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.
Once turned, she took to studying him as he studied her. He looked a little different, if not only because of what he was wearing. Green lips pulled down into a soft frown, and she set about fathoming an excuse, any excuse, for what was going on.
"...What happened to you?" She question, attempting to calm her snake with one hand, while she raised the other to touch one of the red spots on his white jumpsuit. "Are you hurt?" She completely ignored the implications in his statement, subconsciously deciding that whatever had happened must not as be terribly bad as it looked to be. She figured in a child like way, that Martin had run afoul of some trouble, being where he lived and all. Apperantly whatever it was, had ended in a bloody fight. She decided to be happy that he was alive, and looked to be more or less unharmed.
...But why were his eyes so cold?
He really did not look good with red all over him. It made her think of terrible things. The last of his words caused her to tilt her head in confusion. Problem? Had she stumbled across something she must should not have seen? "What is wrong? Are you in trouble?" It felt terribly silly to ask that of another, given her own situation. But she needed something to grasp onto. Martin was standing before her, knife in one hand, blood on the other. Everything pointed to danger... but she did not want to see it as such.
So... she simply wouldn't. It was Martin after all... the gardener who grew pretty roses, and helped her off of bookshelves. He was strong, and a little scary... but he wasn't a bad person.
Everything moved too fast. One second she was watching a rock drop into the water. Then she had noticed a white sheet like thing gradually sinking not far off. Her mind went from confusion to bewilderment, wondering that it was doing there... and then before she knew it someone was behind her. The Greek jumped, her mind not working fast enough to deal with the situation.
And then he spoke. The words confused her for a moment, before everything slowed back down and she realized that the voice was familiar. Her thoughts turned from the mystery object in the water, to he last meeting with the man. She relaxed. Sloth did not. The large snake coiled tighter around her, muscles clenching hard enough that she squirmed. He could sense the danger that she had not. "...Martin? What are you--" And then she noticed the blade... How she had missed it in the first place was beyond her. A knife tucked neatly up against her throat, a razors edge away from cutting through flesh and bone.
Her eyes widened, dropping down to the red splotched uniform that clothed his arm. She felt the world tilt a little... and attempted to strong arm back unconsciousness. She still didn't quite grasp what was going on... but past experiences with knives and being out after dark came flooding back. Her scalp started to ache, and she trembled in his dangerous embrace.
The darkness attempting to claim her was fought savagely away by a sudden wailing, and a down pour of water. Being under a rather thick blanket, and pretty drugged up, she paid little attention to the surprise downpour, and lazily pulled a pillow over her head, muttering something about annoying mutant children messing with the fire alarm, and she attempted to go back to sleep.
But then, a loud thud shook her floor slightly, and she pried an eye open. More noise... and then the alarm was shut off. There was a sudden silence that filled her room, and the dripping of one lone sprinkler overhead. Her curiosity peaked, and she pulled the pillow from her hair. Something was going on, and in her current state she wasn't able to easily come to any conclusions. Another loud crashing sound echoed from from somewhere, finalizing her resolve to figure out what was happening. Pushing herself up on weak arms, she slipped from her bed. Nearing her door, she caught the muffled sounds of voices from the other side, and a loud BANG, as if a door had been slammed open. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear what was being said through her door, and figuring whoever it was would have answers as to what was going on, she grabbed the doorknob and gently swung her bedroom door open.
Out in the hall, two men were standing. One, off to her left, in the process of tossing a kid from his room, the other standing off to her right, was simply standing and watching. She recognized neither of them, and if she hadn't have been on her meds, the giant of a man would have been rather imposing. Blinking sleepily and looking very much like she had just woken up, she kept her eyes leveled on the ground... since her glasses were discarded on her desk beside her bed.
"Excuse me....Can either of you tell me what's going on?...." Standing there in her jammies, hair mussed up and Sloth wobbling drunkenly around her shoulders, she was sure she looked silly. But she was sure she wasn't going to get any sleep with all of the racket going on, and no explanation to settle her nerves.
A raindrop managed to squeeze itself through the space between her glasses and herself, spattering against the side of her nose. She twitched, jerked from her inner world of anger and self pity, and glanced up toward the sky.
It was growing dark... darker than she liked. Given her past with darkness, she chose to abandon her watery twin, and turned to slink back down the path toward home. Sloth lifted himself slightly from around her shoulders, being more or less nocturnal. A long, slim pink tongue licked the air, beady orange eyes peering this way and that.
He smelled something... something appetizing. Andrea smelled nothing. Nothing but rain and wet grass. She lapsed into a little world of her own, trying to imagine more happy, carefree things for her walk home.... but got distracted. The path she had taken was abruptly altered, first by her serpent tugging her off balance, apparently intent on going in a different direction, and then by the appearance of a white van parked a ways off. It was not unusual, she thought, as she had seen people parked in similar fashions before. Usually preforming routine maintenance on the lake. But... something caught her attention, and she couldn't shake the urge to investigate...
Little did she know, it was Sloth who had given her the urge. After being joined for so long, she was starting to get inklings of what the snake was feeling. His sensitive tongue had picked up the scent of something enticing, and thus Andrea had picked up a very dulled version of it as well.
She approached, trying to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible...but the nearer she drew to the lakes edge, the louder her footfalls became against the quiet of the night. She heard a soft humming... and then her foot collided with a rather large pebble, which sent it skipping and crashing into the water before her.
Her mind was in a dark place. The dreams would not stop, not even with help from the medication she had been given. She had spent the previous night tossing and turning, replaying the events that had happened in the church over and over.... and watching herself move through her nightmare garden. It had made her sick... and actively kept her away from her bedroom.
But today had only made it worse. Her temper had been getting steadily less easy to control, specifically when people decided to paint her as something she was not. The giant bugs words came floating back to her every time she heard the word monster.
It made her skin crawl. She had tried so hard, fought all her life, to escape such labels. Yet still they managed to follow her. She was almost entirely sure that she could donate all of her combined money to charity, volunteer her time at a hospital reading to sick children, and spend all of the rest of her time helping the unfortunate... and she would still be a monster in the eyes of normal looking people. She'd just be a nice one. A civilized, tamed creature for people to gossip about behind their hands. Too strange for them to even wait until she was out of earshot.
She was starting to understand why the mutants of the Sanctuary had chosen to live there. Where people of like minds and similar backgrounds could congregate and live together. Where people would not point, or judge you based on the color of your skin, or the nature of your curse. She was starting to realize why places like the Mansion where so hard to believe in, as she had upon first reading about it. A school where everyone got along? Where humans and the afflicted could live together, under one roof, in harmony?
Impossible. She couldn't even share a city block in this city, without one person insulting her based on her appearance. Frowning at her reflection in the water, she sniffled. Overwhelmed with emotion. Her hood had fallen off before she had stopped by the lakeside. The light rain falling over the city had doused her hair, and dotted her sunglasses... but she didn't care to pull her hood up and fix it. The water felt good against her skin.... and the few angry tears she had shed mixed right in.
"AH! No, not the package! I'm supposed to deliver that to a very important client! AHAHA!"
Her eyes widened, and she held the snakes head tighter. "What?! Oh lord, I'm sooo sorry!" The fact that it wasn't his, but something he intended to deliver to someone else made the situation entirely more desperate. She didn't just need to apologies to him, but also to the person it actually belonged to! And if Sloth left even a little damage on it, she imagined that Jirou would be the one taking the blame. It was wholly unacceptable... She just needed to think of a way to fix everything...
Something clicked... and a little imaginary lighthouse flickered on above her head. "I have got it!" Wrangling the big snake into a more manageable position, she grinned at Jirou, accidentally dropping her book in the process. "Eeek... could you pick that up for me? Anyway... I know how to fix this... I will accompany you to wherever it is this package needs to be delivered." She explained, wincing as the snake opening protested her mistreatment of it by hissing at her face.
"That way, if it undergoes any damage, I will be there to accept the blame..." It was a perfect solution in her mind. A simple yet effective way to solve the snake problem without anyone getting punished unduly. "I would feel just terrible if you were to get into anymore trouble because of me... that will work, right?"
Her bedroom was warm. It leaked out through the cracked door, touching her cheeks as she neared. It was her favorite place. Where she could let down her guard... drop the stone walls around her heart and relax. Pressing the door gently open, her spotted fingers lingering on the wood before it was out of reach, a soft smile graced her lips and she let out a long content sigh. She was home... Orange eyes alighted on her bedroom. With pale wall that the paint was flaking off of, and windows covered with dusty red drapes. Over the years, she had decorated nearly every inch of it with little unique rocks, dried wild flowers from her garden, and sea shells she had gotten from the beach.
All for him.
He was the center of her life. The anchor that kept her rooted to reality... Without him, she’d float away into madness. Her bare feet stepped onto the ragged carpet that took up most of her bedroom floor, trailing traces of sand and dirt from her journey home. She clutched the shells nestled in the folds of her dress to her chest, giddy as a school girl, and padded quietly over to him. He said not a word... uttered no sounds at all. But that was his nature... her ever silent guardian. He sat in his chair, facing the closed window curtains. The growing daylight bounced shadows off of his face as she crawled onto his lap, opening her pile of shells on her lap. His arms rested easily on the rests of his chair... a chair she had painstakingly made for him from drift wood and garden ivy. Small twigs and sticks had been used to create branches, that stemmed up from the backrest of the chair. Leaves had been wrapped onto each branch with ivy, and she had even managed to catch a few birds to sit perched in the foliage. Forever a part of the furniture. She could still remember the day that he had seen it...
He hadn’t liked it very much. They had fought about it, about a lot of things.... but he had eventually quieted. She regretted arguments like that. They always left bad tasted in her mouth, and regrets on mind. “Saphirus, my love... look what I brought.” She caressed his cheek softly, then dipped her hand to pick up a shell and show it to him. It had taken her a while to get him to accept such gifts from her. About as long as it had taken her to get him just the way she needed him to be. At first... she had just wanted him to stay. She had realized that without the one she loved, her life was empty and cold. Day to day chores didn’t give her any joy, her art didn’t give her any pleasure. Then he had come along, and she had remembered how it felt to have him around her. He had been mad at first, of course.... about what she was doing, about how she had left. They had fought and fought and fought... but she had won.
She had won, and she had decided that he would stay. She had made him his chair and secured him gently with restraints of ivy. She had tried to take care of him, like a wife would... but he had caused trouble. He broke his bonds and attempted to leave. So she had been forced to make that impossible. With the magic of her hands, she had made him a part of his own chair. His arms and feet became the bonds, anchoring him to the wood better than any rope could have. Unfortunately, it had only caused more fighting. Slowly, as the years passe, she had been forced to turn more and more of him, until the day came when he was quiet. After that day, she found that everything was better. He no longer refused her touch. He no longer turned his eyes from her. Even now, as she sat poised in his lap, his chin was turned her way. Eyes gazing into her’s forever. Some would disagree, but she found that his unblinking stare was quite beautiful.
Setting the shells back down in her lap, she curled into his chest. The hardness didn’t bother her.. in fact, it made her feel safer. Closing her eyes, she smiled softly... and leaned in to place a soft kiss against his rough stone lips. “I love you... Saphir--
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Andrea sat bolt upright in bed, sweat dripping down her brow, into wide orange eyes. Her whole body trembled violently. Her hands were clenching her bed sheets so tightly that her fingers had gone numb long ago. Her lips parted, teeth that had just been clenched separating, and she let out a shrill scream that reverberated off the walls. The nightmares images were still clear in her mind. All of the faces of those she loved... what she had done to them. Hot tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in small rivers. The Gorgon stopped screaming only when her throat gave up, and someone down the hall pounded on a wall. She felt her stomach flip, and threw her blankets off, fleeing to her bathroom where she lost her dinner into the toilet, and collapsed into a sobbing mess on the floor.
Her home smelled of dust. Dark and quiet. A musky odor hung heavily in the air. Decay. Her entryway held the same presence as a funeral home... but that was how she loved it. Silence greeted her every-time she entered. The entry way led her past the entrance to the kitchen, where a thick iron scent was always present. She spied a small pool of crimson that had collected on the tiled floor, and made a mental note to clean it up later as she passed by. She had things to do, and could not be bothered by chores at the moment. Halfway down the hall, she came across the still form of a girl. A child who’s back faced the wall, hands cupped before her. There was always a little smile on her face. Andrea smiled back, green lips twisting politely. She dug in her pile of shells, pulling out a small pink spotted cone, and set it gently in the girls waiting hands. A gift if you will, to a child she had always wanted to make happy. Running her hand over the girls marble hair, she continued on. The rest of her prizes were only meant for one man.
The darkness gradually let up as she drew closer to her living room. A bright fire was crackling, waiting to dry her soaked toes. The dancing light illuminated her as she entered the room, casting shadows across her features, as well as the many dust chairs and figures she had scattered about. Of the many statues though... two stood out. Andrea made her way to them, the smile dropping from her lips. One was a woman, thin and unimposing to anyone who had never met her. The other a tall, broad shouldered, predatory man. She bowed her head to both, silently greeting them with every ounce of respect she had contained in her body. Each had altered her life in different ways. One had opened her eyes to the differences between her kind, and the vermin who wandered the earth. Small pink squishy things that were easily frightened by anything their small brains couldn’t understand. That woman had opened her eyes, even if she hadn’t been ready to see. She would always command Andrea’s respect.
The other... the man, he held a special place in her heart as well. The cold place, that she turned to when people stumbled upon her hideaway. When she had met him she had been weak. Frightened of the truth, and unwilling to accept reality. He had shown her the way with tooth and claw, brutal in his ways... but correct. As she gazed up at him, orange eyes glowing in the fires light, her lips split into a twisted grin. His feline features were twisted in a snarl, mouth agape to show off his set of mighty fangs. In the end his methods had worked. She accepted her destiny, and had embraced it with open arms... and bare hands. The two who had changed her, altered her into the creature she had always been destined to be, stood side by side. Each posed in a manner that reflected their power. It had taken her forever to find them... to show them what she had learned. What they had taught her... but it had been well worth it. She knew they were proud... proud of what she had become. And she knew that they watched over her from where ever they were, seated upon the thrones of kings, appeased by the work she continued to do.
Chuckling darkly, the Greek turned and continued on her way. She was close now... he was only a few rooms away. She could already smell him, and feel his skin against her own. “I am home... Love. I brought you a gift...” Her voice carried softly down the hallway, toward the darkness at it’s end, where only a sliver of light from a cracked open door stood to greet her.
The Greek bent over slightly, catching her breath when the finally stopped. She caught his name, and smiled politely back.
"I'm sure that fat jerk had it coming anyway. Human's can be really insensitive when it comes to mutants that are...well..."
Her smile didn't falter, but behind her glasses she shifted her gaze to the ground. She wasn't about to blame him for pointing out the obvious, but it still stung a little. "I guess they can... " She replied, "...but I am sure most of that can be blamed on fear.... or I guess curiosity, in this case."
Smoothing out her dress, Andrea sighed softly. She was flustered enough still that she didn't even realize she was differentiating her from others as not being human. Old Andrea would have been mortified... New Andrea didn't even notice. Living at the Sanctuary had dulled her reactions to such things, to the point where she had even found herself calling un-afflicted people human.
Laying one gloved hand gently on Sloths belly, the Greek found herself flushing slightly. He was right... all of this running into him and he had yet to actually inform him of who she was. Really, it was quite a problem. She seemed to forget to introduce herself all of the time. Pushing her loose hair back over her shoulders, she offered one gloved hand in greeting. The unfamiliar handshake that she was still slowly getting used to. "My name is Andrea.... and it is a pleasure to meet you as well."
The crinkling of paper caught her attention, and she glanced back down to her snake. Always the curious one, he had opened his maw, and was attempting to force the corner of the box into his mouth. Cursing under her breath, she set about prying his jaws apart, careful to avoid his many sharp teeth. "Oh, damnit! Sorry... he... just never stops trying to eat things!" Thankfully, opening the snakes mouth was far easier than trying to get him to uncoil from things. Holding Sloth's squirming head, while keeping a hold of her book, was harder than she liked, but she managed. "...I really hope you do not need this package for anything... I fear he won't be letting go of it for a while..."
Nodding guiltily, she set about trying to try the snake from the box again. Unfortunately, compared to her skinny arms, Sloths thickly muscled body made it nearly impossible for her. Maybe if the boxes owner tried to help, it wouldn't feel so futile. Then again, if she asked him, that would put him close enough for Sloth to nip at... and she didn't want anyone getting hurt.
...The crowd gathering around them didn't know that, though.
Andrea was forced to abandon her mission when she noticed the people, and what they were saying. Behind her glasses, her eyes darted from one face to another quickly. "...No.. I didn't-.... He's fine, reall-.... I am not a monster! I-" She could feel anger bubbling up again, and her snake was beginning to react to it. His body tightened around her shoulders, squeezing on her neck a littler harder than she would have liked, and he pulled the brown packed to her chest. Luckily, before anyone could attack, her friend snatched up her hand and tugged her into the motion of running. A small explosion sent a ripple of fear through the gathered crowd, and in the resulting confusion, both managed to slip quietly away.
For the most part... Andrea's teeth were clenched so hard her jaw muscles hurt. She kept her head down, allowing herself to be towed along, and clutched her book and the box, to her chest. Once the angry voices of an early stage mob were behind them, did she raised her chin and speak.
"Is there any other way to meet in this city?" She half joked, trying to draw herself from in inner turmoil she could feel brewing. ... How dare they call her that. They were no better than that giant cockroach at the sancturary, who had gone out of his way to accuse her of such horrible things. "...I didn't hurt him." She muttered softly. "...I just wanted him to leave me alone..."
In retrospect, a terrible and rash decision.... This was why she stayed in her room, most of the time. Where people couldn't bother her, and she wasn't a danger. "I'm sorry... I don't even know your name."
No wild beasty rounded the corner. Just one overly excited mutation obsessed super nerd. Andrea groaned, pulling herself into a sitting position, and rubbed at her forehead. Gods.. at least her glasses had stayed on this time... She turned her head at the voice of the person she had flattened, her tongue and lips already in the process of flinging out apologies right and left, when that person apparently recognized her.
Startled at the sudden outburst, she squeaked out a timid, "Me?!" Her eyes fell on him, shaded vision not registering who he was and then it clicked. "You!" She let fly a word in Greek that would have made her mother faint, and dropped her face into one gloved hand. Of all the people to run into in the world, why did she had to run into someone she'd already run over before?! Her walks outside were starting to prove annoyingly repetitive.. "Are you okay lady? That looked like quite a fall... I bet you heal faster than normal people though, right? "
....And then there was that. The guy shuffled over and picked up her book, which happened to be a guide on Greek mythology. He flipped it open, eyeballing the pages. "Oooh, I see why you'd be reading up on this. Is that why you wear glasses? I bet your stare turns people into statues or something... just like Medusa! Am I right?"
Grinding her teeth, Andrea felt an eye twitch slightly, and reached up to move her sunglasses out of the way. He had just pushed the one button that truly got on her nerves. Being compared to mythical monster. "Oh... you don't know how right you are..." He realized what she was doing too late, and the horrified look that sprang to his face tugged on her heartstrings. ...But there was enough going on without him babbling on like that. He caught her gaze, posed in the most ridiculous manner she had ever seen, and went completely ridged.
With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet, not noticing that Sloth had claimed the brown package, and pried her book easily from the frozen guys hands. If he hadn't been pestering her so, she probably wouldn't have resorted to such measures. But he had, so all she could do was make sure he wouldn't fall over and turn back to help the other man to his feet if he needed it.
"I am very sorry... You are right, I should have been watching where I was going." Her voice was quiet and obviously strained with weariness. Sloth wiggled around her shoulders, and she finally noticed the package. "Ah! Sloth, no! Put that down!" Attempting to pry it from his coils didn't work. He just clung tighter. The serpent wasn't budging.. which left Andrea in the awkward position of turning a sheepish grin the man's way. "... He won't let go... "
... and she was being harassed by the strangest person.
"Oh. My. God.... Is that snake attached to you? Can it hear your thoughts? Can you hear it's thoughts!? Are those spots on your skin green, or blue?"
Orange eyes darted back and forth, looking for a clean way out, as she inched her way along the wall of the book store she had just exited. "...I.... uh...Don't think I can... But, I... really do need to go..." She muttered, smiling as politely as she could under the circumstances.
She had faced people who loved her mutation before, and had definitely faced people who openly disliked her for what she was. But this? This was strange, and all together frightening on a completely different level. This guy, whos glasses seemed far to large for his face, was looking at her like she was a science project.
"My, your teeth are huge, aren't they! Why does you snake have orange eyes? Why do you wear glasses? Are the gloves your wearing there for any specific purpose, or are you just afraid of germs or somethi-- Hey wait!"
She didn't wait for him to finish. Andrea squeezed past him and darted off down the sidewalk. Her slipped slapped quietly against the pavement as she ran, clutching her book to her chest. The boy was hot on her heels in an instant, still shouting out questions and he struggled to keep up. Her white summer dress made running easier, since heavy cotton didn't tend to catch on legs at all- but the cropped sweater she had chosen was clinging in all of the wrong places, and proving to be mighty distracting.
Andrea turned the corner at the end of the block, peering over her shoulder at her pursuer. Before she could turn back to watch where she was going, she slammed head long into someone. Her book went flying, and she collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs with whoever she had hit. To make matters worse, around the corner came Mr. big glasses, wheezing slightly. Sloth had been jostled slightly from her shoulders, and while she was tangled, he set about fixing that. He curled instinctively around the nearest object... which happened to be a brown box...
"I see. Well, allow me to explain to you what we are doing here. first off, my name is Rob Keyes. I'm a movie producer, and what is going on here is the first movie that I have tried to film, and there has not been anything like it before, mainly because this is the first movie ever to have a mixed human and mutant cast with a human and a mutant in the star roles."
Mutants and humans, working together in a movie? It sounded like something from her child hood dreams. Andrea picked through her memories, trying to pull out a single movie she had ever seen that may have had mutants in it. Unless they had been like Saphirus or Verdy, the kind of mutant who wasn't completely obvious, she found that there were no such films in her memory banks. She did find herself smiling at the the idea, though. The prospect of a film showing that the two could co-exist seemed whimsical and foolhardy... but she liked it. Though she was not as proud of her own mutations as others seemed to be, she found the idea of fellow cursed souls being shown that they were people, not monsters, to be a valiant cause. It was even... heart warming. But... in a way, it was also foolish. Even she knew this. Good intentions only ever seemed to lead to pain and suffering. The Greek stubbornly recognized that. The darker parts of her personality clung to the idea that it was a project doomed to fail, and her subconscious told her to cut ties with it, before it took everyone down with it.
"The purpose behind this movie is to show that humans and mutants can live and work together peacefully. No one else as attempted such a thing at this large of a scale or in such a way. Quite a unique way to start off my job as a producer, eh?"
Nodding her head slightly, she dropped her eyes back down to the check in her hands. It was indeed very unique, but also very dangerous. What if the public didn't like it? If the vast majority was just fine with mutants and humans not sharing the big screen? Or... what if it was a hit, and he solely had to deal with the backlash of protesters? "You must be quite brave to take on such a task... Hopefully society will be willing to see it the same way as you do." She doubted they would, in all honesty... but his words stoked the little flicker of hope inside her into a small flame. Sometimes it only ever took one person to change things, right? Saph had taught her that.
"So, do you think you can be an extra in my movie? If the answer is yes, we are going to be filming a scene in that cafe soon. You might even have some fun while you're doing this."
Nodding her head, she smiled carefully, so as to not flash her teeth at him. Though she was still wary, and not ready to believe in such a thing fully... a few of his words had gotten through to her. How bad could it be, anyway? She would stay for a while, maybe even let herself dip back into the old dream of someday gracing a theater as an actress herself. "Thank you, Rob. I think I shall... Good luck with the project!" Excusing herself politely, the Greek followed the way he had pointed, tucking the check in her pocket as she went. Sloth eyed people as she moved, little pink tongue flicking in and out nervously. Andrea kept one hand on the length of his back, comforting the large white snake as she moved into the Cafe area and glanced around. People were mulling about, being directed places by others. Unsure of what to do, Andrea scoped out an empty seat and simply sat, watching with strained curiosity while fiddling with the bottom of her shirt and waiting for direction.
"Excuse me miss, are you alright? You seemed a little out of it. Most of the extras here are overjoyed with this rare chance."
Startled from her confusion at the sudden voice, and appearance of a man, she jumped a little and moved Sloth back into a safer position around her shoulders. "Oh.. yes, I am quite alright... just a little surprised. I seem to have been drafted into...well, what ever this is." Her cheeks darkened slightly out of embarrassment, a light shade of brown that she was well accustomed to, and she glanced down at the check in her hands. "I dont' believe this was intended for me, either... I was merely holding someone's place... but, could you tell me what exactly is going on here? "
She turned a friendly smile at him, taking the clip board and busy look had about him as a sign that he would know. She also held out the check for him to take, not wanting to take what didn't belong to her.
The area, and all of the people dallying about, looked like some kind of festival, or maybe the stage for a large contest, considering what the boy from earlier had said about getting famous. The Gorgon chewed on the inside of her lip, her mind speeding around in different directions, and she adjusted the sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. As exciting as a big group even like that would be, the ever present protesters... and on a lesser scale, the police scattered about to keep everybody in line, wasn't her cup of tea. After all of her time away from the mansion, she had grown quite weary of being places where lots of eyes were upon her. It did kind of lessen the stress though, when there were many, many other mutants scattered about who looked just as beastly as she did.
Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad to stick around for a bit, after she figured out what the event was for.
The light above her wavered ever so slightly. As if she were still moving, even though she was laying flat on her back. Her arms and legs felt heavy, and she was pleasantly tired. After everything she had been through lately, digging into her small stash of medication had proven to take the edge off.
Smiling stupidly at the ceiling, the twenty four year old lifted one heavy arm and stared at her gloved hand silhouetted by the light. She had found out a while ago that the little pill she had been given for her various injuries not only helped with pain, but with emotional baggage as well. Though she was not a fan of getting herself hopped up on pills, Andrea had quickly become reliant on the little white pills when it came to very... stressful.. days. Considering what her last few outings had consisted of, she was more than willing to let herself lapse into a day full of napping and forced contentedness.
Plus.. they kept those awful dreams away, and terrible headaches. Just the reminder of those was enough to make her squeeze her eyes shut, and scratch at the lumpy scars left over from where her serpents were once attached. The stitches had long since come out, but the healed over wounds still occasionally itched and ached like the day they had been inflicted.
Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair, letting her eyes slipped closed int the silence of her room. She turned and curled into a ball on her side, tugging her blanket up and over her legs. If all went well, she was going to have herself a numb, dreamless nap. With a glass of water and her medication on the nightstand next to her bed, well within reach, she wasn't all to worried about waking up into a full blown panic attack... like she had the two nights before. After what had happened in the park... lord, she hadn't been getting much sleep. The old nightmares had crept back in to invade what was left of her peaceful sleep. Now Lions were after her, right along with pink axes, and other terrible monsters.
but... the meds made that all better. Giggling, she pulled the little bible her mother had sent her out from under her pillow, and clutched it to her chest, willing herself to go to sleep, as her wall clock tick-tocked away.
