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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>> “However, we’re trying to manage and I’m sure the governments on both sides are doing their best with that. Hopefully not are getting too opportunistic. There’s a certain amount of scientific amazement to all this after all. We should focus on that.”
Celeste nodded but was not very optimistic. She really enjoyed politics but she was not someone who believed they had best intentions or were not going to get opportunistic about it. It was a scientific amazement, that was for sure.
>>“That’ll likely take some time to discover, who knows if it was on purpose or on accident. Sometimes people don’t quite understand what they’re doing. It’s possible it was some young teenager’s powers first developing after all. So it’ll be important we help them if that’s true.”
She saw that there walk was coming to an end and it was bittersweet. They were having an amazing talk but it was almost time to go. She nodded, "That makes sense. We may never find out."
>> “It’s been a good walk. You’ve got some opinions I’m pleased to see in the new class coming in.”
Once they were back at the spot, Celeste sighed contently. She blushed at his compliment, "Well, thanks. I'm glad you think so!" She checked her watch and realized she needed to leave soon. She gave him a smile, "Thank you so, so much for taking the time to speak with me. It is really awesome that you did this." She hesitated for a moment before giving him a quick, friendly hug. "Maybe I'll see you giving another speech, soon!"
Celeste, still in her extra sleepy state, nearly missed the first question from the girl. She cracked a grin after a few seconds, "Yeah, you can say that. Phewwww, I'm so sleepy." She chuckled a little before looking towards the woman's name tag. Larraine. That was a really pretty name.
She chuckled at the woman's joke. It was corny but totally the type of jokes Celeste loved. She was happy there was some energy from the young woman - it was going to make things a lot more interesting and a lot more fun. She looked at a couple other volunteers and gave them a smile. They were all set up to work in 2 person pairs. She instructed them to introduce each other to their partner, gave them their assigned areas, and then waved them off. Once completed, it was only her and Larraine. That meant that she and Larraine were going to be reorganizing some sections & restocking some others. At least, that was what her email last night had said. She was pretty sure it hadn't changed. It hadn't before.
"Well, first order, is introductions! It looks like we'll be working together. I'm Celestina, but you can call me Celeste." She gave the woman a smile. She was ready to hop straight into it. Celeste could definitely respect that. Most of the time the volunteers at the library didn't take it seriously or were lazy - sometimes it was community service requirements, sometimes it was for their school or college classes, and rarely it was just because they wanted to help. Of course, Celeste had no idea which category that Larraine falled in to, but she was pretty sure it wasn't the first one at least.
"And yeah, we're going to be reorganizing the science fiction section & then stocking depending on needs in a couple hours." She dug in her purse and pulled out a surgical mask and offered one to Larraine, "It can get very dusty in some of the areas. When me and Booker, the librarian, worked together we nearly choked to death because of it. These are handy safety precautions that I learned the hard way."
Celeste smiled towards Marisol. She was such a da*n good friend. How in the world did she get this lucky to have such a awesome friend? There was no way she would ever let anything ever come between the two of them. They clicked so well together. Plus, Celeste would trust Marisol with her life and she knew she would do anything to help protect her.
She grinned, "Well, I really hope so. Otherwise, it's going to be one embarrassing day!" She joked. She had to do something to not let her nerves eat her alive, after all.
She laughed, "Well, good. Although, you really didn't have to pay for my food," she smiled, "But I appreciate it either way."
Once they had found a way past the large groups of people, they found a nice little spot to eat and work on their signs. It was even kind of quiet. Only kind of. She watched Mari as she took a bite of her falafel, "Taste good?" She had only had it a couple times before but never had it through a street cart. Food had a special charm in situations like this. She stared at her blank poster as she took a bite of her pizza, with a quick glance at her watch. They still had plenty of time, "You know, I have no idea what to put on my poster."
She perked a brow at Marisol's question. Her tone seemed very... Neutral, about it. Celeste had called her super excited. It was really exciting for Celeste - she hadn't had a boyfriend in a while and she definitely wasn't expecting to meet someone like Jude in New York City. Of course, it was NYC so she wasn't entirely sure why she wasn't expecting it... Oh well. She smiled, "It's great, it's going well!" Celeste wasn't sure if she really should go into details considering Marisol's very unexcited tone about it.
Today was a pretty good day at work. She had friendly customers, she had some pretty darn good tips. But, as usual, the dinner time rush was dying down. It was getting slow, a steady customer here and there. It was the more relaxing time of her job. She was able to clean some tables, assist with the kitchen crew (even though they had a bit of a feud,) and even help out the other waitresses with their tables if they needed it. The only problem with it was that it got too slow. Her mind would start drifting and she'd find herself being waved down by the hostess or someone else.
Granted, one thing she wasn't too happy about was her uniform. She still complained about it.
Her mind drifted back to her job. It was going pretty well, all things considered. Her best friend worked here, she had a pretty fun boss to work with (minus the extensive cigarette smell that radiates from her all the time,) and she makes pretty good money - especially considering she's just a waitress. It wasn't a job she'd want for long time or anything, but it was something that was holding her over until that next opportunity came along. She sighed, yawned, and covered her mouth. She checked her watch. About another 45 minutes to go. Ughhh.
She stared out towards the window when she saw a large group of... Soccer players, maybe? Coming towards the store. Oh no, oh no... That wasn't a good sign. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn't come in. That was a big group of hungry teenagers... Oh boy...
There was a lot of people already here - Celeste felt like maybe they actually would have above expected attendance. If they did, that would be amazing. They would be sending an amazing message to not only NYC, but to the nation, heck, maybe even the world. They had a chance to make a real impact. It might be short lived, of course, but still. Either way, she wouldn't regret being apart of something amazing and she hoped Marisol wouldn't either.
She smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm just like... So nervous." She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck, "It's just gotten so serious so quickly. I wasn't expecting it."
She sniffed the air with Marisol and nodded, "That does smell really good, actually." Celeste shrugged, "She isn't wrong, that's for sure. I guess we'll see what he actually does to help mutants and humans and all that fun stuff. Actions speak a lot more words than photos and speeches." She blushed a little, "Well, thanks for your vote of confidence. I guess we'll see if it pays off eventually."
With that, they headed over to the Middle Eastern food cart. Celeste wasn't too hungry, mainly due to her nerves, so she thought for a moment. She was kind of craving a simple slice of cheese pizza, which luckily for them was only a cart over, "I think I'm going to get a slice of pizza. And fineee." She grinned as she walked over once Mari had her food and got her one slice of pizza - she even let Mari buy her slice.
Celeste perked a brow and kept her eye on him as she waited for an answer, a soft smile on her lips. Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask. But she had no reason not to ask. They shared deep, intense things to each other pretty frequently. Heck, the first day they met they were literally sharing their stories.
Ultimately, she just hoped he didn't actually say that he wasn't happy, he wasn't having fun, or it was a crappy time. That would have been killer on her. She had been enjoying the time with Jude. Their talks, the rides, all of it. She had no reason to doubt he wasn't but she still was worried.
She listened and she gave him a smile, slight relief coursing through her. Whew, so that was uh, it. She didn't seem like a dumb kid their age. She agreed, too. She felt like an old soul - even physically (she figured that might be due to the probably chronic exhaustion she faced due to her terrible sleeping patterns, but... still.) She squeezed his hand and gave him a more serious look but with a gentle smile, "Jude, I'm not going to think you're lame. Far, far, far from it. I don't think there is anything you could tell me that would make me think that." She gave him another smile, more playful this time, "Kids are dumb, that's for sure." But it was time for their order.
She shook her head. It was so busy. She couldn't believe how busy it was at dinner time. Geez... She nodded, "Yeah, definitely." She fidgeted with her drink, her pretzel and managed to somehow get the map out of her purse. She scanned it closely, "I think there's a small fountain over here, that's actually beside a wall... Doesn't look like it'd be too easily noticeable." Of course, he was going to have to take her word on it unless he could somehow see it on the map. She motioned for him to follow her as she started off towards the fountain.
Celestina was going to have a big day! They had some new volunteers joining them. Several of the older ones had either quit, moved on, found jobs, got busy, or simply didn't want to do it anymore. It was understandable - most people came and went when it came to the library. It was annoying have to train new people and she felt bad for Booker having to interview, find them, and hope they're competent enough to do basic stuff in a library.
In either case, Celeste came in that day in a grey shirt, sweater, and a light blue skirt that went below her knees. It was a perfect library outfit that didn't look like a granny outfit but was young, hip, or whatever was the popular term now a days. She was too busy to really care, especially between school, work, volunteering, and her new found passion for mutant rights and politics. One thing she'd never do though is give up on the library. It was her refuge in her hard times - it always had been. This was especially the case ever since she made it to New York City. From her very first day, the library is what kept her going.
It was only right to give back just as much to it as it had given to her. She walked into the volunteers slotted for 12-4pm fairly content and happy. Maybe they'd be really good, maybe she'd become really good friends one of them. Or even all of them. Honestly, Celeste just hoped they'd all be civil and get along. No drama. Of course, she wouldn't really know until she met them. She wasn't even sure if they were already working or if they started when her shift started. It wasn't like she was Booker and had the schedules for everyone, anyways.
She yawned as she walked into the library and headed towards the area where the volunteers usually congregated before their shifts started. One bad sign of the day? She was so sleepy. It wasn't unusual for her to be sleepy, after all, but she just felt it extra hard today. She could see the little name tags on a few individuals and knew it must be them. She quickly pulled hers out and stuck it onto right side, above her breast. She gave a smile as she approached, trying to stop another yawn from surprising her.
Celeste nearly jumped out of her skin but immediately felt bad. She could see the sorry and worry in the woman eyes and she felt pretty bad for snapping like she did. Celeste shook her head and held her hands up, "Oh no, no, don't be sorry. It happens." She chuckled quietly although she was still trying to shake off the adrenaline that went through her. Poor girl, though. She really didn't mean to make her feel that bad. It was just instinctual reaction.
She perked a brow and nodded, "Sure, definitely. I know this library like the back of my hand now." Months of scouring, changing, cleaning, and rearranging has made her very well known with the libraries mazes of shelves. Well, she did when people put them back in the right space - which, at least recently, seemed to be less and less people. She gave the girl a smile and took a look at the title of the book. First questions first, where did she originally find it? That would help her know if those shelves were messed up. She gave the girl a smile, "Yeah, I can help you find those books. Where did you find these two?" She pushed her cart off to the side and motioned for the woman to follow her, "It should be over here on this shelve... Key word is should be." She sighed and muttered, "people haven't been very good at putting things back where they belong..."
She gave the girl a smile, "So, new to the library? Are you just new to this library or new to the city?"
Celeste took a breath as she looked around the very busy streets of New York City. It was going to a, well, interesting and nerve wrecking time. She was excited. She was excited Marisol was with her. But her insecurities and desire for perfection were driving her into nervousness. Was she really going to do this? Was this something she even wanted to do? Yes, yes it was... But was it? It was too late to back out of it either way, at least now.
She gave Mari a sweet, warm smile as she started to compliment her dress but Celeste had already taken off with her in tow behind her. She heard a woo and she couldn't help but giggle. Celeste motioned around, "I'll introduce you to the other organizers later. We're not meeting up until about 10 minutes before it starts, so we have some time." She gave Marisol another smile, "So, what are you craving? Or are you even hungry? I'm not sure if you ate before you came or not? I figure we can grab some food and head off to a street side and start on our posters!" She grinned big, her mind already trying to plan for awesome protest slogans to put on them. Hopefully, she could come up with some good slogans, at least.
She laughed at Marisol's words. She was just being sweet, surely people didn't think of her as awesome, "I dunno about all that... But I mean, maybe we can make a difference. It's our best change. Oh look, here is the poster stuff, let's go ahead and get it." She stopped as they went past a small vendor that had set up carrying all sorts of poster sizes and paints, markers, and other things to make good, fancy signs.
She smiled as she pulled some money out of her purse and handed it over for two poster boards with wooden things holding them up, plus a pack of markers. She even blushed a little, "Well... I don't know, he probably just wanted to get some political points or something, who knows." She shrugs, "Maybe he cares, maybe he doesn't. I guess we'll find out in the upcoming city council crap or whatever."
Celeste kept her hand on her wound. She couldn't feel the pain anymore - she wasn't sure if it was because of the blood loss, because she had lost all control of her powers, or maybe she was just dreaming. She honestly had no idea. That made this entire situation of hers even more terrifying. Was it a dream? Was it not? She felt pain and she didn't wake up - was she trapped in one? That was something someone in a dream would freak out about. But, maybe, maybe if this wasn't a dream and she was about to die - well, sh*t. She glanced a increasingly weak eye towards her 'father' but he kept disappearing and pictures of Gawain randomly would pop up. Was it Gawain or her father? It had to be her father.
Her family wanted her dead, after all. They had stabbed her and now they were running away. Maybe... What if it was Gawain though? She had no idea how much radiation was about to expel from her body. It couldn't be Gawain though. She saw him. She felt the fear inside her. There was no way she could control this.
She groaned and curled into fetal position as her knife wound continued to bleed and her body continued to prepare for a large flare. She wasn't sure why it hadn't triggered yet. She wanted it out of her, she could tell it was pushing her already weakened body to the extreme. She could feel the pain trigger through her - the extreme cramps felt like her bones were breaking. Maybe they were cracking under the cramps? She couldn't breath out of her nose due to the massive nosebleed and... Suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head and her body began to seize up. It lasted only a few seconds and she gasped as she finally regained some semblence of conciousness. She couldn't do this anymore. It was time to just... Let go.
And her body obeyed. She felt the radiation shoot out of her fingers, hands, arms, legs, feet, torso, back, and she could feel it shoot out in all the cardinal directions. A scream emitted from her lips, piercing the air as her body had even worse cramps, she couldn't breath, and finally, more seizures hit. They would come and go for a few seconds. After one last excruiating scream, the last of her radiation had exitted her body and the fine mist around her body vanished. It was no longer connected to her - it was in the air. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went limp - she immediately fell into a deep coma as her nose, wound, and body continued to bleed.
The radiation from her poured out over the level of the garage she was on and began to pour into the other levels of the garage. It was swept up by Tempest's winds, swirling it throughout the garage. The radiation swept through the other levels fairly quickly due to his winds and the natural air that went through the garage. It coated the walls, doors, cars, the hordes of humans who had lost their minds. It covered the garage in a mist only seen in front of the flashing lights of cars and the overheads.
For a few hours, the garage would be irradiated and anyone in it would feel it's effects.
Celeste knew she'd need to keep Mari pretty close to her during the march. There was going to be a lot of mutants and she didn't want Mari to accidentally freak a person out when they realized they lost their abilities around her. Luckily, most people had no idea and there was no plans for powers to be on show unless they were colorful ones. Like making rainbows, or shooting fireworks, or well, maybe medical if the police decided to destroy them? They had a permit, had the necessary paperwork filed with the city. It was going to be like a gay pride march. Or maybe like the million women march in U.S.'s capital way back when.
She had been nervous ever since she managed to get herself into a planning role with the march. She had helped file the paperwork, organize the march through the streets, and the subsequent protest in front of city hall. Luckily, a majority of the city leaders supported it and even a couple of them had decided to come. The mayor had decided he was going to do a small closing speech for the group. He was trying to gain some political capital with the recent situations involving him and the feds.
In either case, Celeste couldn't wait to see Mari. Mari was awesome, coming out to be with her during this time. If she was going to give her own speech in front of hundreds of people, there was no doubt she was going to need her there to give her the encouragement she was inevitably going to need.
Celeste looked around as much as she could but was unable to see a Marisol anywhere in her sight - until, turns out, Mari was showing up behind her. Celeste let out a small squeak at the sudden hug from behind before she heard Marisol's voice. Oh good, she wasn't about to get kidnapped. Thank God. Her fear immediately turned into laughter and she turned around and gave Mari a huge hug, "Ahhh! I'm so excited! And you look amazing!" Her voice was only a slightly few pitches higher. Mainly due to nerves, excitement, and everything else. "Follow me, we can grab some grub and make our posters!" She gave Mari a smile as she grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards the little tents that had been set up, selling all sorts of items.
"Just fair warning, I'm so nervous and slightly bossy and dying a little on the inside, so I'm sorry for anything in advance." She chuckled. Whew, thank god Mari was able to come. She felt like she might have been a wreck by herself.
She pulled her phone out and pulled up her MyFace page and showed it to Mari, "Mari, look how many people are following my personal account. I even created a fan page and there's even more people following it now. It's freaking crazy - I've barely even done anything." Granted, some of the messages that were popping up not only in her fan page one but her personal was... Scary, to be frank. She knew people were full of sh*t, but some of the messages were extremely rude, uncalled for, and well, disgusting.
She giggled, "I do not knowwww," she exaggerated. She nudged him playfully. She didn't really have any cravings, but she knew they probably should be careful on whatever they decided to eat - after all, if they decided to get on any more coasters, it could come with a terrible price. Eek! She laughed, "Yeah, this has been a doozy on my legs. We could probably find a bench somewhere and sit..."
She nodded and gave him a grin as he tugged her along to the pretzel cart. She loved how they had basically held hands almost every time between rides. And just about all the time they had, they were holding hands. It made her heart flutter, her stomach full of butterflies. He gave her all sorts of tingly feelings. She could only hope she made him feel as much as he made her feel.
She enjoyed pretzels anyways, so she really had no complaints. Plus, as they arrived, the pretzel cart had all sorts of goodies - pretzels, Italian sodas, cotton candy (definitely had to get some of the cotton candy before they headed off to another ride.)
She heard her name and his voice change to... Serious. She perked a brow at him and gave him a soft, warm smile. He followed up with... butter flavor pretzel? Of course there was butter flavor pretzels here. Her smile grew a little bigger and she squeezed his hand, "Is there something on your mind?"
She wasn't quite sure what he was going to say. Maybe it was something good? Maybe it was a confession that he needed to leave? Hopefully, he didn't have to run off to work again. She really wasn't sure but there was a slight relief when he mentioned better. Granted, most people didn't say someones first name and then mention a flavor of pretzel. Not to mention, she could tell that's totally not what he meant. "I mean, that's what I was planning on getting, actually. Who doesn't love some buttery goodness on a pretzel?"
Celeste was just happy they made it out of their situation alive. Things could have turned south easily and it wouldn't have been pretty. However, they succeeded - they were both pretty good at defending themselves, it seemed. At least, he was. Celeste mainly just threw a helmet around hoping it'd hit in the rights places. Luckily, it did.
She gave him a smile back as they walked. It was good to meet someone who helped out like he did. Granted, it probably was her fault for it anyways. She did open her mouth when she really shouldn't have... He didn't seem to blame her, though, so it put her more at ease despite her guilt.
She nodded. Fair enough. He never asked his parents. It was slightly surprising. Celeste always asked her parents, before they found out she was a mutant, why they named her Celestina. They'd always tell her because she was their angel from heaven. It kinda made her sick, thinking about it now. Especially considering how fast she went from angel to demon in their eyes.
She giggled, "Well, I mean, E.T. wasn't the ugliest little alien ever. At least he was kinda cute in a weird, E.T. way. Muppet E.T. is kind of cute. Buttt, muppet almost anything is pretty cute, though."
She nodded as she looked towards the coffee place. She nodded, "I would hope so. Pretty bad coffee shop if they had no ice." She gave him a playful grin, then grumbled, "especially considering my favorite kind of coffees and frappes need ice..." She then perked a brow, "Oh, it's nothing too bad. Just burns a bit. Probably just need some alcohol to clean it and it'll be fine." Hopefully, anyways. Maybe they poisoned their blades, ready to kill? Who knew.
Celeste was finishing up reorganizing some books. She had her book cart next to her and nearly overflowing. It had been a relatively annoying day - apparently, no one liked to respect the order of the library. She had to add more, remove some, rearrange, rearrange, and rearrange. There was always more. And never was it close to the right spot. It had to be sooo far away. Maybe Celeste was just in a complainy mood, though. She had woken up on the proverbial wrong side of the, well, couch in her situation.
Despite her complaints, the library would always feel like home. It was her refuge, her sanctuary in hard times. Not to mention, she had met Booker here. If she hadn't met Booker, she'd have never met Vanessa. Or Norma. That was the only painful thing about here - Norma. It just didn't feel right without her occassionally coming by.
At least it was peaceful. There wasn't too many people in the library today, she didn't have to worry about working that night, and she didn't even have to worry about studying. All in all, a perfect night. She checked her watch and sighed, she still had a little bit of time left for her volunteer shift.
Celeste had worn a nice blue colored blouse with a blue and grayish designer skirt down to her knees. She was regretting her heels. Extensively. Her feet were already killing her from having to walk so much - but she was pretty sure she never had to walk this much before.
She heard a voice behind her but it took a moment for her brain to process that there was, indeed, a human behind her. Once processed, she let out a small eek! Goodness, how did she get behind her so quietly? She hadn't heard anything - not a breath of air, a footstep, nothing. After she took a moment to gain her breath, "I'm so sorry, you scared the life of out me." She shook her head, "I actually don't work here, no. I'm a volunteer. Do you need any assistance with anything?" She didn't get paid but she practically did work here. And she loved it. Most days, anyways.
Celestina had woken up excited. Today was going to be amazing, exhilarating, yet terrifying. It was going to be intense, sure. There could be META bots, anti-mutant counter protesters, jerk police, terrorists. This was it though. It was the Ten Thousand Fist March in New York City. Of course, they were not even remotely expecting that many people to show up. Maybe about 1,000. 2,000 if they're really lucky. It was just a name but a name symbolized meaning. That could have a powerful impact. Hopefully, anyways. The march was primarily dedicated to Mutant Rights and their equal treatment under the law, but several other groups had been invited - LGBTQ, minorities, the progressives, etc, were all coming out to stand in solidarity against what felt like a clock being turned back. Whether it was or not, who knew except for the future generations.
It was starting in downtown Manhattan and go towards City Hall. Once at City Hall, they had numerous speakers lined up. Even a couple bands agreed to be there in support. Celeste was going from social media activist to real life activist. That was a scary jump. It meant things were going to get real, that she was going to have to do her best to not say mean things on social media, and had to be an upstanding citizen. At least, kinda. Ultimately, Celeste wanted to make a difference. Her mutation wouldn't help her too much with that, unless a nuclear war broke out (which, she couldn't entirely rule out giving the current political environment of the United States.) Not to mention, 50% of the population would begin to hate her guts even more than they already did. Yikes!
In either case, Marisol Cervantes had decided to join her in her march for equal treatment under the law. No taxation without representation. All that fun, cheesy stuff that politicians say when they're trying to protect different peoples rights. OF course, it came home to Celeste - her family were anti-mutants, she had even fended off a few attacks from anti-mutant people in New York City, and some of her friends have had a hard life because of it. She was motivated, not only by Mari, but by Devon and their intense talk after she watched his speech.
In either case, she had arrived only half way dressed for the fall weather. She wanted to look as cute as possible yet as professional as possible. It seemed like a good compromise - even if she got a little cold. After the walking, the potential speech, she'd be fine... Right? Either way, she was wearing a beautiful burgundy dress with light colored cuffs and heels. She even made her hair up into a professional, yet slightly messy, double dutch braid bun.
She had agreed to meet Marisol at the start of the march about an hour and a half before it began - that way, they could grab some food, create their marching posters, and she could drag Marisol with her at the front of the line with the other organizers. After all, Celeste wouldn't have had the courage if it wasn't for Marisol and her favorite teacher, Mr. Holloway. She wasn't required to do a speech but the other organizers were all going to make short ones and they offered her an opportunity too as well. She figured she mine as well take it, and had prepared for such. She wasn't too much in love with the idea and never made a firm yes or no on it. She'd see how she felt when the time came. A couple of the organizers even had friends with local news channels, which would be there. It made it all the more exciting. And terrifying. Was she ready to be on T.V.? Yikes...
She checked her phone a couple times as she stood on the sidewalk and then she decided to send a quick text to Mari:
Hey!!! I'm here! Are you close?
Celeste wasn't sure if Mari would be all that comfortable in such a large group of people and wanted to find her as soon as she could. Heck, Celeste wasn't even sure if she was going to be completely okay in this large group of people. There was already so many people there.
