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?
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Celeste was getting more and more involved in the local and national politics of New York and the U.S. There was a lot of injustices that was happening and Celeste was continually getting more upset about it. Things weren't fair, they weren't egalitarian, and that was upsetting to Celeste. While Celeste was generally optimistic, she had some serious doubts over the U.S., at least in its current political climate. New York state might make some good laws & regulations to help mutants and other minorities, but the federal government didn't seem very interested. Hopefully, Mari wouldn't mind going with her to the rally they were trying to set up. It already had a couple hundred committed on the MyFace event.
Celeste perked a brow, realizing that Marisol didn't know she was coming. Didn't she check her phone? Oh well, too late now.
She shook her head, "Nope, but we do now! I sent you a text like 20 minutes or something." She had a huge grin on her face. She knew Marisol wouldn't be too happy to see a Bails of Tacos logo that was full of cheap, fake Mexican food. "Nope, it's your favorite! Mari, I'm a waitress and that's my only living, I'm a broke joke. This was like a whole 18 bucks and will last us all night. Which, bad movie night!" She beamed, before realizing that maybe Marisol had other plans, "Unless, you know, you're busy. In which case I can probably eat all of this by myself anyways." At least she was honest about it.
Celeste couldn't imagine having lived so much of her life to just wake up some odd years earlier. It kinda actually triggered a little bit of fear - what if everything she's done so far is just a dream that she's going to wake up from some odd years in the past, with none of this happening? No Jude, no Xavier's, no NYU. Ughhh. She nearly wanted to pinch herself but didn't. That probably didn't work for him, either, though. Of course, it was amazing to hear that something like that even happened. People were in the future actively working to save our the world or something in those lines. It sounded exciting but really frustration, at least once they came back to this time.
She gave him a smile after he booped her nose, she leaned against him as they waited in line - until it was there turn! "I usually wouldn't agree that I was that lucky but I am pretty lucky, pretty lucky to have met you." That was quicker than she expected. She decided it'd probably be best to get her hair up, so she took a hair tie out and pulled her hair into it's usual bang and buns. She followed instructions, putting her back against the astroturf. She gave Jude a big grin... And then it began to rotate. She laughed with everyone else as she pretty must plastered onto the wall due to the force.
She looked over to Jude as they spun around and around and around, occasionally seeing a sky and a ground. He was even adorable with his cheeks flapping around. Her cheeks were flapping around now, too. And her hair. She gave him a goofy, cheek flapping grin.
After several minutes of twirling the riders back and forth, it finally came to an end. It left Celeste a little wobbly as she regained her footing, mainly she was a little dizzy from the event, "Wow, that was wild. I forgot how fun those kinda rides are."
Celeste was nervous - they didn't have that much space and she didn't know how they would fight off 7 people. Well, 6 now. 6 was better than 7 but still, they weren't in the favorable position.
She perked a brow to her, she could turn into a dinosaur? That was... Freaking awesome, actually. If they weren't in a life or death situation, she'd probably have a lot of questions and curiosities regarding the girl's mutation. What kinda dinosaurs could she turn into, actually? Celeste used to play with dinosaur dolls when she was younger and it was pretty darn fun.
They had a more serious situation going on them reminiscing about her childhood. Could she provide some type of distraction? Probably not, at least not now that there were two others running towards them. This did not look good, it did not look good at all. She saw the woman's knife. Celeste herself had a taser and some throwing knives in her purse but had limited to barely any training in using them. She pulled her taser out. This was going to get close combat sooner than later and she'd probably miss throwing little daggers at the bigots.
She had been recharging her powers. The next major target to take out was the leader, with the Machete. It'd be a lot harder to dodge a machete than the smaller knives the other men had. At least she took out the shotgun guy, which was probably the most dangerous of them all. She glanced at the girl, "I mean, I might could do a large flare that would make them like the shotgun guy. It'd hit you, though, and it'd only keep them at bay for a couple minutes. Are you tolerant to radiation?" Some people had good genes, or a good mutation, that could protect them from radiation. Could she shift her skin or something? She doubted she'd do much damage to someone whose skin was as thick as a dinosaur. Of course, she wasn't entirely sure.
She waited for an answer as she prepared to release another flare, this time to the man with the machete. A couple of the other guys were already on them and she heard one scream, she jumped to the side, barely missing a knife into her chest. She touched the taser onto the dude and turned it on as the electricity shocked through his body. Two more down? Or was the guy the woman Amber stabbed still trying to go? She turned to look towards them.
Finally content with the general outline of the face, she began to do Maya's hair. Shading was a little easier than regular shapes, so she was a little happier sketching that.
>>"Oh come on, no one's ever failed art. Not under Nate, anyway. You'll do your best and you'll be fine. Or maybe you can try some other art form, if sketching's not your strength. Like, photography? Collage?..."
She perked a brow, "well, yeah, but there is always a first. I don't think I'll fail it, I'll just make like... A B or something when it should be an A." She wanted her transcript to look excellent - she had been accepted under the condition that she kept her grades up. They could revoke it come December and it has dropped. Not to mention the scholarships she was awarded...
Huh, photography. That might be something she'd be good at. But she can't afford a camera, so that probably wouldn't work out to well, "I can't afford a camera that would take really good photos. But I think I'd be better at that. But, that's not what Mr. Holloway is wanting us to do, so I dunno." She paused, "But... Look at the icing design on those cakes and cookies? I consider that art! I'm great at it there!"
She finally was able to stop crying, at least for the moment. Her eyes were watery and red, but no water escaped from them. While she was sad, at least she wasn't alone. That was always a plus, even if she felt really guilty for dragging her friend into this mess.
>> ”Don’t you worry about that, That’s what I have other minions for.”
She nodded and gave a weak smile. That was a silly joke. It was true, he did have plenty of other minions. Celeste had been on a mission to be the best minion at the library, though. Crying and messing furniture up didn't really help her in that mission.
Once inside the room, Celeste mumbled a thank you for him holding the door open for him and pulling a chair for her, which she promptly sat down in. She took the water bottle and tissues and put them in her lap. She rubbed her eyes, preparing for whatever was next.
>> ”Please don’t feel like you have to tell me everything…but I would like to help you as I can. And it would be easier if you tell me what’s going on.”
She took a few moments to compile her thoughts and her wording. She guessed she should tell him at least the majority of her story. He wanted to help her, but he needed to know what was happening. It made sense. She sniffed and took a sip of the water to get her throat from being dry. She wasn't crying anymore, so maybe she should actually tell him. She took a deep breath, "I... I'm originally from Regina, right? I moved here earlier this year because of... Some issues with 'my family.'" She didn't consider them family anymore, at least since she was 14-15. She was just stuck there at the time. Mari and Jude knew the general background of her, but they didn't know how much it affected her. Neither knew that Norma had died that morning.
She started off hesitant, but her words ending up becoming more of a waterfall pretty quickly, "My family hates mutants, so when I manifested when I was 11 they literally had another kid, named her my middle name, and for all intents and purposes only fed and clothed me so they couldn't get put in prison for child neglect."
She used a tissue to wipe her nose, "They wouldn't let my sister even talk to me - we'd just talk by sending each other notes. I was practically a prisoner in my own room." She sighed and took a breath, "S-so earlier this year I stole like 3,000 dollars from them and left. I ran away. Isabel was figuring it out. I wasn't wanted there. So I just left. And I came here. And here has been great but it's had challenges. I stayed at this shady motel for like a week until Norma and I met, here. It didn't take her long to ask me to move i-into her apartment with her to help her with rent and cleaning. She is.. was.. in her 80's. So, I moved in with her and now she's passed away, dead. I can't go back to R-Regina... I'll be moving into dorms in January a-and I'm finishing high school this semester."
She never told anyone about the 3,000 dollars, but she was just too upset to hide anything. A general overview of her past and the last few months were kinda just spilling out of her. He did ask to know what was going on, in her defense. "I left them a note with my stupid flip phone that broke a little while ago and they never even called to see if I lived through the journey," she took a deep breath, trying to finish her story but unsure of where to really stop so she just decided to hide her face in her hands and then mumbled a conclusion, "So, parents hate me, my sister probably will because of them too. My friend, roommate is dead, and I'm homeless and I don't know what to do."
D*mnit, she screwed a piece of it up. She groaned and rubbed her face in frustration. "Maybe it's not too late to just get my GED?"
>>"Well... martial arts are arts too. But they are not exactly easier to learn..."
Celeste probably wouldn't be too good at that, either, but she had a lot more confidence there than in paper, pencil, colors, paint, type of art. She rubbed the back of her neck, "Well, I think it'd be easier for me to get a hang of... I actually signed up for a training class which so far has been going at least a little better than art."
She nodded. She couldn't imagine how awesome it must be to fly across the fly. Well, except for potential bugs in the face. She thought the gesture was sweet, but she wasn't sure how safe it was, "Well... So long as it's safe, at least. I'd prefer not to fall to my death." She chuckled a little, but was serious. She had plenty of preferred ways of dying and falling from the sky was not one of them.
She gave him a big grin at his comment about the pill he was. She couldn't help but giggle. But, it was important stuff to know about him - he came to the U.S. when hew as 9 from France. Celeste hadn't been long enough at the school to really know about their field trip policies but it didn't exactly seem like the kind of school that would really want to get involved in field trips. After all, they are technically trying to help educate young mutants on how to control powers. There was inevitably some bigots who'd probably cause an issue.
It was a bit of a line, but Celeste was pretty happy either way - she had Jude's hand intertwined with hers and she was listening to him tell his story. She didn't even have to ask, he confided it to her. That made her glow. There friendship and romance was growing and that made Celeste really excited and happy, but a little nervous. All those butterflies inside her just couldn't get out.
She shook her head. She had never heard of the dream phenomenon. She was fairly sheltered from mutant related things, especially until she was 13-14. Her parents were hugely against mutants. While Celeste never felt that way, even before her own mutations manifested, she didn't hear anything in the news about things going on. She was pretty sure she never had a dream that was shared by other people, either. Maybe she just couldn't remember it? It didn't really sound like a dream, though. Like at all.
Celeste listened intently as he told his story, nodding occasionally. She was pretty sure that wasn't a dream - if a bunch of other people had the same dream, there was no way it was. So, that meant he lived in the future. 10 years worth of it, actually. She clearly had a perplexed face as she listened and processed what he was saying to her. It must have been crazy frustrating practically restarting his life at 9 years old.
She bit her lip as she contemplated her next words, "Wow... That had to be insanely frustrating, to practically start over like that. Especially, since you already had all of those life experiences."
So the X-Man Ghost was his guardian on the X-Men that he mentioned when they first met. She rubbed the back of her neck, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." She paused again, thinking, "But, I gotta say," she nudged him playfully, "I'm glad you ended up coming back and ended my age at, um, the same time as my age? I think you get what I mean?" She turned a little red, realizing she completely fumbled over her wording. Time related issues were confusing.
Celeste had finished her shift at the diner earlier in the day. First thing she did was take a shower - she had to get the diner smell off of her. She got snug in some jeans and a green button up shirt.
She yawned as she messed around at her apartment, primarily cleaning, cooking Norma something to eat for lunch/dinner. She had been messing with her iPhone, mainly browsing news and some new recipes. She nearly tried a new recipe she saw on ViewTube but decided to keep it simple. She was bored. She didn't have any new books to read, the library was closed, and she had no immediate homework or exams coming up that she felt the need to prepare for.
She thought about what she was going to do for the rest of the day - she could bake, but she did not want to spend money. She could study, but she wasn't really in the mood. She could just keep messing on her phone, but she was just getting worked up reading about the depressing news that was coming out day in and out.
So, she decided she was going to go to Marisol's dorm. She had never been there before, but Marisol had mentioned that her roommate is all over a boy toy of hers. Hopefully, she wouldn't be there so they could hang out for a while. Maybe watch some movies. Celeste didn't eat her meal she cooked, but thought about Taco Bell - she had a huge craving for it.
With some goals in mind, she found a Bails of Tacos nearby & ordered 12 tacos, 2 Mexican pizzas, and 2 shredded chicken quesorito, and she was off. Of course, she expected Marisol to mention how it wasn't real Mexican food and how she had better, but it was super cheap, plus it was great snack food for movies.
Once on the bus, she decided to send a quick text to let Marisol know she was on her way.
Hey Mari!!! I'm coming over. I'm bringing lots of food for us to snack on! We can have a bad movie night. !
Celeste clicked send and finished the bus ride. After sneaking into Marisol's dorm behind another student, (after all, she didn't have a visitor pass or a key card thing,) she knocked on Marisol's room door with Taco food in hand.
It looked like Marisol had plenty of experience with dorms. A bad one but it turned out to have a happy ending - at least, if by happy ending meaning they transferred and maybe never talked again. Or maybe they did talk again? "Did you ever talk to your first roommie again? Or was it like a messy, never talk each other again kinda thing?"
Marisol found her social incompetence unfavorable but Celeste thought it made her, well her. She wouldn't ask for Marisol in any other way than a little social mess. Celeste had a feeling most people found it endearing, anyways. At least, most people being her and some of the diner patrons that really liked Marisol. Everyone found her very endearing. "You know, everyone who meets you loves you." She took another big bite of rice.
She nodded, "I mean, it's really expensive to live here and I really don't want to be in a dorm stuffed with someone else in like 300 feet room. Much rather get a tiny apartment with a personal bedroom plus a large living space or something." She shrugged, "Maybe that's just me, though." She leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her soda. She laughed at Marisols suggestion of her getting whisked away and married, "And maybe I'll have 2 kids before I'm 20, too! Wanta be there god mom?" She chuckled. She joking, of course. She wasn't even sure if she could biologically have children. She might could, she might not, it wasn't something she has ever been concerned with. Boys were something that was a bit on the side burner for most of her life until pretty recently.
She yawned, "You're probably going to meet someone on Broadway, some famous celebrity, get whisked away to Hollywood." She chuckled and gave her a playful nudge from her chair.
She smiled and gave a soft squeeze back. "You're right. I would also be a total loser with no friends, especially no best friend. So, you're right. And it's good that we have ventured out."
Once they finished their meal, Celeste bought them both ice cream. It was her treat to Marisol for coming out with her, especially at such short notice. From there, it was all the shopping stores - from dancing/art related stores, to video games, to dresses. It was a great evening before they both had to part ways and head back to their respective homes feeling even more like best friends forever.
Celeste knew that she needed to calm down, to breath, and try to restore some stability in her emotions - even more importantly, her voice. Norma had become Celeste's rock when she first moved into the town - she was her first friend and she had lost her. The police made her feel like she didn't even know the woman, on top of that. Also, tears and snot wasn't a pretty site for anyone. She took a few deep breaths, trying to sort out her feelings and emotions. She just couldn't believe Norma was gone.
She hated putting Booker in this situation. She considered him a good friend, but ultimately his duty was to the library and she was his worker. They had a personal friendship but it also had a lot of professionalism that she hoped she wasn't violating by crying in his library with her bags. Of course, she had no where else to go. This was her second home - granted, she never thought she'd have a suitcase of her undies, dresses, and everything else with her in the library. She took a few deep breaths as she tried to calm herself down, "I'm s-sorry. I don't want to bother you or anything." She took a few tissues out to dry her face and wipe her nose.
That was until he mentioned the suitcase and the reality of her situation really came out. She had definitely violated his professional trust, sobbing in his library. It felt like going into work and having a boss watch his employee bawl her eyes out. If she wasn't already a mess, that probably would have made her cry even more.
>> ”Aw honey, just...just get it out. Get it all out...”
She felt a small squeeze on her shoulders and felt his other hand on her arm. She realized he had gotten off his chair and was trying to comfort her. At least he didn't tell her to stop crying, he actually had encouraged her to get it out. It helped, at least in the sense that she didn't feel as terrible for sobbing next to him and in his library. This couldn't have been comfortable for Booker. She really needed to get herself under control so she tried to take a few deep breaths, which were met with more sobbing until the about the fifth try. Tears finally stopped, her breathing came back to relative normal, and she used another tissue. She was almost out.
>> ”Come on, let’s go to my office, okay? All the tissue you could want in there and we’ll talk. We’ll figure this out, promise.”
She nodded. That was a good idea. Hopefully, she hadn't freaked any of the library patrons that had passed through. She stood up, wiping her eyes again, and she took a deep breath. Knowing how Booker was about furniture in his library she decided to quickly and quietly add, "I'll be s-sure to move it all back, as soon as I can." At least she had stopped the tears. Of course, that might be a temporary feat. She wasn't sure if she could tell Booker that she no longer had a home - how could she say she washomeless? Maybe it was just her pride, but she was hurting so much from Norma that she'd probably have another break down if she said it.
She had reached over for her suitcase, but Booker had already got it. It was just a matter of her following him to his office, then.
Celestina liked giving Jude hugs. He smelled good and was warm. She didn't say that because she felt like it would have been a little weird, but it was true. She made a mental note to get Jude hugs as much as possible. She chuckled at his comment. She was a fair commitment partner - both sides needed to do their fair share to nurture the relationship... Er, friendship. That included paying for events out and about. While Celestina didn't make too much money, she had plenty of left over money from her waitress tips and her paycheck every two weeks.
She nodded quickly and then laughed. He was in security, so it made sense that he was trained to fight people. However, she wasn't entirely expecting his confession about flying. It wasn't entirely unsurprising because he could just take someones mutations and fly off, on the other hand, it's not every day someone just mentions they can fly in the sky. She perked a brow, "How is it up there? When you're flying?" She was pretty curious - she had never been on a plane before but imagined it had to be one heck of a view.
But, back to the important parts, which ride should they ride first? She agreed that they should save the Ferris wheel, "Definitely save the ferris wheel for when it gets dark. Gosh, it is going to be so beautiful seeing the city lights so high up." She nodded at his decision for the Centrifugal Enforcer. Sounded like a great plan, actually, "Perfect! That way we can try to hit as many coasters as we can!" She gave a playful grin as they took off towards the Enforcer. She made some mental notes on which coasters she might like to ride as they rounded their way to the back of the park. Definitely the sidewinder and definitely the Challenger, a basically upside down roller coaster. She shivered at the thought of being hung upside down but it made her super excited.
She bit her lip for a moment, in thought, "I was... 10, actually." She laughed, "I somehow managed to sneak on to every single ride, too. I wasn't tall enough for any of them but I rode every ride in the park. I can't even remember it's name now... Eh, either way, I can only remember fun things from it." She had been a little surprised that Jude had never been to an amusement park, but plenty of people hadn't, "I'm kinda surprised you haven't been to one. There's a few around here. There was only like one in Regina. Well, back then, anyways."
She smiled and gave him a nod. She did really enjoy his performance. It was a great introduction to illusion and while Celeste would always be amazed by tricks like that, it was a great performance. While her threat to keep his watch was clearly met with no chance of happening, Celeste was content with that. He was right - it is better to enjoy a mystery.
A lightbulb kind of went off in Celeste's head when he said he was from London. That made sense. She nodded, "It's a good city to live in, crazy expensive, but a good city, eh." She stepped closer to the buildings next to her as a couple businessmen and one woman came strutting down the street - very clearly on a mission and no time for excuse mes.
She nodded, "Yeah, I moved here earlier this year. I'm finishing up high school and I'm going to New York University in January." She still couldn't believe she was accepted - and that she was actually going to be a college student. Some big changes were coming! "I'm originally from Regina, Canada. It's above North Dakota." She emphasized the physical location because nearly all Americans didn't know where Regina was. She realized after the fact that he might not even know where North Dakota was since he was from London. Oh well.
(OOC: No worries, I'm not even sure what it sounds like I wouldn't know the difference. XD)
She gave him a big grin after the hug, content with her one arm pat. He didn't reject the hug, which is what Celeste was nervous about.
She giggled and perked a brow, "Well, they're pretty fun! It's been a while since I last went to one. Plus, it's perfect weather to do it. And there' might be some Halloween stuff they're setting up, too! But um, yeah, I'm really excited too. It's really good to see you again." At least, some amusements park had already began their Halloween preparations. She didn't see anything about Halloween with this park when she looked them up, but that could just mean it's not advertised.
Celeste looked at his hand as he held out the pin. She gave him a smile and took it in her hand then smelled it, "Thank you so much... It's really sweet, Jude." She pulled the flowery pin into her hair, pulling some of her bangs up. Her heart warmed up somehow even more at his explanation of a gardenia. It seemed kinda right for both of them, really. Celeste, being the huggy person she is, decided it was time for another hug. There wasn't much words could say but she could show her appreciation. She wrapped her arms around him again and gave him a little playful, sweet squeeze. She even lingered for a moment with this hug. It felt more serious than a hello. And her nervousness wasn't in skyrocket mode, at least not yet.
When she pulled away, she perked a brow. How did what work? She gave him a puzzled look for a moment before she realized he meant the amusement park, "Well... We just gotta get our tickets, they'll stamp our hands I think... Well, that's what they did the last time I went to an amusement park. And then we just go get in line at the rides. Hopefully you're not afraid of heights," she nudged him playfully. Fear of heights and roller coasters tended not to go well. She paused, "Or have a heart condition, because you can't ride them in those situations, either," she murmured, more as an after thought than an actual comment.
With a shrug, she took his hand in hers and moved forward in the line. Once at the ticket gate, she held a receipt from where she secretly already bought the tickets for the two, so all they had to do was get their stamps, or bracelets, which as it turned out, this place didn't do that. They were now at the entrance of the park with a map, "Sooo... Which one do you want to do first?"
After a few more tries, a relatively modest version of Maya's head began to form - one that Celeste decided she would keep working on, no matter what. She had wasted too many trees lives.
>> "I do DR training sessions for students to work with their powers. I'm better at that than academics."
She nodded, "I think I'd rather be doing trainings in the DR instead of art, honestly. I don't know how to fight fight but I'd rather learn that than make a pretty picture. I'd probably be at least slightly better at punching someone."
Celeste gave Marisol an upbeat, encouraging smile. She had a feeling she knew how Marisol felt about Celeste going off to college - mainly, worried about their friendship. Even though it wasn't said, she felt it. Intuition! Or whatever. Marisol confirmed her feelings with her nonchalant okay and her big pleased smile. Marisol was such a happy person - honestly, Celeste was surprised she didn't have more best friends. Despite her social awkwardness, which was more endearing than anything, she was an amazing friend.
>> ”If you live on campus, you better expect me to come hang out at your dorm!”
Celeste nodded, "Of course! Although, I'm kinda nervous... What kinda dorm am I going to be in? What if it's like... A bad dormmate roomie thing?" She gasped, "What if she or he is like... Crazy, pyscho killer and tries to kill me in my sleep?" She was slightly joking, slightly serious. Bad roommates seemed to be a pretty common issue, especially in tight quarters like dorms. Limited privacy, busy with schoolwork or other stuff, yikes. She shook her head and decided to be optimistic, "It can't be too bad... Hopefully. Plusss, once you're ready to go to college, at least if you choose to go close by, we can be roomies! I'd have what? Two more years left? Unless I graduate early, I guess." Which she might try to do, presuming if she can find out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.
Celeste was busy stuffing her face full of the Chinese food - not really in the most lady-like fashion, either. She didn't realize how hungry she was until confronted with the deliciousness.
>>”I’m sorry, you were saying what about seats?”
She shrugged, "No idea." She kinda remembered but she didn't feel like repeating it, it was mostly just a mumble to herself anyway. Not an important piece of conversation.
>> ”Of course. You’re supposed to go figure yourself out at college. Find a passion, make out with a roommate, get put in police custody. Or, you know, join a club. I don’t really know, I don’t go for another two years.”
Her eyes widened and she gave a gasp, "So scandalous! I don't think I'd do that. Well, at least, not get put in police custody. Maybe the other two. No guarantees." She chuckled as she took a few more bites. She sighed before nodding, "I mean, I guess so. I just don't know what I want to do. Everything was kinda set before I decided I couldn't handle Regina anymore." She shrugged.
I'm bringing lots of food for us to snack on! We can have a bad movie night. 
I wouldn't know the difference. XD)