The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Verdigris on May 6, 2011 18:31:05 GMT -6
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There are many excuses I could use... Moving, Starting Uni, New Job... All that jazz... but really, I just have been neglecting MRO, and for that I'm sorry I have to leave for work in a few minutes, but I'm hoping that when I get back I hope to make it better with love and cookies and posts... Still love you guys and think of you a lot~! Verdy
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 29, 2011 0:10:56 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
It was times like these one needed to spoil oneself. Confident that her essay had made its way into the email inbox of whoever marked and graded them unharmed she had decided to take a walk to clear her head, and reward herself with a coffee. She wasn’t particularly fond of the stuff, but after the night she had had today was an exception to the rule.
The familiar green logo promised speedy service and guilt free lounging in the area. Some of the smaller cafés seemed oddly possessive of their chairs once the coffee was finished. Starbucks on the other hand had such a high turnover that noone would notice if she parked herself in one of the complimentary couches and just veged for an hour or two. The mansion had couched, and a coffee machine too, but there was just something about being surrounded by adults and not having to make your own coffee that was appealing.
As she was waiting in line her eyes did rounds of the area, spotting different couches and observing their occupants and cleanliness. The person beside her seemed off in her own world as well, and although they moved in step the woman didn’t even make eye contact. Spying a promising looking couch she made her order and stepped to the side to wait for it to be called. Mind wandering she absentmindedly listened to the other drinks being ordered and those preceding her being called from further down the counter.
Her attention was drawn by the hesitancy of a customer, and the moan of impatience from someone behind him in the line. Glancing for the source of the moan she found her eyes meeting those of a teen, clearly still school age, muttering to his posse about the incompetence of the current customer.
“Oy, shutup. Everyone has to learn somehow.”
Sometimes people’s rudeness astounded her. If they had just let the guy ask his question, then the issue would have been cleared up and he would have known for next time, instead of delaying future lines as well. Contrary to popular belief not all teenagers drank coffee religiously, and even those who did didn’t necessarily know the difference in cup sizes and their respective names.
She glanced at him and cocked her head to the side. Not only did he have the stance of someone in trouble, but the look the barrista was giving him suggested something a little odd. She did a quick sweep, as far as she could tell there was nothing visibly different on this, his right side, but perhaps the server could see something she couldn’t. A visible mutation?
For some reason she felt compelled to speak to outwardly obvious mutants. Perhaps it came from the fact that she had struggled to find the mansion, that if someone had realised she was a mutant and spoken to her, she might have found her place in the world sooner. Whatever the reason, she watched him as he left the line for ordering, to wait in the line for picking up the coffee, trying to determine his age and if he was a mutant.
Shaking a mutant’s hand could be a dangerous thing, as could making eye contact, so to be safe she merely nodded in his direction as he approached the line where she stood.
“I don’t get it either, silly names if you ask me. I’m Verdy.”
It was up to him now to take the bait and speak to her, or to shy away and pretend he didn’t hear her in the bustle of the café.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 29, 2011 0:09:52 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
The computer screen threw a ghostly tinge across the room. Jack rolled his eyes from where he lay curled on the foot of the bed, the whites of his eyes bright for a moment in the darkness.
The clock in the bottom right corner of the screen and the eerie green numbers of the bedside clock disagreed as to the time; one proclaimed it to be 4:03, the other insisted 4:07. Either way it was far to late, or early, to be struggling with assignments and Verdy’s eyes were more often drifting off the page than on it. Still, the assignment was due the next day (or rather, at a more reasonable hour of that same day) and she was determined to finish it. The wordcount hovered tantalisingly close, only another hundred words and it would be complete, she could sign off for the night and try and sleep off the haze that mixed words together and squished phrases into senseless mush. Placing ‘very, very, very, very’ before certain words was becoming increasingly tempting and the thesaurus’ translation of single words into two or better, a phrase, had almost run dry.
Her concluding paragraph became slightly heavy, as she deposited the spare fifty words she couldn’t cram anywhere else strategically in with those she had already written. She sighed and wriggled her way out of the groove in the chair and onto the bed, careful not to kick Jack with feet still shrouded in shoes. She couldn’t be bothered to take them off, nor unbutton her jeans. She crawled up to the pillow and collapsed onto it.
~~~
Elsewhere in the mansion a young mutant tossed in his bed. The lava-lamp in the corner transformed from a gentle red glow to an overpowering light. The globs of wax floating and sinking in the liquid became smaller, faster, until the water was so hot the they no longer rose and fell as single entities, but congregated in the top of the glass, swelling as a whole and gradually beginning to bubble as the water boiled from the excess energy coming from the bulb.
The light got brighter and brighter and the power point around the cord began to spark and crackle as the energy of the lava lamp sucked too much power from the simple outlet.
Suddenly the boy cried out, the climax of the nightmare jolting him awake.
His cry was the first sound, then the shattering of glass, no longer able to hold the pressure of wax and water and the sickening ‘thwock’ as the water rushed down the cable and drenched the powerpoint. For an instant in the surrounding rooms bedside lamps glowed brighter, some bulbs popping into defeat by the surge of energy, then the power to that whole section of rooms went out. Clocks reset to midnight, and the computer glowing in the corner of Verdy’s room went deathly black. Jack whined and she shifted in the bed, but didn’t awaken.
The boy decided the darkness was merely a continuation of his dream and returned his head to the pillow to sleep once more.
~~~
The power took almost an hour to reset, the damage cause by the wax-mutant’s dream effective in putting one section of rooms into a total blackout until the socket dried, and the trip allowed the power to return. With all the mess of muddled clocks and wiped computers to deal with.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 19, 2011 19:10:37 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Is Locke a mansionite, coffee drinker, dog walker... any of the above? I'm cool with adventures, or awkward meetings, friendships or foes, or anything else that happens to strike our fancy~
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 16, 2011 21:49:53 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
I'm in a pretty slow spot ATM as well, you got a plot in mind? Or whatever happens to work as it happens... I'm cool with either, PM or leave a message here, either's cool by me
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 14, 2011 2:02:10 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Terror was indeed the correct response, and in the moments where he stumbled for words, before the cry of delayed shock left his lips she felt as if she had done a little good in the world. For heaven’s sake, even middle-school students knew about contraceptives in some form or another. His squirming was deserved for getting her friend into the position she was apparently in.
His movement from upright to horizontal was unexpected, and only a speedy reflexive jump saved her chin from being whalloped (good lord he had long legs…) reflexes could not save her from the glob of now foot-warmed dog food which flung from the top of Saph’s foot to impact squarely with a unpleasant squelch on her neck.
Forcing herself not to squeal like the pig she purposefully wiped the goop from her neck, before scooping up miss piggy into her arms. She and the pig had never been best friends, but somehow she felt the pigs squeals were a cry to be rescued from this man and his nekkidness.
All the demands and questions regarding her roommate, her roommate’s situation, and his role in it, were momentarily put on hold, as that one question that demanded to be asked was asked.
“What on earth are you doing?”
Stepping over the sprawled body and the threshold, flicking an abandoned towel towards him as she went, she moved into the room and closed the door, before placing the now quiet pig on the floor. Somehow having a rampaging piglet in the mansion hallways seemed a bad idea.
Not that being in the bedroom of a naked man, smeared in dogfood while said pig danced around the floor between them seemed like a good idea, but it was the lesser of two evils.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 4, 2011 19:36:44 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Her knocking was answered sooner than she had expected, Saph must have launched himself out of bed, or already been awake and up. Either way, it was hardly relevant to the issue at hand. That, of course, being Andrea and her apparent need to vacate the premises sooner rather than later. The door was fumbled with for a second, before the latch clicked back and her anger-filled eyes were confronted with a whole lot more Saph than she had been expecting.
Nudity!
Also dog food.
This did nothing to reduce her rage, merely increase her surprise and discomfort. Awkward… There was nothing wrong with the male body, in fact she had no problems appreciating the bits of it so regularly put on parade around the swimming pool, but to be confronted with the whole lot of it unexpectedly really threw off her argument.
“Put those jiggly bits away! Don’t you think they’ve caused enough trouble?!”
She didn’t clap a hand over her eyes, but it was an effort. Her eyes were needed to glare at the offending man. How dare he, how dare he! Arms crossed resolutely across her chest she huffed at him.
Posted by Verdigris on Feb 13, 2011 22:24:12 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Poor origami kid. However it was only a matter of time before he relaxed and then the officers could untangle him. The idea of a piece of paper getting a cramp was rather intriguing as well, since how could he have muscles? Perhaps the assorted paper fibres worked together the same way muscles did in the boy’s human form. Mutations sometimes didn’t seem to make scientific sense at first glance.
“Me either”
It was indeed a step away from the usual café décor, and she was undecided as to whether she liked it or not. After offering once again to pay, Jorge made her accompany him to the register, since he refused to recite her fussy drink. Fun-killer.
Poking her tongue out at his stick-in-the-mud attitude (she had been looking forward to the faces of the café staff when he asked for her drink) she trotted beside him to the register as Andrew, his own simple drink ordered, scouted to find them a table that was less than tacky, which didn’t sport either a tank full of swimming flecks of colour nor a ‘tasteful’ rock and succulent garden. Good luck.
Turning her attention back to the issue at hand she observed the people in front of her. Their heads were huddled together as they waited for their turn, discussing some important matter which she suspected had something to do with the courthouse. The woman was dressed simply, plain, the wife filing for divorce and hoping to receive more than her fair share by pulling on the judge’s heartstrings. The man with her screamed ‘lawyer’ even from behind, the straight pull of his jacket from collar to hem and the slickness of his hair.
Perhaps they were in the right, and she knew it was wrong to judge people purely off appearance, and yet she was relieved that she wouldn’t have to sit in the little podium and decide who got what and which person was or was not at fault. A career in the courtroom was not for her. She glanced at Jorge.
“I’m glad that’s over, do you think Andrew will be ok?”
He didn’t seem particularly –not- okay, except for the not sleeping, but a little detached, aloof. Jorge had known him for longer (although by how much she wasn’t sure), perhaps he would know better how their mutual friend would cope.
Posted by Verdigris on Feb 10, 2011 8:46:53 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
She had noticed the lack of roommate, but she couldn’t have put her finger on when it had become more than a ‘we-keep-passing-each-other’ kind of lack, and something more sinister. It could have been weeks, a month! She felt a little sick, and guilty that her mind had been so occupied with work, online school and Andrew to realise something was up.
At first her mind assured her that nothing was wrong, that Andrea was spending more and more time with Saph and had finally decided to make the move into his room. Odd, for such an innocent and aloof young woman (not to mention the fact neither eyes nor hands were an option) to make that move, but they were adults, it was none of her business who Andy spent her time with, at night or during the day. In fact, her conclusion made her smile. It was good that Andrea had found herself someone to keep her from being lonely.
And so she had believed for several more days, until she decided that, in a moment of late-night cleanliness, the floor needed vacuuming. All was well and good, the hoover sucking up dust and dog hair alike, until she edged the end of the tube along the side of Andrea’s bed. A dull ‘thwock’ followed by a high-pitched whine from the motor sent Jack into a barking frenzy and let her know that something was causing a blockage.
Flipping the switch off quickly and hushing Jack before he woke the entire hall she drew the nozzle out and inspected the blockage. It was a piece of paper. Slightly crumpled, she smoothed it across her knee and began to read.
‘Verdigris,’
O-oh, full name. Off to a bad start. Heart thumping she continued to read, shooing the excitable Jack away from snuffling the now silent hoover.
’This, as much as it pains me, is a goodbye letter.’
Wha?
'I must leave the school... for reasons that will probably come to light soon enough.'
What could have happened that would force her friend to leave?
'If you must know sooner than that, Find Saphirus and he will be able to explain everything.'
Saphirus. Spending nights together… come to light soon enough… Oh God! Stomach flip-flopping as she drew her conclusions she rushed through the rest of the letter as she stood and snatched her key. Shoes were unnecessary. The time spent locating pants to don under her oversized sleeping t-shirt unavailable. One Mr Saph was on his way to one hell of an ear-bashing.
’I will miss you very much my friend.. you are the only person I have ever been able to call a friend, did you know that? I will cherish all of the happy times we had together, and I promise that I will never forget you. I have left Miss Piggy in the care of Saphirus, if you want to go see her.
Listen... I know I really should have told you in person, but... It was just too hard... too dangerous. I will miss you greatly Verdy,
With greatest regret, Andrea.
PS, If you do see Saph... Tell him I am sorry.’
He’d be the sorry one once she got a hold of him. Storming out of her room, key clutched tightly in her hand she stomped! (rather ineffectively, since the floor was carpeted) to the door she was certain belonged to that particular young man. After a moment of thumping and waiting, and another of apologising and explaining, she was directed to Saph’s actual door and resumed her two-handed pummeling.
Thump-thump thump-thump. Thump!
“Saphirus!?”
Nobody. Nobody got her friends pregnant then sent them off into the world by themselves. That was a horrible thing to do. As such she had no qualms about waking him up at this late, or early, hour.
“Open up!”
And prepare for the biggest tongue lashing you’ve had in your life. Buster.
…It could have been weeks, a month! She felt a little sick, and guilty that her mind had been so occupied with work, online school and Andrew to realise something was up.
Posted by Verdigris on Feb 10, 2011 6:56:42 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
“Sorry, just have an…interesting case on my mind. This kid who can turn himself into paper got himself folded into origami and he can’t get himself undone. We’re trying to get him unstuck back at the precinct.”
She missed a step in time with the others, but managed to snap her mouth shut before her tongue hit the pavement. Seriously? You couldn’t make something like that up, it would be… freakish. Andrew seemed to agree with her and she fell back into line with a barely contained giggle. While it must have been awful for the poor mutant, the mental image was one that was rather amusing. Besides, with New York’s finest on the case it wouldn’t be long before he was released from his contortionist act.
“Just don’t let any of your greasy co-workers get crumbs on him, eh?”
Because of course Jorge would know better than to approach the paper-mutant with sticky, cinnamonny hands, right? She nodded at the location of the coffee place, prime location no doubt, they were bound to get lots of business from lawyers, jittery defendants, plaintiffs and the like each day. Ducking her head in thanks to Andrew she entered and looked around.
It was set up to cater for those who most likely frequented it. Gentle colours suggested peacefulness and tranquillity, to soothe the nerves of those sleepless individuals while stylish vases and lighting allowed a sense of sophistication to cater to the tastes of the up-market lawyers. There was also free wireless internet, one poster noted, in case details needed to be checked at the last minute.
The shop seemed to be sectioned off, not into booths per se, but more like little clusters of two or three tables, separated by a bit of space and the occasional standing terrainium or fishtank. She eyed the place warily, it was much different to the places she frequented, but they were bound to have an assortment of the more ‘fancy’ drinks, should she wish to startle Jorge and Andrew further.
Guesturing to one of the tables next to a fish tank she glanced at the men to juge their reactions.
“Have you ever seen a coffee place like this before?”
She wasn’t quite sure yet if it was classy, or tacky but snobbish.
Posted by Verdigris on Feb 10, 2011 6:37:32 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdy pried her fingers back off Jorge’s arm, or out of really, and grinned. The fight was over and Andrew was totally unharmed as far as she could tell. At least he didn’t look like any of the punches that had connected had done him any real damage. Perhaps a bruise or two that would show up later, but nothing much more. She nodded in agreement with his statement on the ease of his win, she knew little about boxing, but she had expected it to go on for at least five to ten minutes…
No matter though, it was over and all was well.
The silence that had prevailed had not broken with her excited outcry, rather it had intensified and most of those who had been watching were looking at Andrew with a mix of amazement and disbelief. There was no spontaneous cheering, no clapping of his back. In fact on more than one face she saw a hint of suspicion, as if he had somehow cheated his way into the winning position.
Noone seemed willing to meet her eye however, and she turned back to her friends as Andrew made the suggestion that they return to how they were and Jorge agreed. She smiled as he continued, Andrew didn’t seem the type to get big-headed, but Jorge was there to keep him in line if ever his cranium threatened to swell, or turn green.
They moved back to their training area with no problems and she slipped back on her gloves and moved to the bag to continue the interrupted training session as Jorge took a moment to coach Andrew on some of the details of the fight… The break in routine hadn’t eased the burning in her arms much, in fact it seemed intensified by the movement away from and return to the bag and she groaned inwardly as her tired muscles began moving once again. She dared not slack off though, with Jorge turning his attention back to her. She felt the strange urge to prove herself after Andrew’s victory, and she blamed the testosterone she had absorbed from the air of this gym, and focused on keeping her stance good as the punches left her via protesting biceps.
As Andrew gasped for air she held her own breath and bounced on the balls of her feet nervously. She knew very little on the rules of boxing, but she was determined that Andrew should win, no matter the technicalities of why Vinci might have reasonably been the victor. The silence was almost creepy, but she refused to be the one to break it, settling rather for her nervous bouncing.
She couldn’t, however, contain the squeak when Andrew’s glove connected with Vinci’s face with an impressive slapping sound. Her bouncing ceaced as the shorter man reeled back, trying to regain the balance which had been lost. Her fingernails were digging into her palms as he leant against the ropes (was that allowed?) As one knee hit the floor her knuckles flew to her mouth where she clamped down on them firmly to refrain from squealing.
As his back hit the floor she could no longer restrain herself, and with a confused mixture of squeal and question she bounced again and shook Jorge’s arm frantically, her palms released from the deathly grip of her nails, his bicep, less so.
“That means we won? We won?!”
Yeah, take that creepily silent gym. Now with the silence broken it was permissible to once again resume the usual noises reserved to places such as this. She felt a tiny bit disappointed that she hadn’t put money on Andrew to win, but relieved that the uppity young man had been put in his place. From the look of him he’d be staying in that place for a while at least, and probably would leave it with a serious shiner.
She smirked once at Andrew’s evaluation of Jorge’s nose, and again at his disbelief of her beverage of choice. She decided perhaps today was not a chai latte day, and if the place they wound up at had hot chocolate she would choose that instead. Leave the teasing of her drink choice for another outing. But back to the disbelief of her friend, her smirk transformed into a grin before she poked her tongue out cheekily.
“I guess you’ll never know.”
It was, in fact a real drink, and one she quite enjoyed, but for the meantime it was fine by her to let him wonder. Her eyes flicked to the back of the police officer guiding them ever closer to the outside doors, and from there to the satisfaction of their hot drinks supplier, and she gave a slight frown. Jorge had been… avoiding her lately, she was sure of it. What she wasn’t sure of was the reason. Had she said something to upset or offend him? She was certain she didn’t smell that bad, since she was rather fond of her showers…
Other than that the only other reason she could think of was that they were making him feel old. True, they were different enough in age to be his children, but it hadn’t really seemed to matter before. Maybe someone had said something to him about his ‘kids’, and he was feeling his age… Or Andrew’s semi-constant ‘old man’ comments had worked him into an uncomfortable place.
Whatever the reason, he seemed to be stand-offish, and it was starting to get weird. She glanced at Andrew, trying to catch his eye and tilted her head towards the detective’s back. Stepping quickly she drew into line on the one side, and raised an eyebrow at the grizzled face.
“Where you going speedy? Whatever paperwork is left for you at work won’t go anywhere.”
Unless it was a mutant trapped in a papery form, dropped off at the MRC for aggressively paper-cutting innocent scribblers… Hum. That could be an urgent type of inbox issues.
“The same way I don’t tread on manly talk toes, you don’t tread on friendly talk toes. So get your big ol’ detective feet right back into the conversation.”
Posted by Verdigris on Jan 31, 2011 7:08:52 GMT -6
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In the second following Jorge’s congratulations Verdy flicked her eyes over Andrew’s face. He didn’t look pleased, more so like he had explained, relieved. That was good, she decided, gloating would have been inappropriate, as would excessive celebration. Coffee, on the other hand, was an appropriate outing following a trial, and it gave them an excuse to leave the courthouse, now that they really had no further purpose there she felt rather uncomfortable with lingering in a place oozing legality and political correctness.
And she was invited to join them for coffee too. She grinned at Andrew’s explanation of their constant manly talk, and then chuckled as Jorge commented on the extended names of certain coffees. While she wasn’t totally convinced that cafes needed to go by the Italian names the cafés seemed fond of them, and since she had learned the name of hers it wasn’t too complicated. She winked at Jorge and reeled off the name of her own special concoction.
“Ohhh, you mean a chai latte on half skim, two sugars, no cinnamon, dash of cold milk on top of the hot?”
So she had a peculiar taste when it came to hot drinks, so what? While she was content with the hot and caffeinated, there was something about the sweet herby drink that appealed. She nodded to Andrew’s statement about the geographical excessiveness of coffee shops as it was true. Good coffee shops, or ones with reasonable prices were a little trickier to find, but since Jorge was shouting…
“There’s probably one within sight of the courthouse doors I bet.”
