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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She was suddenly very jealous. The couch was comfy too, as she plopped back down, but he seemed very content with the floor. It made her wonder if that spot was special... maybe the carpet was extra fluffy right. exactly. there. She was half tempted to try and push him out of the way, just to see, but was far to lazy.
So she sat, and echoed him. "Grey blue..." Saph's were... blue. Like the sea, and just as deep. Maybe if she had looked deeply enough into them when she had had the chance, she would have spotted dolphins and turtles swimming about. She laughed, and flopped over onto her side, repeating martin's eye color away. Trying to match it to something in her head. She matched them awkwardly to the color of a dove she had once seen, not a real one. A little painted dove in a ceramic shop. Or maybe they were a Grey blue like granite, or marble. She wiggled about more until she was bent at an impossible angle, with her feet kicking slightly in the air above her head, while she poked at the carpet.
It didn't feel very comfy...
And then Martin started singing. She didn't understand at first, because she didn't know what he was singing. The words weren't English, and she was far too gone to attempt to figure out which language it was. She only knew two anyway... Instead, she let herself melt into the couch, chin digging into the cushion as she listened and played with the floor. Her eyes slipped closed, but her eyebrows worked to show that she was still thinking, and had not merely fallen asleep. His singing was unlike a lot of things, but still similar in a way. She thought back to the various singers she loved from Greece. She wanted to dance again, and sloppily clambered off of the couch, taking a cushion with her in her efforts. She made it as far as the table, before she spied her glass and decided to empty it again.. just to see if it would magically refill, then hopped onto wobbly feet and took a pose that she had seen her mother strike a few times. A few rusty steps later, she found that wearing baggy pants made it rather hard to move in the proper ways, and paused in her shuffling to try and adjust them.
A few aggravating minutes later, she came to the conclusion that no pants at all was better when it came to dancing, and sat again, wiggling her way drunkenly back out of them. They clung to one foot, so she was forced to kick them away, before scrambling to her feet again.With her legs free, she could move her feet the way they were supposed to... even if it was a little hard to match her dancing up to Martin's song....especially while wobbly.
Swatting one curious snake out of the way, she held out the kerchief she had brought with her for one of them to take. It was the least she could do to help with everyone being all sooty. "Then the mall it is!"
She was glad to be off somewhere, anywhere but the kitchen. "It is nice to meet you Lydia." She would have extended a hand, but her glove was all sooty. Pursing her lips, she dug in one pocket to find the spare pare she had shoved in there before cooking. Latex and plastic were unreliable around heat... and considering what she had just escaped from there was no telling what kind of damage had been done to the gloves. She didn't want to chance one of her gloves tearing while in the company of people. Far too dangerous...
Which reminded her... She shot a guilty look Amber's way and scratched at her cheek once her new gloves were on, having stuffed the old ones in her pocket. "...Amber.. about the last time we met."
How exactly was one supposed to apologize for ditching someone in a building full of cops? "...I am sorry I ran off without trying to find you. I kind of panicked, and an officer drove me home... I take it you were uninjured?" Jorge had told her that Amber was safe, so she hadn't been quite as worried as she should have been. It had been a rough night though, and she had been very much on edge. Andrea started off down the sidewalk, adjusting her usually hurried pace a little so it wouldn't seem like she was being rude and rushing the two other girls.
She chuckled, listening to the girl explain why she liked that particular flavor of ice cream. "Sneaking, huh? Why were you sneaking?"
She tried her best to angle a motherly frown at Kait, but ended up grinning instead. It sounded like what she had been doing for the past few months. Sulking around in rooms after people had vacated them, slipping into the kitchen late at night to raid the fridge when no one was looking. She toyed with the idea of reaching out put a hand gently on the girl's shoulder.. like people did in the movies when comforting someone. Like a parent to a child... but ended up fiddling with her own fingers instead. Kaitlyn had her own family somewhere, her own parents. She didnt' need an overly concerned freak preaching at her or acting like a-
The child turned and hugged her in one swift motion, effectively knocking all of the thoughts out of Andrea's head. She was stunned for a moment, frozen as she stared down at the top of the girls head. She was unfamiliar with such things still, hugging and holding people.. but, looking at the child she let her instincts take over and wrapped her arms gently around Kaitlyn. Her eyes slipped closed and she smiled warmly, stroking the girls hair like Andrea's mother had once done to her.
"You know what kind I like? Chocolate with gummy worms mixed in..." She found herself wondering where the child's parents were... or if she even had any, for that matter. The Greek had only ever seen Kaitlyn at the Sanctuary... and the one instance at Verdy's birthday. She opened her eyes again, and fought away the sadness that always lurked behind her heart. She had met the child on one of her happiest days, when she had been at her best. She had to live up to that... "I never knew they could do that, until I came here. Why don't we make tonight crazy ice cream night, huh? We'll eat as much as we can, until we are stuffed and can't possibly eat anymore... what do you say?"
Her quiet contemplation shattered when something bumped into her table, or rather, onto it. The Greek raised her eyes, squinting through her lashes as the shape that was propelling himself across the table toward her. It was... a beetle? ... a shelled insect.
A roach.
"...what the..?" People scrambled back with mumbles and grumbles, a few barely managing to catch their plates before the giant bug knocked them off into the floor. Those who had been sitting near her up and left, as well as a handful of people within the room. Apparently there weren't a fan of it.
>>"I'm a fan"
...but apparently it was a fan of her. This positively confused the Greek. "...P-pardon?" She blinked at the giant bug mutant, wondering halfheartedly if she had fallen asleep at the table, and pushed herself back onto her seat so that she was farther away from him. Sloth angled an Orange eye the bug's way, looking about as interested as a snake can. "... Do I know you?" She asked, leaning down slightly in an attempt to peek under his newspaper.
After glancing at the chair a few times, she followed her orders and sat, fingers twiddling in her lap. It was going to be a little weird.. but she was also kind of excited. The mention of research brought her eyes over to the little pile of books the woman had been reading. Things on brain activity and what not, a whole level of science above where Andrea comfortably sat. She eyed her own books too, mutation based, and wrinkled her nose. "...It wasn't all that bad.. a little shocking, but nothing I would be fearful of repeating." She had eaten glass before, after all... a little shock didn't scare her all that much. She did wonder if her snakes would wake up with a healthy does of fear, or respect, for the blonde woman though.
"Were you reading these for research on your mutation as well? I was drawn here for that reason..." She picked up one of the books, a comic of some sort, and gave it a quizzical look over. Sloth remained motionless, draped over her shoulder like a heavy stuffed snake, and the others hung limply- mixed in her braids here and there. "What are you trying to learn, Lori?" She wanted to turn in her chair and blink at the woman, curious as ever and a little distracted, but forces herself to remain still to make it easier for the woman to mess with her hair.
"..I was looking up possible explanations for my... um.. mutations."
Alli watched from the bar, a grin on her lips. Her friend was finally out and about, having fun and making friends. Or, at least that's what the young mutant thought. She hooted and hollered, pumping one arm in the air for her shy friend. She turned as the drink she had ordered were set down, reaching to pick hers up. That's when she heard a voice next to her speak up. She strained her ears in order to heard what he said, and turned her self in her chair to look him over. Young, cute... just her type! A grin curled her lips and she plopped her chin in her hand, leaning against the counter with her elbow. "That's an understatement... Nearly had to use blackmail!" Alli paused long enough to sip at her drink, and cast her eyes out at the crowd again. "Looks like it's getting kinda rowdy, ya'know?" The young mutant held out her hand to him, and smiled deviously. "I'm Alli... What's yours? You don't happen to be single, do you?" ~ Andrea was too busy trying not to fall too make friends with anyone- which is hard when the only things supporting you are strange hands. One plus, was that she could very clearly see where Aurum was, or rather where he was heading, which happened to be toward her. Oh thank god... She thought, fighting the urge to flail wildly as she was passed around and jostled about. The mini crowd holding her up turned, and she found herself facing the stage... if it could be called that. The Greek was used to seeing grand stages in play and Opera houses.. not things like this, where people screamed into microphones and the crowd attempted to beat each other into comas.
"Hey! Relax a little, will ya? We've got you." A voice from below caught her attention, and a strong pair of hands wrapped securely around her ribs. Another pair caught her rump and lifted her ungracefully higher into the air. She was more than a little happy to see that it was not the male who had a hold of that particular area... She tried not to wiggle too much, as they helped steer her around where a few people were moshing, toward the stage. The crowd didn't seem to care, and when she turned her head to the left she noticed that someone else was being passed along like a sack of potatoes toward the stage. Only... he seemed to be enjoying it. Suddenly, it was a race... ~ The owner of the knuckles that had take the lawyer in training down grinned, before someone returned the favor by decking him across the jaw. He stepped over to where the fallen man was, and leaned down to help him up... but was knocked off his feet as the man he had punched barreled into him at full speed. The two toppled to the ground, becoming a pile of flying fists, curses, and feet. The people around them turned from the music, more interested in the prospect of a fight, and a few people flung themselves onto the pile.
From the bar, Alli turned from her pleasant conversation with Mr. McCutie pants, to see a mini brawl starting up at the back of the dancing crowd. She frowned slightly, having not planned for a fight to break out with Andy around. That... could very well end badly, knowing what her friends timid nature, coupled with nerves and an ungodly mutation could do. "Sonofab*#@%... " She turned, and gulped down her drink, before hopping from her stool. "Wanna come help me save a damsel in distress?"
Her cup got heavier again, and a goofy, childish grin overtook her lips. This was fun! Not as much fun as running around a crowded bar, singing and clambering on tables had been... but still fun. She didn't feel quite so exposed, with only one pair of eyes on her... or with liquor soaking into her glove. "Oop!" As he deliberately set the bottle down, she deliberately went about sipping at both her cup, and her glove. Though, tho glove didn't taste nearly as good.
The gorgon found herself quite distracted with what a glove felt like on her tongue, until she saw martin flail and topple off the cough. A round of giggles burst from her, and she repositioned herself on the couch so that she was looking down at him, with her knees tucked up into her chest. What had be asked again, before he had spilled off the cough? "...oh, yes... whooo?" Who indeed. What had she been saying? "..I jus miss Saphirus... an everyone at the school too...tha's all. I dint want to leave... but, I had to." Her lips pursed, nose wrinkling like a child who had tasted something she didn't particularly like, and she took a sip from her glass again. A big sip.... and then she blew bubbles into the liquid against her lips.
Martin was sitting below her, looking up like a one man audience. It made her want to do something, like sing... but she couldn't really sing... so maybe dance? or preform a solo puppet show with the sleeves of her sweater! ... somehow, she doubted that would entertain him very much... She blinked at the man, really looking at him for a moment, which probably came off as slightly creepy. Against the various artificial hues of his house that she could see, he was a blob of grey and black that had been smooshed into a human shape. She absently wondered what colors made up a Martin. "...Whut color are your eyes? They look really, really light..." Giggling again, she finished off her drink and leaned out to set her cup down along side the bottle, copying the determinedness that he had used to slap the bottle down.
His couch really was very comfy, probably much more comfy than the floor. She realized that she shouldn't hog it all to herself, not yet, anyway. "..Silly! Here, let me help you upsies!" Bracing herself with both knees on the couch cushion, and one hand planted haphazardly between her legs as if it would hold her up, she extended the other hand down to Martin. Sadly, in her inebriated state things like gravity and common sense had no hold on her. Of course she could help him up one handed! She was Greek, she could do anything! Well... almost anything... She still figured flying was off the list, at least until she spouted feathers, that is.
>>“Growing things is good cover. You are part of a household yet free to move around everywhere on the grounds and almost anywhere in the houses. Makes many things easier.”“And if you remember that in the morning I might have to kill you.”
Andrea froze, staring at the man for a moment, before a grin took over her face. "Ha! That's funny... you know, it has taken me a year to identify what American humor is... I almost believed you for a moment!" She laughed, chuckling, and lifted the rest of her drink to her lips. It burned a little, but with the cup already settling in her stomach she was already swimming. "To memory loss!"
She clinked glasses with him, and finished off the rest of her drink. Her stomach was cold, and her mind was well on its way to never never land. She was losing control, and Martin was sitting next to her. Turning, she copied his crossed leggedness and waggled her empty cup at him. "You know? I told myself I would't.. I wouldn't drink again, after... after the last time. It's so hard to think, while drinking."
She grinned, and tipped her glass toward her so she cold blink at it's sudden emptiness. When had she drank the last of it?... "I so...unused to this. All of this... I never had such ex...experia..ces.. at home. Everything was so.. so... calm... so placid."
her cup was starting to remind her of things she didn't like.. and she didn't know why. She could see faces in the last bit of bourbon clinging to the bottom of her glass. Her mother, her father.... Saph.
"... I miss him." She said, before holding her glass out for a refill.
He filled her glass again like a ninja. All she heard was the clink of glass on glass and then the weight gripped in her hand doubled. It took her a moment to drag her eyes away from the wall, to stare at her now full glass. Did he honestly think she could drink that much? She glanced down at the rather baggy sweater he had provided.
...Well, she had put on a little weight... and she could very vaguely remember someone commenting on body size being relevant to how much a person could drink. Maybe that meant she could stomach more than a few glasses without completely forgetting the night's events?... and possibly, hopefully, not retching her dinner out somewhere on Martin's floor? The Greek blinked at her glass, amazed at how her gloves stuck to it because of the latex, and a few seconds later the little angel on her shoulder caught up to her rapidly moving mind and reminded her that she ought not to test her luck.
'Yes.That sounded smart. Something I should definitely do, moderation... ' She thought, while lifting the glass to her lips. She took a sip, realized what she was doing, and had to force herself to drop her hands to her lap, glass and all. The creeping curiosity that had snagged her the first time, the temptation, was crawling up the back of her neck again. She felt the need to feel delightfully wonky, and the devil on her other shoulder taunted her with memories of how good it had felt to let loose and just not care about anything. Andrea found herself glaring at her cup, and had to drag her eyes away when Martin started talking. He spoke of fighting, of military... She saw him in a whole new light. Of course! It explained nearly everything. Past military experience would lead to his wicked moves, which let the part of her mind that was still worrying about the fight in the alley rest.
It also explained a lot of things about him to her. The formal way her acted, so reserved and polite... yet strong and commanding when needed. She contemplated that, while sipping at her drink again- which had risen to her lips without her realizing. She had turned her attention back to the wall, eying his new iodine painting, when he chose to speak again, and mentioned something about killing. The green mutant on the cough beside him froze up, mind still clear enough to go into full blown panic mode, and she choked into her cup. With her mind slowing down ever more, pulling gradually on the mental breaks, she found herself momentarily struck by fear... Until she remembered that bit about the military. Suddenly, the sympathetic part of her jumped at the chance to take over, and she found herself frowning into her cup. Not the best emotion to go with alcohol, nope, not at all. She didn't turn on the couch to look at him, or give him that knowing 'I pity you' face she had seen others used on her many, many times. Instead, she opted for fingering her mostly full glass, and staring pointedly at the coffee table. Thinking about the friendly gardener in the service, any service, made her wonder what he had seen. What he had done... She thought about all of the various reasons someone would have to take a life, and it led her down a dark road to her own past experiences.
She didn't have the ability to blame her actions of duty, or a job, though. "I know." Was her reply. Two short words that were somewhat bitter and cryptic... and yet filled to the brim with shame. She had seen a lot of things since leaving home, and was unfortunate enough to have been a part of most of them. Eying her reflection in the caramel colored liquid in her cup, she watched as Sloth shifted around her shoulders, and the darker snakes settled themselves in her hair. They were tried, sleepy. It wouldn't be long before they passed out all together. "...What is it like?... going from something so... violent, to something so peaceful?.... Did you enjoy working in the garden?" She shook herself and tried to think of happier things.
There was shuffling... murmuring and more shuffling. Feet moving through gravel, quickly. Someone knelt beside her and she felt herself being turned. She didn't protest, no... she was still a little bit too shocked to do much of anything. Instead, she squinted through her glasses, praying that the person touching her had a shirt on. 'Lord... please... please, please, please... don't let it be Saph!' Her hair blocked her vision momentarily, she she went ahead and closed her eyes. To prevent herself from seeing who it was, and possible bareness right in front of her.
Peeking out again, one eye squinted closed and one cracked open behind her dark glasses, she managed to spot who it was. 'Oh.. Oh thank god.' That wasn't Saph's voice. It was Martin! Kind, responsible, not naked, Martin. She could have cried, but didn't really have time to, because before she could think of what to say something swatted her across the cheek. It was enough of a hit to make her blink, and shake her head slightly.
>>"Andrea!"
...She probably needed to explain herself... and get up. Surely they were worried. The Greek heard the shuffling of feet through gravel approaching again, and Saph's voice reached her ears.... He didn't sound to happy. With a little grunt, she pushed herself awkwardly up on one elbow, managing not knock heads with he who had awakened her only because she took care not to rise to fast. She still felt rather dizzy.. but she needed to calm Saph down. "Saphirus... I am fine..." Turning her head, she set about aiming a smile his way... until she caught sight of his chest again. She jerked her eyes away so fast a whole new wave of dizziness washed over her, and she turned a darker shade of brown. ".... thank you Martin. The... s-sun.. must have gotten to me."
Her voice was squeaky... very timid. She didn't really know what else to say.
Thank god he didn't comment... And thank all of the saint's too! She didn't think she could take any jokes right now, or lectures. Then again, Saph wasn't around to comment on the particular color of her unmentionables, or name some awful joke... and she had yet to hear Martin lay in on anyone other than Saph with lecture worthy talks. But... that didn't change the fact that she had all but flashed the guy. She also didn't protest when she was sat down on the couch, and told to drink something. He sat down as well and she went ahead and rolled her sleeve up as much as possible, picking up her glass carefully. "Thank you."
He wanted her to drink it all, but one curious sniff burned her nostrils and forced her to blink a few times. Drink to her health?! The stuff, whatever it was, reminded her heavily of the drin-...oh... oh god. Things finally clicked into place and she remembered the color and name of this particular drink. It was just as bad as what Lenna had ordered for her, if she remembered correctly. The poking and prodding at her wound did hurt though, and she could remember those drinks from before working very quickly at making pain from scraped knees and banged elbows go away... among other things. She raised the cup to her lips and took a small taste. It was dry, and kind of burn-y...
She would just have a sip or...OWOWOW! Iodine hurt more than she figured it would... stinging like angry bees, combined with the poking and prodding at her arm as Martin treated it. Without really thinking, she gulped down a mouthful, and coughed. It was a lot less tasty than the last drink... and a lot more like acid to her poor taste buds. She felt a coolness wash down to her stomach, where it settled and made her shiver a little. Since her mouth was already on fire, she went ahead and followed his directions, choosing to gulp down the rest of her glass as quickly as she could, just to empty it.
By the time he finished wrapping her up, she was already feeling a little bit... different. A little heavier, but also a little lighter. And when she turned her head the room was pretty slow to catch up. She wondered idly if that meant she was moving faster than everything else. Coughing once more, she scratched at the back of her head and wiggled her arm around, inspecting the bandaged and how her wound felt. It felt like an arm, but a little stabbed. She giggled to herself. "You did a really good job... do you do this sort of thing often?" Pictures of the gardener wandering through a hospital popped into existence in her mind, followed by soap opera type scenes where he saved lives and declined praise and thanks you's, because 'It's his job, he's a doctor!' She snickered, and rolled her sleeve back down, while her snakes wiggled in her hair, not understanding why they suddenly had the urge to sleep. "What does Iodine taste like? It must taste really bad... It made pretty wall art, though..."
The sound of something wet being violently spat out made her jump and scramble to pull the sweater on. She turned, to make sure he was still looking at the wall, and alive.... before tugging her shorts off and stepping into the provided pants.
>>“I would be deeply ingratiated to you, if you could hand me the other bottle. This instant.”
She paused, pants half way on, and blinked over her shoulder at him. Had she handed him the wrong bottle? It appeared that way. In a slight panic, she jerks the pants into place, squirming in the ill fitting clothes, before reaching for the other bottle and scampering across the room. “I am... decent...” She had to kind of shuffle into place next to him, eyeing the brown splatter on the wall with a curious glance, before she lifted the bottle and handed it to him. “Here... what was in that one?”
Her lips pursed, and she eyed the other bottle for a moment, before returning to fiddling with her borrowed pants again. With the sweating being mostly too big for her, she was more or less drowning in it. Andrea paused in the fiddling with the pants, to fix the problem with her top half. The moment her hands drifted away, Sloth chose to shift his weight suddenly she felf herself tip sideways. The action of getting her feet to follow and catch herself sent the baggy pants straight to the ground. They caught around her ankles, while she squeaked and pulled the sweater low enough to hide her shame. Her face lit up in many different shades of brown, before she was able to dip and jerk the clothing back into place.
She would not be letting go of it again... not ever. “Sorry!”
>> "Just leaving, actually. This music and the beer aren't all I heard they were cracked up to be... what are you doing here?"
"That would be my fault, actually. Had to pry her out of her room with a crowbar! I'm Alli, by the way... gonna go get us some drinks!" Andrea shamefully scratched at a cheek, while Alli slapped her on the back and politely excused herself. The blue scaled mutant carved a path for the bar and claimed a seat not too far away, leaning over the bar so she could shout her order at the bartender. The Greek laughed nervously, and took to scratching at one elbow with her gloves. "...what she said, heh... I just kind of got kidnapped."
Sloth shifted around her neck, and a few people behind her pressed into her back, pushing her unintentionally toward the bar. The snake was still eying the fellow at the bar, and Andrea could fee his muscles contracting as he lifted himself from her body. Her pressed her hand to the bulk of his body to keep him from knocking her off balance. "This is...Sloth. He is a new addition to the family, I guess you could say..." Both hands went to restraining the snake, who had all but given up on dragging her over to the bar, and was once again interested in Aurum.
"I have never been in a place like... this... before. I am a little out of my eleme-" Someone bumped into her, and before she could flee, arms were wrapped around her shoulders. "Snake girl! Come party with us!" The two from before, both man and woman, had returned (and brought a few friends) and she felt herself being drawn away from her conversation. Her snake admirers all but ignored her stuttered attempts to politely decline whatever it was they wanted with her. "Upsydaisy!" The gorgon shot a desperate look over her shoulder in Aurum's direction, before she was lifted into the air and sent on her very first crowd surf. Ever. Alli turned and spotted the scene, and a grin shot from one ear to the other. "WOO! Go Andy, Go!"
