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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>>“He looked like me, though a bit rougher ‘round the edges… And certainly similar to me, but chaotic and smarmy. I got the sense he’s either a raging hurricane or an intense heat wave, very rarely anything in between. It seems to me that on the other side of the RIP, life’s been even harder on those people at least if my counterpart if any reflection of life there.”
She nodded, her face showed serious contemplation, "Hmm... That's interesting. I have read rumors and stuff that it's a bit darker of a timeline than ours. I'm happy I'm here, at the same time it really sucks..." Other than whispers and rumors, she knew nothing concrete about the other timeline. She wasn't sure if she ever wanted to know, "It'd be really weird to meet my other timeline person... I hope I never have too." She admitted honestly, especially if her life was somehow a lot better than this timeline Celeste.
>>“Here’s a few questions for you councilwoman… Should a criminal from the other side be extradited from our side if requested? Should we grant refuge for anyone seeking it? Are members of the other side still American citizens on our side or are they immigrants?”
She arched a brow, a little surprised. She wasn't expecting him to ask her any questions - she was the one literally fan girling over him. It was a bit embarrassing, honestly, at least until they had gotten into the rhythm of conversation. She pulled some of her hair behind her ear as she thought of an educated response. "Those are some pretty difficult questions. Part of it depends on questions that we really don't have answers for. Ultimately, it depends on the crime. Small crimes, immigration related ones? Nah. Maybe if it was murder, rape, kidnapping, those kind of things." Refugees, that was a pretty sensitive topic in U.S. politics it seemed, she nodded, "A person who needs help still needs help should be able to find refugee wherever they can safely get their family. Whether that is in our timeline or their's, there is no reason to deny and potentially kill innocent people just because of... Well," she paused, thinking of the right words, "space-continuum? Inhabitants of alternate universes? Well, whatever. I think immigrants would be a safer bet. Ultimately, they are from a different America, a different Canada, a different U.K. It isn't a replica of this timeline, so it's not the same."
She paused, thinking a bit more, "The only problem is most likely every person from the other timeline who comes here has someone who is them in this timeline. That kinda throws a wrench in a lot of stuff, I guess. There would need to be some way to tell the difference."
Celeste couldn't help but give a giggle towards Marisol. They were already amazing friends and Celeste knew that that was never going to change, at least not anytime soon. She felt like they had a once in a lifetime type of friendship, one that would transcend the barriers of time, work, and family related situations. She could only hope that Marisol would put as much effort as Celeste promised herself she would into their friendship.
>>”Of course, but same goes for you. You’re gonna be a college gal soon, Celeste. You’ll be way too busy to entertain texts from your high schooler friend,”
She chuckled again, "So? Nothing at college is going to distract me from giving you a text every now and then," she grinned, joking about not texting her a lot. She got a little serious, though. She knew that Marisol might worry about their friendship fading once she was in college - it was a natural thing to be concerned about. All teenagers had that feeling when they were in transitioning from high school to college. "Just because I'm going to college doesn't mean I'm not going to text, hang out, or do anything differently with my best friend who still has a little while left in college." She gave her a sincere smile. She meant it. Ultimately, their friendship was more important than work, volunteering, or anything else. Friendship and family always came first.
Once they were sitting, Celeste grumbled at the hard, plastic seats, "You'd think a mall this busy could have at least somewhat more comfortable seats." In either case, it was food time! She quickly opened her container of General Tao chicken with some chicken fried rice and began to dig in. She couldn't help but smile at Marisol's food - she definitely didn't do healthy with that meal. A couple cheat meals couldn't hurt her, though. Plus, she'd probably be dancing it off in a couple hours anyways.
>> ”So, speaking of college, it really is right around the corner, huh? Just a few months. Has it even sunk in yet?”
She shook her head as she finished swallowing a big bite of chicken, "Um... Yeah, it is. I...," she was thinking about how to phrase it, "It hasn't, not really. I don't even really know what I'm going to do there. My original idea is dead now and now I'm just going in and hoping I figure it out." She shrugged, "I hear that's kinda what college is about though, right? The experience and stuff."
Celeste grumbled a little bit as she attempted to draw Maya. She groaned in frustration nearly immediately, wrinkled the paper up with her hand, and threw it into the trashcan. She rubbed her eyes and began a new.
>>"So, why art? Is it an elective, or did Nate blackmail you somehow?"
She nodded, "It's an elective... I needed something that I didn't have and art was the most basic one. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but it seemed like it'd be a bit better than some of the other classes that were being offered. I quickly regret that decision, honestly. But I have to have it to pass. Mr. Holloway says that he only grades if we are making effort and are taking his teachings into account. But I'm kinda a perfectionist and this is something I cannot even nearly, closely be perfect at. Do you teach any classes?" She was an X-Man, errrr X-Woman, after all. Doesn't that mean she's a teacher too? Maybe they weren't all teachers, though.
Celeste waited for Jude, enjoying her moment of relaxation. It was nice to just people watch for a bit - plus, the weather was perfect. It was a great day to be outside. She checked her watch. It was time for him to be here, but no sign of him yet. She checked her phone but also nothing. She bit her lip, her nerves increasing a little. What if he didn't show up? What was she going to do? Just get back on the bus and go home? That would be embarrassing... Even if no one knew any different.
But, one minute later, she got a text message from him. Dark blue shirt and at the ticket line. She perked up immediately and began to walk over, although a little slowly. She checked her hair with her camera, just to make sure it looked at least relatively good. Impressions mattered, right? When she was satisfied, she stuffed her phone back into her purse and walked over. It wasn't hard for her to notice him so she gave him a small wave as she came up to him.
Should she give him a hug? Or just smile and say hi? She was going to go for a hug. She wrapped her arms around him really quick as she gave him a quick hug, "Hey! How was the ride over?" She let him go and gave him a big smile. Ugh, what if that was too much? She guessed she'd find out in a second. She was so nervous she hadn't even seen what he had in his hands. Now that she had a chance to look him over, though, he looked absolutely attractive. Plus, ready for a fun day of roller coasters and other things!
Celeste felt like she shouldn't be this upset. She was sitting in a library, staring out a window, with her volunteer boss dude wondering what the h*ll was wrong. That made her feel a bit worse - she had dragged him into her sob story, now. It wasn't something she wanted to do but she had no where else to go - what else could she do? Her best friend, Mari, lived in a dorm. She couldn't go there. Her date/friends gathering things with Jude were in the beginning still, so it would be way too soon to ask for his help. She didn't want to scare him off with something this huge already. Plus, she definitely wasn't the prettiest lady with tears streaming down her face and a runny nose.
So, her only place was the library. It was where she was ended up when she first came to the United States. It was how she found her job, and Norma. It was how she became good friends with Booker. It was even how she figured out how to get to Xavier's so she could finish up her high school. It was her only place to hide from the world, whether in books or as a literal building. She put her hands on over face as she took a deep breath. She needed to calm down, control her emotions - but how? She didn't know how too. Not after Norma. She only solace Celeste found was that she probably went fast and quick - it was probably painless for her.
She watched as Booker pulled his seat up next to her, clearly concerned. She spilled her beans with as much as a straight face as possible, but it hurt. Norma wasn't just her roommate, she was her family. Celeste knew Norma wasn't going to live forever - or even much longer. She wasn't expecting her to pass so soon, though. She couldn't shake how non-nonchalant the officers mentioned her lack of a funeral. It killed her on the inside. The police informed her that they would call her and tell her where they placed her urn but there would be no funeral if the family never came.
>>”Wow...Celeste. I am just...so so sorry, I mean, I can’t even imagine. You don’t need to be here, especially when going through this.”
She nodded slowly, rubbing her eyes every few seconds to make sure tears weren't escaping. She knew she should be somewhere else but she had no where else to go. She had literally no one to turn to, at least no one that could help her. She didn't really know what to say so she just stayed quiet and tried to keep her emotions under control.
>>”Speaking of...w-why do you have a suitcase?”
Her eyes opened widely. How could she explain that without mentioning her now homelessness? She put her head in her hands, not wanting to explain that she was homeless... Again. Except this time, she didn't have enough savings to get a sketchy hotel room. She had gotten her new phone, new clothes for upcoming dates, stuff that people her age usually buy. She felt like her life was getting into a good, normal routine. But now what? She had nothing again.
"I... I..." She kept her head cupped in her hands, "I don't have anywhere to go. They made me l-leave... I wasn't on the lease..." Her lip quivered and several more tears began to escape her eyes. Ugh. She had no where to live. But she couldn't just say that. That would make it even more real and she didn't want Booker to worry about it. She would figure it out - she could, somehow. Someway. "I can f-figure it out. I just..." She mumbled through crying fits.
This day turned out extremely better than she expected. It started out sad, depressed, aggravating but it turned out to confirm her friendship, in fact, best friendship with Marisol. Celeste was super excited and happy. She had never had a best, best friend before and maybe Marisol didn't either? She seemed just as excited as Celeste felt when she carefully made her comment about them being best friends. It was an exciting time in her life, even though she had to let go of her little flip phone.
>> ”I don’t know, I think you’re drastically underestimating how much I’m stuck at school. You’ve got like ninety percent of my free time, though, I’ll still be looking forward to photo distractions in class.”
Celeste arched an eyebrow and gave Marisol a 'really' look. Marisol did not seem like the kind of person who would ever pull out her phone during her classes. She was Celeste's little drama nerd and Celeste loved her for it. Of course, Celeste herself probably wouldn't pull her phone out during class either. She was a nerd, too. There was nothing like learning about economics, art (even if she was awful at it, but at least her awfulness earned her a favorite teacher and a late high school idol.) And all them other subjects she was taking. Her next big challenge was the training course she signed up for - she had little to no combat experience but she was probably going to have to learn pretty quickly. She was a hit and run kinda gal.
>> ”Or at least some cute pics to check out once class is over.”
She nudged her playfully, "That sounds better. We can't mess with your studies!"
>> ”Hmm… the only thing I know is I’m not interested in Chipotle. I think… we can get your food first and I can make up my mind then.”
Celeste laughed at Marisol. That made sense - she was latina, after all. She probably had lots of real, amazing Spanish food. She could cook some pretty good Spanish dishes, but it wasn't her forte. They were good, but they weren't amazing. In either case, Celeste's nostils and stomach wanted a pretty yummy Chinese meal. General Tao chicken! She nodded and began to walk over to the Chinese station. She looked over to Marisol, "I love some good Chinese food."
She gave Maya a wink, "You know it. Nothing like some cake and nudity."
>>"Yeah, my face is up here. Let's start with the basics, shall we?"
She laughed and arched a brow, "Oh, where? I wasn't paying attention, sorry," she joked in a playful manner. She sighed as she sat down at the table, grabbing her pencil and another sheet of paper.
She nodded and began to draw Maya's head, along with a plate. She grumbled slightly as she erased and re-did several times.
She nodded. She didn't think it was a bad idea, either. Not if he was serious about a costume, anyways. Plus, people ordered custom made costumes all the time - not just for Halloween, but for cosplay, their kids school plays, etc. It was just a matter of finding a good tailor, which Celeste had no idea about. If she had a smart phone, she would have looked it up and find some suggestions for him. Her little flip phone, however, was not made for internet surfing.
Celeste had learned about anti-mutant bigotry first hand - through her parents. It wasn't something that surprised her, but in Regina, it didn't escalate like this. It seemed like there were very real people who were looking to hurt mutants here. That terrified her. But, it seemed to create a great deal of comradely between mutants and their human allies, too.
In either case, this didn't look good. She was pushed behind Elliott and she was smart enough to stay behind him. She didn't have a lot of fighting experience - except for splashing people in radiation. It worked good, but it wasn't good for a quick fight or if there were not something to hide behind to aim it. Her powers were like a gun or a bow - it took a second to aim it, fire it, and then reload.
But, as she was pushed behind him, she began to charge her powers - just in case. She needed to be prepared. She could at least take one or two down in 2 or so minutes.
>>"In a situation like this one, with people shouting epithets and rushing towards a man like they're about to get violent, it's a stunning wonder I haven't laid you all out on the ground. What, pray tell, do you want?"
For some reason, she was reminded of the scene from V for Vendetta when guy fawkes rescues the girl from those creepers. Funny.
>> "Oh yeah? If I'm not a man, maybe we can just all go on our way. A huge waste of time, beating up someone who isn't even man enough to deserve your respect."
She grumbled at the insults they threw towards Elliott and she quickly interjected, albeit not entirely wisely, "He is way more of a man than you, the real monsters, are!" Apparently, none of them appreciated that response. 4 of the 5 *ssholes pulled out knives and Celeste looked over to the side of Elliott to watch what was going on, ready to sling her flare towards whoever got closest. "Um... Sorry..." She whispered to Elliott. The men started closing in, slowly and cautiously.
>> “I’m not sure, but I think so, If not, it’s pretty irresponsible to simply utilize them without knowing the full extent of their programming. Of course, I’m no programmer.”
She nodded slowly. The META bots freaked Celeste out a bit. She understood the police wanting to keep their officers safe, but at what cost to innocent lives? If a bot freaked out and killed a young mutant, there is no way the mutant community here would allow that slip under the radar. Would they? She nearly thought they would be apart of the rip, but the META bots showed up before the rip did.
>>“Honestly, you sound like a sociologist, cultural anthropologist, or if I may be so bold: political activist. And I’d encourage you on all of it.”
She grinned and blushed, looking towards her feet. She wasn't entirely sure what'd she be. At least, not anymore. Maybe she could be a sociologist. Wasn't it hard for them to get jobs, though? Besides professory jobs, anyways? She wasn't sure if she'd want to be in school long enough to become a professor. That was a longgg time. Maybe a politician though. "City Councilwoman Celestina De Ward, I can already picture it on the T.V." She chuckled, clearly joking. It was nice to know that he encouraged it though - and he gave her a lot to think about. Maybe being a politician would be kinda fun. Plus, maybe she could actually help people - seemed like lots of politicians couldn't figure out how to do that.
>> “I work with quite a few social activists, people fighting for LGBT or mutant rights. International immigration? Education? Healthcare? Imagine a gay, Muslim, black mutant from the middle east trying to survive in this society… I can’t. Everything must feel like a fight"
She nodded again. He was right - it had to be terrifying. It was something she wouldn't wish on anybody or anyone. "Hopefully, that'll change over the years." It was something Celeste wanted to believe but didn't have much hope for - and if they wanted to talk about necessities being covered before education, climate change wasn't going to help with their issues.
>> “But I wanted to go back to the rift… It’s very alternate timeline there it seems. I’ve actually met my doppleganger and it was not a pleasant interaction. Be careful, Figuring out how and why it happened are the bigger questions. Do you happen to have an interest in physics too or something?
She nodded, "Wait... Really? What was he like? Is he like you? Like.. How different is it over there? If you don't mind asking, anyways. I mean, a little. It's kinda interesting the effect its going to have in our society... A whole new timeline."
Celeste was nervous. She and Jude had been texting pretty much non-stop since they met each other at the mansion a few weeks ago. The only break they seemed to had was when one of them was sleeping or they were really busy working. Celeste would sneak texts in all the time at her work. The first text she got him from was some type of picture - which loaded as a bunch of crazy symbols and code. Her little flip phone couldn't handle it. On the plus side, her phone could handle all the photos now. A brand new, updated iPhone with the powers of a Mac. She didn't really like Mac computers, but she was really enjoying her iPhone. It was fun, ShatterTexting people, FaceTiming, and iMessaging. Granted, she'd avoided most picture related apps with Jude - it made her nervous to take a bunch of pictures and send them to the guy she liked.
They had texted about their next 'friends gathering' or 'date' or whatever they wanted to call it for a while. She had referred to it as both, he seemed to learn more towards her initial friends gathering. So, she finally decided they'd figure it out when they were actually on this friends date thing. She, however, was personally going to consider it a date and do all the necessary preparations for a date - hair, outfit, shoes, the whole picture had to be just right. Of course, it needed to be comfortable - they had decided to go to Playland Park, an amusement park in Rye, Northeast of the Bronx. After careful consideration and several switches in her outfits, she finally decided on a floral print sundress and a cardigan - it was a typical Celeste outfit, one she felt comfortable in. Plus, the evening might get a slight chill with the changing of season.
Once she had that all finished, she left her hair down but brought hair ties in case she needed to tie her hair up. It was always good to be safe than sorry.
Once completed, it was time for the subway and bus ride - they had agreed to meet there, mainly because it would take extra long for one of them to go to the others via the buses and subway. After she arrived, she stopped and sat down on a nearby bench. She had a mixture of butterflies and nervousness all in her stomach or was that the same thing? Either way, she fiddled with her fingers while she waited for him to get there. Checking her watch, she was about 20 minutes early than they agreed. In the meantime, she decided to watch as people passed in and out of the park - families, couples, individuals. All sorts of people came and went from the park. Most seemed pretty happy going in and left seemingly happy. That was a good sign for their day.
She just needed to keep her butterflies under control, especially once Jude got here. They had been talking a ton, so it wasn't like they were complete strangers or anything, but she just couldn't shake off that first serious date, friends gathering, thing nervousness and excitement!
She watched as he took her watch off and she began to take her watch off. She didn't realize he was going to make them switch at the same time, but it made sense. This was New York City with full of criminals. Always better to be on the safe side. She dropped watch in his hand as he dropped hers in her hand. She put her watch back on her wrist and grinned, trying to think of a time that he could have actually gotten it off.
>> "As they say 'a good magician never reveals his tricks'. Besides, if I told you how I did it that would just take the wonder out of it. And the fun is in the not knowing."
Good point - that was the best part of these type of tricks, not knowing how in the world it happened. That was part of the wonder. Not to mention, Celeste was pretty interested in the illusionist himself now. "Thanks for the show, it was amazing. It looks like everyone else agreed, too. And including me in it. It's actually the first time I've ever seen this kinda show, let alone be apart of it." She motioned to his tip jar, which ha tons of 20's in it now. That included a 20 that Celeste decided to give to him.
She wondered if he'd been in New York City long, with his accent, "Are you from New York City or elsewhere?" If he had some time, why not strike up some conversation?
>> "Well, that's not an attitude for an artist to have. It's gonna be good, or it's gonna be 'an early sketch by great artist Celeste that already shows some of her future signature lines.' Or something."
Celeste grumbled and perked a brow, giving Maya and incredulous look. She sighed, "You know, your enthusiasm and confidence is very catching but unless awful is a future signature line, I have to disagree."
>> "So, where do you want me to sit?"
She grinned, "Well, if you want to be painted like a French girl, I'd suggest just plopping down on the table." She looked around the room, trying to decide on a comfortable spot for Maya to pose for her and be comfortable. "Maybe... On the bar stool? Maybe I could add some tables into it... somehow..." a couple lines that looked like a bar stool had to get her a little extra in her portrait, right? Ughhh.
Celeste wasn't entirely sure where to go at this point. It felt a lot like her first couple weeks when she first arrived in NYC - alone, lost, with no where to really go. Norma approached her one day, I guess out of intuition, to ask her some questions - mainly about some book recommendations, but she seemed to know something was wrong with the girl. She inquired about where she was from, where she was living, and then offered to rent a spare bedroom she had to her. Fully furnished, no hidden deals. She'd just have to pay a few hundred bucks - it was an entire steal.
The few months they lived together, her and Norma had developed a strong friendship - mainly, Celeste was helping Norma pretty much live day-to-day. She was old, it was hard for her to cook, walk, and clean, so Celeste took up a lot of the duties around the apartment - and Norma slowly reduced her rent, even though Celeste insisted on paying the initial amount. She helped her learn the cities bus and train systems, the do's and don't's of city life.
But Norma was gone, now. She had passed away, happily, in her sleep. Or at least that's what Celeste could tell and that's what the authorities said - heart attack or stroke, probably. No autopsy due to her age. 'Death due to Natural Causes' would be on her death certificate - and worst of all, Celeste wouldn't even be able to attend her funeral. Heck, Norma may not even have a funeral is they can't locate her family - if she had any. Celeste did her best to rack her brain when the question was asked - but Norma never mentioned anyone. She seemed like she'd have a few kids, though. It just seemed like her.
She fiddled with the book she had grabbed from when she first entered. Norma didn't even have a near-death experience. She just had a death experience. Celeste sighed as she fiddled with the edge of the book, knowing there was no comfort from this book. She placed it on the ground, beside her. She was kinda surprised she was even able to bring her suit case into the library. No one said anything, but she avoided most people as she wandered to her spot.
A voice slowly broke her trance.
>>”Bit early for your shift, don’tcha think, Celeste? I mean, I get your obsessed with this place but come o-- Celeste? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
She smiled at his initial joke but nothing more could come out of her. She honestly did try to get to her shifts a bit earlier - mainly so she could read some books she found as she strolled through. She even managed to grab a book this time - albeit, not one she was really interested in. It was more of a... Death book.
She shook her head, "I... No... I mean, I am okay..." Her voice was more soft, low. She did not want to worry Booker, at all, but she didn't know where else to go or what else to do. She wasn't expecting him to show up, at least not here, either. It seemed like a kinda deserted part of the library. She sighed and wiped her eyes. It was a good thing all her makeup had managed to come up earlier that morning, or else she'd be in big trouble. She looked at Booker and shook her head, "Norma, my roommate, she passed away this morning..." Her bottom lip quivered a little as she tried to hold back any more tears, "It was a heart attack or stroke. I didn't know any family of hers so the people said they'd probably cremate her if no family claims her. Won't even have a funeral." Celeste wouldn't even be able to say goodbye. She had barely even talked to her the night before - she had a long afternoon at work. She brought some food home from the diner and gave Norma some, which Norma ate happily. They both went into their rooms pretty early. Well, it wasn't her room anymore - she was homeless. How long was Norma deceased in her bedroom? What if she'd been in there all night? What if Celeste had checked on her, she might have been able to call 911 in time?
Celeste looked over her new, pretty phone. She had to be really careful with it - otherwise, she'd be in one sticky situation with no phone. She'd been without a phone all day today and it was killing her. What if she ended up becoming addicted to this phone? On a huge plus, she had a GPS! No more getting lost in the city with literally no idea where to go. She had learned the hard way when she first moved here to not make stupid turns, fall asleep on the bus or train, and to always pay attention to the streets. She didn't have to anymore! Well, at least not as much. Plus, reviews! She'll actually be able to find places to eat that aren't sketch as all h*ll. Maybe it was great that her old phone died.
Regrettably, every time she thought about that old phone she got a little sad though. She made a mental goal not to think about it anymore - she had the same number, just a better phone. It wasn't like she had cut them off for good. They still have a chance, even though she knew that chance was -100000%.
>> ”Oh no, photos of my best friend all day? How will I even manage,”
Celeste couldn't but laugh at her friends sarcasm. She scrunched up her face, "Wellll... You know, we're pretty much around each other like 90% of the time anyways, with work and what not. You'll probably be in most of them photos yourself." It was kinda funny, really. She wasn't sure which apps she'd really get into but now was the time to find out!
After she took their photo, she made it her lock screen & background screen. Perfect. It was super official now, their best friendship. Celeste just needed to finish adding all the apps and all the apps she wanted accounts with - then she could add Marisol to all of them! And other people, maybe Booker had a MyFace? Or Gawain/Maya? Hmmm.
>> ”I think maybe we’ve earned a dinner break. To the food court?”
Celeste's eyes widened at the mention of dinner. Yes, she was getting really hungry now. Time for a real meal. She nodded and began walking with Marisol towards the food court. Upon arrival, she took a deep breath of all the scents. They had so many choices. There was a couple Chinese places, a Chipotle, a McGreasy, a salad place, and of course, the ice cream and cinnabun places. She wanted real food, so she was thinking Chinese. It had been a while since she last had Chinese. She perked a brow and nudged Marisol, "Whatcha craving?"
Celeste busy listening to her suggestions, "I have a MyFace and a ViewTube, but I don't have the rest... I might try Speedigraph but definitely not Chirpr... Or maybe I will. It's probably a quick way to read the news and stuff..." She initially started talking to Marisol but ended up going into a different, more to herself type of rant. She grinned at the idea of ShutterText, "Oooh, I definitely got get that then! You'll be getting photos of me all day."
"Ma'am? It's done. Here's your phone, we've went ahead and activated it for you. You'll just want to set up your security passcode, fingerprint, all that fun stuff. Then you're good to go." He smiled and handed her brand new phone over. He kept the old phone to be recycled, which was fine with Celeste.
She took a deep breath and looked towards Marisol with a smile. One piece of her past was gone, soon her number would be... Maybe, at least. She really wasn't sure what to do with it in the end. But, those were decisions for another time.
Her phone lit up with several delayed text messages from her old phone that she quickly responded too. She grinned big and looked towards Marisol as she unlocked the phone. It was empty right now, but soon it would be full of apps and excitement and fun. She pulled her camera up and waved for Marisol to get in for the picture. "Say cheeeese! Also, we need to add each other on all these things..." After the picture, she began downloading stuff. "Sooo, food now? Or shopping?"
