin on one of the worst turns as she was lunged sideways and then lunged back into him.
Celeste shrugged, unsure about whatever a quserito was. She just cared that it tasted good and only remotely cared that she really had no idea what was actually inside it. It tasted good, so the rest didn't matter. Hopefully, anyways. She loved her junk food. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep it up forever, but, while she was still young, she wanted to enjoy it.
Celeste just couldn't get over the awful audio clip that played. Why hadn't they fixed that? What was happeningin this movie? Why was all th actors and actresses just awful as could be? Celeste was torn between laughing and feeling embarrassed for them. This was what she signed up for though.
She stared at the scene when the man ran after the woman. She nodded as she listened to Marisols thoughts about it, "I mean... That was pretty extreme, to be honest... I mean, like... Creepy. Kinda like cat calling? And she's just like so non-chalant about it. Like he totally didn't just run after you after a creepy waitress just stared you both down or whatever." She shrugged and took a bite of the Mexican pizza, nearly finising it already. She shrugged though, "Some people have some crazy ideas of romance, though. Maybe she felt complimented to be tracked down like a piece of meat."
She leaned forward and stared intently at the movie for a moment, "Wait... Is... He reading his lines? Like, he didn't even remember his script??? Isn't that like the first rule of what not to do as an actor?" She looked towards Marisol with a clearly perplexed face, "Um, why would any actress or actor even want their name in the titles of this movie? I mean, it's amazing for our purposes, but this had to be a career buster."
Celeste blew her nose another time, for what seemed like the millionth time. She looked towards Booker with relatively weak, red eyes and she could only give a weak smile. Would he really let her crash until she could figure something else out? He was probably being nice, felt like he had to say something because what else could he do? She put him in an uncomfortable situation. He could have just passed her off to a homeless shelter, though. They were a dime a dozen in New York City.
>> ”I’m 100% sure. And I’m not going to make you cook and clean like some kind of slave, If you want to help out, that’s fine. But you don’t have to sell your services to me. I’m offering as a friend.”
He was being serious. Or, he seemed like he authentically wanted to help. Celeste was still a bit stunned that she had lucked into another awesome, sweet friend. At least she didn't have to worry about Booker having a heart attack in his sleep... Hopefully, anyways. She nodded, unsure. She had to make it up to him somehow. Maybe she could give most of her paycheck? She could definitely cook and/or clean while she was there. She'd do her best to be unnoticeable, that was kinda her specialty for most of her life, anyways. Although, she didn't really have a choice.
>> ”That’s a good idea, But, maybe not think about it right, right now, okay? That is a lot you’re dealing with today and I think you need to just sit somewhere and relax and try to breathe, okay? Listen, I’ll take an early lunch in about….. ten minutes. We’ll head over there, I’ll drop you off, show you around, and you can take a nap or eat something, okay? Just don’t worry about anything today.”
She nodded slowly and as she sighed. She took another sip of water. She nodded again, for no real reason. He was right - she needed to calm down, relax, and take a breather for the day. It had been a really bad day for her and she needed time to just clear her mind without having to worry about homelessness, or school, or Norma's lack of a funeral, or feeling like she's being a burden to her friend Booker. A lot of stuff had happened to her in a pretty short time frame, from moving to NYC, to Norma, to school, to everything. She hadn't even taken a moment to really contemplate her situation.
She whispered after a couple sniffles, "Thank you... Thank you so much, I d-don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
She gave him a grin and nodded, "How did they react to you being an illusionist? I always imagine parents reacting badly to those kind of career goals, but it seems like they either love it or are terrified." Marisol, her best friend, was in the performing arts. Her mother supported her 110%. She even helped her get all the way to NYC from California to go to her Mari's high school of choice. Pretty different from illusiony stuff, but still she had a desire to sing, act, ballet, etc. It was something Celeste loved about her - she had passion for the arts.
Of course, Celeste herself could only sing. No one would ever see her dance or try magic tricks. She barely has any coordination, let alone magic or illusionist abilities.
She laughed at his last comment. That was true, she hadn't heard of him, "Well, it might be because I just haven't been around here for a long time. I'm just now scouting this area of town out, I live kinda nearby. Just checking the sites."
The Escapist. Huh. Did he escape from traps and such too? She hadn't seen him do a trick like that, "So, do you escape from like handcuffs and stuff, too? I mean, I'm presuming. Sorry if that's a little judgy." She wasn't sure what was offensive to illusionists or not. Yikes. "Um. That's pretty cool. Do you only do it on the street or do you have like a theater you perform at too? I'd love to come watch one of those shows!" Well, so long as no one was being sawed in half, anyways. She never liked that trick.
She gave him a big grin, "you'll be viral in no time. Everyone will know who you are soon!" She chuckled and then shrugged at his last question, "I was thinking I might stop at this cute little coffee place down the street. I saw it had good reviews on Google, but uh, I've never actually been there. I was ultimately just out for a stroll."
Celeste had laid out pretty much everything that had happened over the past few months. She started with a brief opening and ended with the finale of her roommate dying. She hated her parents, she hated Norma for dying, she hated the world for everything being sh*t. Of course, she didn't really hate any of them. She was just struggling. She didn't know what her next step was, especially after she had made so many first steps already. For every two steps forward, something happened that pushed her back a step. What was next? Her life felt a series of disappointing events, even though she had tried her hardest to be a good person, a smart person, and everything else.
She took a few more tissues and blew her nose, wiped her eyes, and threw them away. She also took another sip of water. The long spill had made her surprisingly thirsty. She did explain a lot in very quick period, plus she wouldn't be surprised if she was dehydrated with all the tears she lost. When she saw Booker shed a tear, it broke her heart even more. She hated herself for putting him in this situation. It wasn't fair to him. Of course, everything seemed unfair at this point.
After taking a few more deep breaths, she waited for him to process her confession. It wasn't like he could really help, mainly just listen to her vent.
>> ”My god. I...I don’t even know what to say, Celeste, I am so, so sorry for what you’ve gone through...for what you are going through.
She gave him a weak smile before shaking her head, "I mean, it's not your fault or anything. It is what it is. I just have to live through it." What else could she do? She had to keep on like before, after all. It was too late to turn back now.
>> Celeste, this may seem odd, and feel free to say no, but, I would like to help. I mean, I live with my sister and we don’t have that much room, but if you’re okay crashing on a couch until you can get a new place set up…...you’re more than welcome to it.”
She stared at him for a moment, taking in his offer, "I.. I mean, are you sure? I really don't want to be a bother... I can, um, I'm really good at cooking. And I can clean. And other stuff." She mumbled, "You don't have too, you know, I mean, I don't want you to feel like you have to just because... I can figure it out, I just I need some time, I don't want to cause you any issues... Unless you're sure. Because," she wiped some new tears that appeared in her eyes again, mainly due to being thankful for his offer and his friendliness. "I mean, yes, if you don't mind. But it's okay if you're not..." She took a breath, "This is all I have," she motioned to her luggage, "So, it's not like there's a lot that I'd be bringing with me..." She sighed and had a puzzled look on her face, and she started talking to herself for a moment, "I think I might could get a place set up with the school... Juliette did say they let students move in when they want..."
Celeste gave Marisol a big grin as she caved to the yummy treats she bought, "Yesssss! It may look and smell like grossness, and it won't be what you're use to, but it is pretty good, cheap, Americanized food. Give it a try." She stuck her tongue out at Mari playfully.
She gave a mischievous grin to Marisol, "I think you might just want to walk me to the exit, that's all. I think the rest is fine." At least, hopefully. She hoped she didn't cause too much trouble sneaking in - presuming she was caught, of course. She hadn't thought about if Mari might be in trouble, but chances are it wouldn't. Colleges were pretty chill about stuff like this, right?
She hunkered down, ready to eat and be amazed by the awful movie. Which, apparently, was them driving for 4 minutes. Celeste perked a brow and glanced towards Marisol and just started laughing. What did she get herself into? Celeste shrugged. She wasn't even sure what was in a quesorito, "I think there's cheese in it or something...? I dunno." She shrugged again, "It tastes good." Celeste watched Mari eat the quesorito with probably a little too much intensity. Celeste wanted to see if she'd like it or not.
And score! She did! She laughed and nudged her playfully, "Yeah, yeah, your secret is safe with me." She looked back towards the movie and jumped a little at the waitresses face with the noise, "Did they not even edit the voices on this? Oh my god..."
Celeste began to unpack her goodies from the Bails of Tacos bag. She was really craving that Mexican pizza, so she set one of them aside. All in all, it was a lot of food for the girls. 12 tacos, 2 Mexican pizzas, and 2 quesorito. She also pulled out a couple 24 ounce cokes and some water bottles as well. Presumably, each girl had half of the meal unless one or the other wanted more. Celeste wasn't sure if it was even possible for them to both eat all the food in a few hours.
She perked a brow and gave her a hard look at her comment about dieting, "Mari! Come onnnnn. A salad isn't god bad movie night food." She waved her hands across all the food, "How do you expect me to eat all this by myself, missy? Plus, it's only one night!" She gave her a fake puppy dog face before she started chuckling a little bit. It was a little extreme begging, but Celeste was wanting them to not worry about figures, and dancing, and school, and the future tonight. It was just going to be a bad movie night bonding for the two of them. They both were already so busy, even at work they haven't had as much time to socialize.
She nodded, painfully aware that her dorm in January would not be this nice. At all. She was right, though. This definitely wasn't a cheap school. Maybe Celeste should have went to a performing arts school - she could sing, right? That was an art or something. Though, actually art and dancing aren't her strong suites at all. She grinned a little, "So, I kinda sorta snuck in by the way, hopefully they won't throw me out."
Celeste gave her a warm smile as she gave Reagan the credit for their dorm. It was a pretty dorm - the Christmas lights made it look not too bright. There was a lot of pink, which judgmentally wasn't something she'd expect to come from a person name 'Reagan.' Ballets & Broadway posters dotted the room, which wasn't surprising given that they were in performance arts school and both of them were in the well, performing arts. She made a note that she'd have to get Marisol to fill her in on the details of the arts world one day.
Her eyes went big at that title, "Wow. That already sounds awful, honestly." She gave her a big, cheesy grin, "It's perfect!"
Once Marisol turned the movie on, she settled in and opened a fork and began to munch on her Mexican pizza. She perked a brow almost immediately as she stared at the movie playing on the T.V. What on God's good earth made someone come up with this? It was the perfect awful movie.
Celeste had a big grin on her face. She hoped that Marisol wouldn't mind her showing up with food and the hope for some time to hang out. Marisol caught on to Celeste's little guise pretty quickly, 'Wellll... I mean, you can't technically prove it. Also, yes, you're correct. No choice! I'm here and with tons of tacos!" She laughed and gave Marisol a playful nudge. If Marisol didn't want her to be here, she hoped that Marisol would tell her and know that she would head out.
But, at the news of her plans for them for the night, Marisol seemed super excited and invited her into her dorm. She gave her a big, cheesy grin, "You won't regret it! Promise!" At least, hopefully she wouldn't. It definitely wasn't real, good Mexican food that she was use too. But it was great snack, Americanized, messy and unhealthy, perfect for a night like this. In either case, too late to go back now.
She went and plopped down beside Marisol and gave her a nod, "No worries, I'm actually kinda surprised it's as big as it is. I always thought they were like... Super tiny." She chuckled and then gave her a sheepish grin, "So, I hope you know movies, because I actually don't really watch them. I don't even own a TV. "
She leaned back against the wall, looking over the room. It was a pretty cute dorm, how her and Reagan had decorated it, "You've made the dorm look really homey, too!"
She nodded. She wasn't sure about the West versus East part of London, but Celeste still didn't really know about the divides in New York City yet. Was there rivalries between the different boroughs? Was London like that, too? Eh, questions for another time.
She shrugged and turned a little red. Everyone always asked her that after she mentioned she was going to NYU. It was something she was proud of, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do. There was a lot of options - political science, maybe. Or she could be a doctor. Or a teacher. Who knew. She sighed, "I don't know yet. I think I'll figure it out when I'm there."
She perked a brow but nodded. There was Canadian bacon, but maple syrup tended to be the most well known consumable from Canada. We did have some pretty darn good maple syrup, after all. She wasn't sure about the beer part, but she was sure they were all about beer. She wasn't able to be out and about like most other kids her age were, so she wasn't entirely sure.
She smiled, unsure of how to answer his question. It wasn't always safe to be open about a mutation and her desire to finish school at Xavier's. Luckily, he hadn't asked her about her high school or else she would've been up sh*t creek there. He was a illusionist on the street though, so he probably wasn't a bigot. But what if he was? She chuckled and decided to keep it simple, "Just for studying. No desire to be famous here. What about you, though? Fancy becoming a famous illusionist?"
(No problem, short isn't a problem so long as there is something to reply too. Thanks! That was helpful. XD)
She yawned as she finished Maya's hair. It wasn't awful, but it definitely wasn't really good.
>> "Tragic."
She squinted towards Maya and grumbled about herself being an overachiever. It would be tragic - A's and then that one B. Gross.
>> "I'm sure he'll have some photo assignments later on. You'll make up for lost points, him?"
She nodded and shrugged, "I guess so... But, uh... That might not save me in the end."
>> "Maybe you should do an icing portrait of me. If Nate doesn't like it, he can still eat the cake..."
She chuckled and grinned before realizing she had a pie in the oven. Oh no! How long had it been? She rushed over to check it, realizing it was just finished. She grabbed it out of the oven and sat it on the counter. It smelled very much like apple and cinnamon. Mmm.
"I wish I could just replace all my assignments with baking related ones. He would totally like my icing paintings."
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