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.
"Sorry... he, er... get's curious." And hungry, but she figured that it was more likely that he was only mildly interested in the cop. Hopefully...
“That is how I met Amber to begin with. I intervened when she got mugged and she asked me to walk her home. She mentioned something about a place called the Sanctuary but I never got to see it.”
This caused Andrea to raise an eyebrow, and tug harder at Sloth until she had him effectively gathered in her arms. "Really?... Is it not strange that there is so much crime in this city, even with all of the active officers around?" She blinked, wondering if that was perhaps something one should talk about while in the company of a cop, and turned eyes back to the windshield and everything that was rolling bu outside. "There are so many bad people in this world... it must be exhausting to try and keep up with it all..."
She thought about what he had said... to make sure she was looked after, and a pang of longing for her mother and father jumped to life in her chest. Still, she smiled through at his concern and nodded her head. "I will take care of myself, though, I will make sure to tell someone about my injury- just to be safe." Watching as the street signs passed, and furrowed her brows and tried to remember the street address for the Sanctuary. She knew the road... and one that connected to it, but it took her a moment to drag up a mental grid of the city in her mind.
Pointing, she directed him to a street she knew, one that hopefully crossed over to where they needed to go, then laid out the rest of the directions she could remember. It was fuzzy, seeing as she was more used to wandering these days than actually following directions. "Thank you again, Jorge... for taking such good care of me. I think... things could have gone very differently if you hadn't been there to... intervene."
Her cheeks tinted pink, and she smiled sheepishly. She had kind of sneaked up on him, hadn't she? "Sorry... you were just in the middle of such a rousing rendition of the Itsy Bitsy Spider, that I was afraid to interrupt..." She shifted awkwardly, clasping her hands behind her back, and nervously shifted her eyes away from him to the crowd of people who were carrying on with the nursery song.
“Er...have we met?""Because I'm sure I'd remember a face as beautiful as yours.”
The color in her cheeks darkened to red, and she brought a hand to her lips. Surely... he had to recognize her... a little? Maybe it was the obvious changes to her person, she doubted he would ever expect to see her in pink flesh tones.
or maybe it was the drink... "You, sir, are drunk." She coupled the statement with a polite laugh, and wondered why she felt suddenly lighter on her feet. Or maybe it was that her head felt a little more empty, what had she been about to say again? Turning, she glanced over her shoulder in a panic to where Lenna still sat and chewed on one of her nails, then suddenly remembered that she had left the woman alone.
"Oh! How rude of me... I have a table, with a friend.. would you, erm, care to join us... Mat?"
She idly wondered how long it would take him to realize who she was... she decided to try and tip-toe around spelling it out for him- though she couldn't really figure out why that thought amused her so much all of the sudden. Taking a step back, she bumped into a patron behind her and nearly toppled over, before catching herself on a chair. She was starting to feel a little scatter brained. "Ah, sorry!" Shooting another lopsided smile Mat's way, she reached out for his hand- eager to make it back to her seat and have another drink... maybe... probably. (totally)
Sloth did not like the strangers hand on him, and he disliked the way his fingers were digging into him as well. It hurt, and he had done nothing worthy of such pain... save trying to protect his mistress. The large snake snapped his jaws shut, his many rows of needle like teeth vanishing behind white scale covered lips. His orange eyes remained locked on the man however, one a bit difficultly seeing as his head was angled in an odd way. He contracted his muscles, pulling himself toward Martin, intent on wrapping his body up and around the man's arm-- but forgot that he was unfortunately attached to the green woman behind him. His efforts tugged Andrea enough that she toppled over as Martin leaned over towards her, and was shaken away from her feinting spell.
Unfortunately, the action also caused her hood to shift and the snakes hiding underneath were jostled into going on the defense. Avarice took the lead, slipping out from under her hood to angle his eyes up at the looming figure of the man. The others were quick to follow, and six angry hisses filled the air as the serpents coiled themselves into striking positions. Andrea cracked an eye open at the sounds, feeling more lightheaded and groggy than she had before feinting. Her hood slipped off completely, and she was jostled again as Sloth tugged more.
"...mmm, Sloth... stop that..." Her tiredness was evident in her voice and she raised a hand to pull him back to her without trying to lift herself from the ground. She was tried, and for the moment it didn't matter that the ground was kind of wet, and something in the air smelled like old spaghetti. Sloth resisted, and for a moment she didn't realize it was because someone had a hold of him... when she did notice, she jumped and attempted to scramble back- an action that was quickly halted by being anchored to the captive white snake. The smaller snakes reacted to the sudden burst of fear by snapping out at the air in warning.
Eh.... hey, I didn't expect to have to post another one of these so soon after my last absence, but I have been unable to post for a week now so I felt it necessary to at least let people know why. I thought that taking a quarter off from school would give me more time for MRO, but I have just lacked the energy or will to do much of anything for the past few weeks. Hopefully this will pass quickly, because I feel really bad that I've left all of the people I'm threading with hanging. Until then, I probably won't be around much, so take care everyone who's dealing with life and such.
The path ended before her with a fence, one she didn't realize was only wedged in place and not locked. She rattled it lightly for a moment, before reaching up and grabbing onto the fence with a hand. She attempted to pull herself up, but her injured arm throbbed suddenly- and something felt like it tore. All of the sudden the pain she had been ignoring became too much to bare, and she was forced to drop back to the ground. She couldn't see the injury in the dark... but she could feel warmth dribbling down her arm.
...and... she kind of felt dizzy all of the sudden.
The little boost of adrenaline was all but gone... and she could see no other way out of the ally. Her eyes feel on a few tall trashcans to her left and she wobbled her way quickly behind them. She found that squatting only made her feel more dizzy. Her eyes were drooping, and no matter how hard she shook herself she couldn't keep them open for very long. The stress of the situation had taken ahold and was running amok on her nervous system. The gash in her arm wasn't helping matters... and was a lot worse than she had given it credit for.
Blood loss and a little bit of hyperventilating finally did the trick when her head tipped back and she was out cold. Her snakes were left wondering what exactly was happening. Each of the six slithering black bodies inside her hood nestled back further, and let their tongues do the work of alerting them to possible danger. Sloth on the other hand coiled himself into striking position on Andrea's shoulder, and waiting for whatever had given her a fright to show up..
>>“It isn't silly at all, Andrea. I can't imagine what it must be like, to stick out as you do. I've met a lot of mutants in my time, some who you would never imagine to be, and others who left no doubt. I've seen mutants who wear their mutation proudly, and mutants who would trade anything to fit in. I'm lucky, in that I've had it easy in that regard, that I haven't had to face the prejudice, and blind stupidity of those who can't see past green skin, or grass for hair... I could sit here and tell you that you should be proud to be who you are, but that's not my place. Though, if it's any consolation, you are a beautiful girl, green skin and snakes included. Thank you Andrea, for being honest with me. Wanting to be different than you are, to fit in, doesn't make you foolish. Like you said, it makes you human. I think more people need to realise that.”
She couldn't stop the blush that reared up again, and she was rather at a lack for words. Three times in a day, he had gotten her... She had relaxed more than she realized. Mat had... a way about him. It reminded her of those she knew... and yet at the same time he was completely new. Fresh. >>“It did. The town I grew up in, it's only a small country town, where everybody knows everybody. I was......going through a difficult time. So when my mutation kicked in, I freaked out and panicked. I thought...that it would be unfair to my parents, having a mutant for a son. Especially in a town like ours. And especially after... Word spreads in towns like that, you know? People can't understand. Small town mentality, and all that. You know what I mean, don't you? Anyway...I figured that it would be best for everyone if I just disappeared. That way... That way my parents could move on and live their lives.”
"I do." She agreed, nodding her head ever so slightly. She knew well what it meant, and what he probably felt. "I used to think that way too, that my parents would be better off if I was gone." Many a night in fact, she had laid away and wondered the answer to that question. "... but you know... it is not all bad. While I have met my fair share of people who dislike me for my skin, I have met others who think I am the bees-knees because of it. I... have even met mutants who hate me too..." And some who were just simply out to hurt everyone. It was a shame, really...
"I guess we have more in common than I had first thought." She muttered, and shifted in her seat. Cricket was on his way over to check up on them. He swooped in, eyeballing Andrea's polished off plate, and then Mats, before he cleared his throat. "Escusimuwaaaah, I trust that dinner was perfect...?"
Andrea nodded, and dropped her gaze back down to Mat's plate. He had not eaten all of his food... did he not like it? Concern briefly touched her features, before she accepted the plate he pushed her way, and smiled at Cricket as he strode back off. Somehow amidst the fluffy of shoving plates and removing of dishes, the older mutant had dropped the bill on the table in front of Mat.
>>“I must say, that was an amazing meal. Thank you for bringing me here.”
"No... Thank you, Mat..."
She couldn't let him shift all of the thanks onto her. Not after all he had done... "You... have made me happy, at a time when I did not have much hope." She smiled, and fidgeted with the glass flower in her lap. "... God has a funny way of bringing joy into your life when you least expect it. When you feel like you have hit a wall, and there is no where left to turn." Something touched her lips, perhaps bitterness hidden behind a smile. God also had a funny way of taking those things from you when you most needed them. She would never understand...
"I cannot thank you enough, for being here.... for being you." Her smile widened, and she heard the approach of feet again. As quickly as she could she ate what was left of their food and fumbled for her money. Cricket turned the corner, just as she finished throwing a small wad of twenties at Mat. The older man gathered up the newly empty plate, and took a peek to see if the check was ready to be brought back. It was not. "... I will be back momentarily, and WITH a camera,might I add! You will not be escaping this time, Missy!" He turned and headed back off to the kitchen. Andrea shot Mat a sly grin.
Everything flashed by in a blur to her... Three people tussling in the semi dark, one more calm than the others. A boy with a knife- one with a gun... and then... only one remained standing. She could see a baseball cap and a glinting blade, and the fear that had been buried under her spike of anger swelled until it over took her. The streets feel silent around them, no more cry's or gunshots would be heard... Somewhere off in the distance the blaring, booming beats of someone's music could be heard.
...cop's would be slow to show up in such a neighborhood, if at all.
Andrea's eyes dropped to the dark figures on the ground. One had a newly broken jaw to add to his list of injuries, while the other...well, he wouldn't be getting up any times soon... Andrea couldn't the damage he had been dealt from the distance between them. She couldn't see the red dripping onto the gravel, staining the dirt a muddy brown. It was a good thing, all in all. Still, she needed to only glance once more to the dark blade shaped object the new fellow had used to take one of the guys down, and her hackles raised.
Whoever it was... he didn't look very friendly... He stood so calmly, and yet someone had just fired a gun at him. She got a bad feeling, and the urge to flee over took her. Her injured arm throbbed and burned, a pretty great distraction for someone who was not used to getting stabbed.. but she tried her best to ignore it for now. There would be time later to whine over the damage and fuss over how she was going to clean it up... Right now, she needed to decide what to do...
Her eyes didn't budge from the other male, like he would spring forward at any moment and attack. She felt her legs twitch as energy from adrenalin washed into her muscles and she turned, reaching up while doing so to swiftly tug her hood back up into place over her hair. Her sandals crunched against the pavement as she more or less bolted for the opposite end of the alley, where she hoped another exit would be found. She was completely comfortable with never finding out who the mysterious and ominous figure was, so long as it meant that she could pick up her trail and make her way back home before someone else decided to attack her...
“Okay, we won’t go there. But…tell me where you want me to take you, okay?”“I’m not letting you walk the streets at night with a concussion.”
A trained eye would notice that the girl seemed to deflate into her seat. She was glad, that she hadn't caused Jorge to crash the car. The idea of wandering around with her current ailment got a little laugh out of her, and she toyed with her seat belt. Which was wet from spilling her water- she would... just not mention that tidbit of information. "Do not worry, it has been a long while since I last walked the streets."
oh... dear. That hadn't come out right. "Er... that, sounded better in my head..." At least, if anything, it showed that she was a little more comfortable with him. She generally reserves stumbling over her own tongue for people she trusted- if only a little.
“I’m a cop. My whole job is meeting people on the worst day of their lives. Sometimes it helps to have someone with a good ear for listening and a good shoulder to cry one in the aftermath of it all. So yeah, I’ve had some experience,”
Oh good, a chance to recover form her unfortunate choice of words. "That is something to be very proud of... I wish I was better at helping people." Unfortunately, she was the opposite. She never managed to come up with the right thing to say... and touching or hugging people was out of the question now, until she had her snakes under better control. Speaking of, Sloth had taken and sudden interest with the smell of Jorge's seats. He poked and prodded at the one Andrea occupied, before turning his attention to the other, and the man sitting within it. A pink tongue flicked out in Jorge's direction, and beady orange eyes stared his way.
“So where you want me to take you?”
"Sloth... it is not nice to stare..." She tugged on the large white serpent futility- he refused to budge from the steel grip he had on the back of her seat. It almost didn't register in her head that Jorge had asked her once more where she lived. "...oh, I am staying at the Sanctuary..." She stated, matter-o'-factly, and started trying to think up the proper directions to the building with golden doors.
Shaking her head, she glanced toward the way she had come in. Whatever the yellow stuff was, it had taken over the ladder- almost completely. Though he seemed to be offering her the chance to run, she wasn't willing to trust whatever it was he had thrown. Though she didn't think she could run, she couldn't take the screaming anymore. Her fingers curled around her glasses, but he spoke up again before she could come to a decision on whether or not to take them off..
"Will need to... kill more until they... stop. Will run... for police. You should-"
Kill?! She shook her head again, a small movement that she didn't know if he had seen. There wasn't a need to kill...instead, there was a very strong need to run. Things went from bad to worse though, before she could voice her opinion on the matter, when the second man Trench was holding pulled a gun. Shots were fired, and Andrea turned and hid her face. She didn't want to see blood... she didn't want to see death...
"-leave. Others won't make... mistake of getting so-"
Another shot rang out, bouncing off the walls that surrounded them. She whimpered, and refused to turn around. There was a moment of silence in which she could hear struggling and gasping.Then... she hear the other mutants voice. He sounded exactly the same... not injured at all.
The megaphone up top had quieted, but she could hear the scuffling of feet close to the open manhole. People had heard the screaming, and the gunshots- a small crowd of rioters had gathered around up in the alley. Some kind of crackling and popping floated over the other distracting sounds in the sewer to her ears... She flinched visibly at the sounds- and then again when to large splashes signaled her to the mens departure...
"...I cannot go up this way... and.. we should not stay here..."
She hoped desperately that he had not killed the men... but that was as much as she was going to allow herself to think on the subject. She just needed to remind herself that they... they had attacked first... She was shaken, both from the unneeded hate from her fellow humans, and from the appearance of the new mutant. He didn't seem to worried, but she was. She didn't want to stay and find out if the people above were brave enough to venture down, nor did she want to stick around and see if the police would actually show up- but she didn't want to leave him on his own either. "... It is my fault they came down here.. I won't leave you to face them by yourself," ...which would only end in more violence...
"Will you come with me to find another exit?... I will watch our backs.. I-... I can stop them if they try to follow us..."
She nodded, and clambered back into the front seat before he took off- careful to avoid planting her feet all over his car seats. With the bottle of water in her hand, she buckled herself in and watched as the cameras and police cars moved out of sight. She relaxed visibly, kind of melting into the seat... though, now she felt bad for stealing Amber's ride home...
“I know why you’re scared. I’m a police officer and my job is normally supposed to be to take you home…but I won’t do that. Not unless you ask me too."
She nodded again, and drew her attention back to him. It was good to know that he wasn't going to grill her for answer's then drop her off on the mansions doorstep. It was a relief... and now she felt bad for having shut him off up until that point. He continued on, and she listened while she twisted the cap off of her bottle of water. His concern was touching.. especially was it was directed toward a perfect stranger, and on top of that one who had tried everything to avoid his questions save making another break for it since they had come down from the roof.
"But I can’t let you sleep in the streets either. That wouldn’t make me much of a gentlemen would it? Now I know a few places you can go, for example, there is this mansion I know that takes in a lot of runaway mutants. We can go there if that’ll make you feel better. I just…I would rather you were safe.”
The water she had been enjoying was abruptly sucked down the wrong pipe as she sucked in startled breath. A nice, lengthy coughing fit started up directly after. Her water bottle crashed to her lap, soaking her already wet clothes, and she cleared her throat enough to croak out an abrupt. "NO!" She fumbled to pick up her water, screw the cap back on, and calm herself- without screaming in the drivers ear again... Taking a deep breath, she sank back into her seat and laid a hand over her chest.
"...That... place is what I ran away from..." Oh god... It felt like she had been afflicted with a number of mini heart attacks all day long. "... I do live somewhere, er.. well, I suppose I am just staying there for now... but it still counts."
The bottom line was he didn't need to worry about that sort of thing. "...Ah... I am so unused to talking like this, forgive me if I come off as strange." Or maybe it should have been 'more strange than usual', what will all the added stress. She turned her eyes back to the window at her side and slouched in her seat. She was suddenly pretty tired. "...Does this sort of thing happen to you often, Jorge?" It had been a burning question in the back of her mind for a while... to see just how often he reached out to help people. "...You seem very... knowledgeable, abut how to... console?... no, wrong word...um, comfort!.. Comfort people..."
The blinded youth swung a few more times, before he tripped and was sent crashing to his knees again. His freehand bumped against the other knife that had been dropped- he was quick to snatch it up. His face contorted as he pushed himself back to his feet, causing the skin that had been affected by Andrea's venom to crack, and chip. Flakes of skin as hard as stone, and the same color clattered to the ground. An new, deeper groan of pain left him, and he brought the back of his hand to his newly bleeding eye- and found that he could see, if just barely though it. Andrea was behind him on the ground, nursing a knife wound that she hadn't seen coming. The boy caught Tyler in his limited vision, gun raised and pointed at some new guy, and he let out a wild and angry scream before rushing toward the two with both knives in his hands...
Tyler did not, repeat: DID NOT, like the attitude the guy in front of him held. One shot already fired, and he wasn't backing down. Even more, he pulled out a knife. The look in the guy's eyes was intense, and Tyler wasn't sure if it was just his eye playing tricks on him, or if it was the lighting- but he could swear he saw some crazy s*** going on over there in the dudes expression. He steeled himself and angled the pistol back toward Martin. "Stay back..!"
Unluckily, Tyler was a horrible shot, something he was aware of as he pulled the trigger again. The knife wielding fellow closed in just after the shot was fired, and quickly brought up one of his blades in a heathen manner, aiming for the chest of the man wearing the baseball cap. Tyler saw it happen to slow, and reached out to pull his friend back. He was in no condition to fight with his face all messed up and bleeding. "No..!"
Back over by the comatose boy, Andrea hissed though her teeth as she gathered herself up from the ground and reached for her glasses. She slipped them back onto the bridge of her nose as she hurried to get to her own feet, and moved to take shelter by the apartment building as another shot was fired. She didn't know what was happening, but after the air had quieted she heard another voice and turned her eyes to the scuffle off toward the entrance of the ally. A light flickered on over head as the last of the days light was swallowed up by the shadows of the buildings around them. She glanced up briefly as it illuminated her, reaching back to tug her hood had up into place, then turned to watch the scuffle once more. It was wise, just in case anymore bullets were let loose...
“I don’t mind. I can take you wherever you want to go.”
Ah... oh... why was is she could never think of good fibs while on the spot?! ...Pressure... so much pressure. She could tell him she lived at the sanctuary, but, would he know about all of the bad things that had happened there?...Oh lord! What if he jumped to conclusions?! Stepped forward, halting any and all stuttering responses she had started to come up with...
“Andrea, just be straight with me, okay? Is there something wrong? I’m a cop, and I know sometimes that does not always mean much, but I am here to help you. I want to help you, if you’ll let me. If you really and truly just want to put this night behind you, fine, you don’t have to tell me anything. I’ll take you where you want to go, right now, and we’ll leave it at that. Choice is yours, okay boss?”
Oh god... She wriggled uncomfortably, and shifted her eyes from right to left while trying to think of something to say. Finally, she brought her eyes back to Jorge... and cracked under the pressure. "Alright!" Her outburst caught the attention of a few cameramen, and a reporter. They scanned the area, noticing that most of the cops guarding the area had wandered away temporarily while they finished collecting what they needed for the case.
"...I can't help but be nervous... I am sorry. I know... that you only mean well, but it is hard to tell people... things about me.." She squirmed again, this time back a little to get settled., and folded her hands on her lap. "The truth is... I ran away from my home a few weeks ago... I am-... I was, worried about them finding out where I am." She was happy that her glasses sheilded her eyes from view, so he couldn't see the horribly obvious shifting they were doing. She had always been terrible at concealing the truth. "They do not know about...these." She pointed to Sloth, who was curling himself into a comfier position around her shoulders. "... I do not want them to, either."
She lifted her eyes in time for the bright spot light of a camera to zoom in on the, and scrambled backwards into Jorge's car. "Excuses me, Officer!" A woman approached, and a mic was shoved toward him. "Can you give us any information on what happened here today? Was this a caused by a mutant? Were there any casualties?!" Andrea sheltered herself in the backseat, and poked her head out from between the seats- her hood obscuring her face from view. "I will tell you anything you want to know so long as you get me out of here as quickly as possible!"
“Ah, don’t worry about the unsanitariness, but I understand if it makes you a little ticklish.”
'...Mind reader!' Andrea laughed, enjoying how red Jorge's face could turn, and kept her suspicions to herself. It was nice... sitting on a comfy car seat, being protected from the prying eyes of the media. She felt herself start to relax...
“Oh shush, it’s no trouble at all,”“We can comprise. Just pull up your pant leg a little, and I will remain at the ankle. Simple as that.”
With a nod, she wordlessly set about rolling her pant leg up so he could get to her ankle, all the while watching rather expectantly. She didn't know exactly what was to happen, whether she would feel anything or if it would just be over in a snap. The Doctors eyes closed, and a few moments later they re-opened. He smiled at her.
“Except for that tiny cut on her head and a very minuscule concussion, you’re healthy as a horse.”
He was lucky she had heard the saying before, otherwise she might have mistaken it as some sort of odd insult. She nodded, her expression one of wonder, as Christopher filled her in on how she should spend the next few days, as well as medication she should take. She was happy to hear that it was something she could get from a drug store, because not even the hounds of hell would get her to step inside a doctors office. Too many questions, too much paperwork. "Thank you, Christopher." The doc moved off, after dropping one last piece of advice on Jorge. Andrea grinned. "....Red meats?"
and then he dropped a bomb... “Listen, Andrea, if you don’t mind, I would like to drive both you and Amber home. There are still a lot of news people around and I’m sure they smell a story. I would rather you did not exert yourself too much trying to walk home. That sound okay?”
Crap... She shifted, rolling her pant leg back down, and turned her eyes to survey the scene. She couldn't see where Amber was, but apparently she was still there. That.. was not so good. Amber, she assumed, lived at the mansion.... and she couldn't afford anyone bringing back information to certain mansion about her whereabouts. She was more than absolutely sure Saph would be on her heels the moment he got word of her... "Uh..." She started, very eloquently, "...There is a problem with that." She couldn't say she was homeless...could she? Didn't that usually bring about more questions? "...we... do not live in the same...er...area?"
There wasn't much else to say... if she opted to walk- she'd no doubt be devoured by cameras and mics. She was backed into an imaginary corner...
"Wasn't it you who was worried she'd drag you off to your bloody demise? Isn't this less for you to worry about?
The twenty three year old was struck. Lenna... had a point. She had been so caught up with whatever nefarious plan Allie had conjured, that she couldn't think about anything else. With the scaled girl gone, to who knew where, she was off the hook... right? "..You are, correct." She started, poking at the drink in question. She chuckled, "..Sorry for being so uptight."
"Captain Morgan's. Two."
Two whats? She had never heard of that drink before... Which, worried her a little. (but then again, she didn't know the names of most drinks these days) She watched as the bartender filled two short glasses with a caramel colored liqueur, some garnishes, then set them down before the two women. She blinked at the drink, reaching out with a gloved hand to pick it up, then turned to see what others in the bar were drinking- and how.
Some downed the contents of their cups with a quick jerk of their heads, others had little straws and merely sipped at their drinks. Andrea felt pretty out of the loop.. so she resolved herself to simply copy whatever Lenna did. While Lenna was looking around, Andrea sniffed at her drink, then took a generous gulp.
...it did not taste like caramel. It tasted like burning.
It took everything within her, every ounce of control and power to swallow the mouthful, instead of spitting it across the counter. "..Oh... this is... strong." Her voice was almost a wheeze. She coughed, and set her cup down for a moment. "How about him?" Blinking, she glanced over, enjoying life without sunglasses on, and searched for whoever Lenna was pointing to. "Huh? ...Him who?"... and further more, why was there suddenly a him involved? Blue eyes caught sight of the stained shirt and pants, and her ears picked up the singing. She recognized him almost instantly.
She suddenly felt rather naked without her coat on... and there was a draft somewhere running icy fingers up her bare back. Andrea turned back toward the bar and tried to hunch over and hide herself. Damn Allie and her skimpy choice in clothing! Her naive mind was still a whirl trying to pinpoint exactly why Lenna had picked mat out of the crowd, and her drink was sitting right there in front of her. Hell, she was going to try and loosen up tonight, right? She may as well start by finishing her drink.
Andrea picked up her glass, and copied a man she had seen earlier by trying to down the whole thing in one gulp. A girl and her boy friend sitting just down from her stared as she coughed, and slammed her glass down- newly emptied. Rum ravaged the back of her throat, and numbed her tongue, and the fumes made her nose wrinkle. "Alright... I can-.. I can do this." She wasn't green, her snakes were for the most part hidden by her hair... she could do this! "..I... will be right back." Now, if she could just keep her voice from cracking she'd be just great!
She turned, and noticed that Mat had made his way closer. He was dancing and singing. Slipping from her seat she dodged other people that were dancing, and headed his way. "...M-..mat?" She wasn't sure if he had heard her... so she stepped closer and tried again. "Mat...?"
