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.
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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?
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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.
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Noel frowned at the guys running the front entrance. They were checking IDs, and everyone had talked through the age issue and what that might mean for alcohol. They were doing fine.
But, the truth was, he'd rather run security rather make an appearance inside. He already wore his swimsuit, the Texas flag sideways so each leg was a different color and the star was... well, we has still wearing his shirt. They could pry it from his warm man-hands.
For starters, people were inside that knew him as a her and as he was now, he didn't especially know any of them back. With the age excuse, that was okay. With the not-her-body...?
"You're hovering." Tedward took the Ranger's body by the shoulders and steered him to the side. "Don't hover, mom. You're making the kiddies nervous. Here." He pointed Noel at a shorty brunette who was already bikini clad in a sunflower suit and a coverup that showed more than it covered.
"She's press." Tedward supplied. Only then did he notice the water-proof camera. "Take her to meet Sveta?"
Perfect. His (well, the real Ranger's) boss. Noel smiled despite not feeling it and offered his arm. And double perfect. He got to screw this up on camera.
"Right this way, ma'am." He offered his arm and scanned the crowd inside for the blonde currently running Haven.
A crash of glass heralded wind and a hail of bullets. Irritated bullets. He could somehow tell the person shooting them was irritated at him in particular by the way she shot them. At him. Or maybe it was a byproduct of him being just about everywhere.
He ducked by instinct, quickly closing the space between the girl and her handler. He was pinged a few times and his suit opened up a few holes, but nothing important spilled out. Bullet proof. For a bit. He'd try not to get cut since that was part of the price for taking hits. He took the opportunity to pull his SIG and end the guy holding onto what he referred to as 'the merchandise.' He whirled, weapon steady in both hands to train his aim on the threat.
What landed amidst the hail of glass and ammo was not at all what he'd expected. She was tiny. And fiesty. Her hand went up with fire raising between her fingers and a few quick thoughts tumbled into one another in his head.
She was here the break up the party. That meant she was an ally, but not the huge amount of hellfire sort of back up he'd hoped for. If he took her down... could he take her down? Could he even stand there and watch as whatever that guy was doing got did?
She looked real small compared to the people around.
Noel huffed, grabbed Miss Malnourished like a sack of taters, and lunged at the... woman? Mutant?
Whatever that guy was doing got did.
He hadn't stood around. But he wasn't standing where he thought he'd be by the end of his lunge either.
Disoriented, he straightened and heard the heavy scraping of metal. Looking down, he was surprised by a full suit of armor... that he definitely hadn't been wearing moments ago.
"Put me down."
He quickly put his bidding prize down onto her own two feet. Feet that were in thigh-high leather boots. There were pants. He was sure. They weren't covering much with the artful rips and all, but... they existed. Much like the shirt above that dipped so low... He looked up quickly and noticed a few other things.
"Y'r a redhead now."
"And I have guns. Two of them, actually." She introduced the end of both of the guns to his face and Noel put his hands up in the air.
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> ”It’s… Noticeable.”
"It's not...!" It totally was. No amount of neck blending was working. he was going to have to go into the hairline and... it STILL wasn't coming off his eyelashes. Noel tried, but he was coming to the conclusion that he needed mascara to cover that. But Noel had black. Only black. Black was not a natural color for his eyelashes...
"C'n I jus' go full goth? Add eyeliner and smudge it enough an' I c'n ba a big tiddy goth girl. Boy. With lil... this is insane." He smeared his hand over his face and gave up on the makeup, trying hastily to take most of it off. Who cared if a guy had a black eye? It made him rugged or something.
What mattered more was that he got into a shirt with buttons. There wasn't time for much of anything else. Hat. Boots. Jeans and a belt because a belt meant he cared that the jeans stayed on.
"Jus' grab anything. S'not like I'm the pinnacle of high fashion. It's all meant to work together and be interchangeable an' stuff. Jus' stay outta th' pajama drawer."
Drawer? Drwarer? How many syllables were in that word? Usually he didn't notice the accent, but sometimes it up an' smacked him by surprise. He found a place to tuck his gun and had to shimmy a bit to make sure it didn't just look like... something else.
"Okay. I'll go first and deal with th' meetin'. I cain't tell if he's a liar, but you'll get there eventually to bail me out I'm sure. Any clothes 're fine." He assured her. "'Cept a bikini. No bikini 'till we swap back."
Maybe not even then.
He skipped out the door and down the stairs, turning right before realizing that was a dead end down to the garage. He circled back around to the left and toward the offices.
He touched the bridge of his nose and sniffed again when the Ranger said he was getting his own black eye. Dammit all. This was supposed to work.
”Well now we’r twinsies.” He had a meeting today and… and that was supposed to work! Noel slammed around in the icebox in a petulant way until some of the ice came loose in their trays. By the time he’d wrapped up two towels’ worth, he was feeling less cranky and more hopeless.
> ”Where I’m from, two times makes a tradition.”
He pressed the ice-filled towel between Michael’s hands so she could apply.
”No offense, but these ‘re traditions I’d rather not keep.” He tucked some hair behind her ear and pulled himself up onto the counter next to Michael. He put his ice over his eye and sat for a quiet moment of self pity.
Except it didn’t have to be that quiet. They were in this together. And they started talking right at the same time too.
”We should try an adapted next.” > ”We, uh… Might need t’ cover up some before y’ head down.”
Shoot. The meeting. He hopped back down and offered a hand to help Michael down next. Usually he wasn’t so hands-on. It was different when it was his body, somehow.
”Uhh I c’n… I only have stuff that’ll match you. Ugh. Why’re you so pasty?” He eyed his reflection in the handle of the microwave and felt the scruff of his chin and also thanked God that he wasn’t bruised there where make up would be impossible. With the wrong colors… maybe it was already impossible.
”Alright. Time f’r makeup 101. Good thing I just had lessons installed myself.” The bathroom wasn’t far. Something-something water hook up. ”Moisturize first. Let it soak if y’ got th’ time… we don’ so I guess have at it.” It was perhaps helpful that he, too, had a black eye forming. Miachael could just copy what he was doing.
”And y’ gotta blend it out to the neck if y’r gettin’ it all over.” These were abbreviated lessons, but important ones if Michael was to properly represent woman-kind.
Noel, for his part, was far too pasty for anything besides the lighter colored concealer. And even then…
It worked once. Though they'd never addressed the fact that they'd swapped back without a kiss. Or figured out how this happened in the first place. What if they couldn't kiss at all after this? It was exactly like Noel's power to do something so dumb.
And not worth worrying about until after they were done testing their options.
Noel closed his eyes and readied himself, so it came as a surprise when Michael was slow and careful and deliberate. If it’d been him as herself, she woulda gone for the gut or something equally stupid. Michael clearly thought about it a bit more with the body being hers. She cut the hand.
And it wasn’t like it didn’t hurt. It did. But it didn’t hurt like a cut. It hurt like… pressure. Or a weight lifting callus getting pinched under the barbell: a pinchy pressure.
Their eyes met for a second as Michael declared “no cut.” The excitement was mutual. They’d successfully laid the groundwork. There was nothing left, but to follow through.
He held on with his hand where she’d directed earlier and let her hit him.
All the carefulness and preparation seemed real stupid as her head hit home with a crack. He clenched his hand in Michael’s side, his other hand naturally coming up to cover his dang eye. She’d gotten a bit of the bridge of his nose. Was his nose bleeding? It didn’t feel broken.
”’Kay, no more bonkin’.”
But Michael was clearly suffering more than he was. It hurt. Damn, did it hurt. But this was her second whack on top of an already brutal-looking morning. She looked up and…
”Looks like I’m a domestic abuser.” He took his hand from his eye and touched on her face gingerly, just outside where he could tell that some swelling was happening. ”Is there ice in this place?” He really hadn’t explored last night, they’d just crashed. Noel scooped up his body and took her with him to the kitchen to investigate, setting her on the counter while he dug around in the ice portion of the refrigeration unit. Michael wouldn’t mind, right?
Except for one glaringly obvious point of dissatisfaction about the whole process: it hadn't worked. If it'd worked, it would have been worth it... right?
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Okay. So his aim wasn't the best.
"Ohmigod I am so, so sorry." She went reeling and her hand was on her eye. HER EYE. For his part... it hurt, but it'd been the hard part of his head. He'd whalloped her pretty hard. Not hard enough to break, surely? Oh God. If he broke his own eye socket...
He helped guide Michael wherever he wanted to go: to the stool? To the moon? He'd go there just to make it up to her.
And then she suggested something that might even the scales a bit.
"Y' cain't be serious. Y' want to hit y'r head again?" And what would that even take? To cut him she had to punch him before. So... for a hit...? Michael seemed serious, though.
"I- I guess I'll go get a knife." The opposite of punching seemed to be cutting, so... cutting first might mean his head would be more vulnerable to hitting. Noel had emptied a knife from his pocket last night so it wasn't even that far. It made him nervous, though.
"I've never been stab-proof, but... it's y'r body. Would y' do the honors?" He handed the knife over and swallowed hard. If this didn't work? They might really be stuck.
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She reacted to the pinch which was good. He didn’t want to have to escalate any more than that and his lips were starting to feel a bit abused. Making out was one thing. Prolonged making out while worrying for your makeout partner’s mental wellbeing was quite another.
”I thought y’ might need a li’l help gettin’ out.” He didn’t exactly feel bad about it. Sometimes he’d wished someone would throw him a lifeline when he was lost. ”We might need t’ work out a signal. Somethin’ a li’l less pinchy. Remember every time y’ go in, y’r replacing somethin’. This time it’s borin’ at least.”
She’d moved away a bit, but this wasn’t over yet. He touched Michael’s cheek with his thumb, moving his hand to cup her chin line.
”Y’know if you’d wanted to stick around for somethin’ besides memory, you’ve missed the boat there.” In his experience, it took continuous contact after she broke free from a memory.
Not that they were there for that. This time.
> "Kissing doesn't undo it. Clearly."
”We’ll keep tryin’.” He leaned down while angling Micahel’s face so he could lay his forehead against hers. No bonk. Just proximity. Brain swapping by osmosis. With both their teeth brushed, it wasn’t a burden to mingle breath a bit.
And the second ticked by with no magical brain swapping.
”I guess it’s the hard way.” He put his other hand up around Michael’s face to fully control the head, pulled back a bit, and tried a baby bonk.
This was starting to feel kind of silly.
”No?” He cringed around the eyes. They’d bonked pretty good at the reception…
He pulled back and pretended he was going for a header in soccer.
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"It's not all rainbows." He called after her as she made her way to the restroom. "I don't know what you'll replace. You won' either." He dismissed her with a wave. The helicopter was too enticing. Definitely the helicopter.
By the time she was back and minty, Noel had stuffed himself into denim and even found a belt with a nice and pepper buckle. Socks and boots and a button up and he'd be totally ready. He'd only gotten as far as the socks, though. The rest was lined up and waiting.
Michael wasted no time. He went from bathroom to Noel's personal space. 0 to making out with her arms around his neck.
Noel was super glad to have a moment when he was sure Michael wasn't "home" to adjust. The kissing was… he did like her. And it was strange to not go anywhere else. He could touch her. Explore. He could be in the moment and enjoy it for what it was.
It was pretty nonstop.
Was she... stuck? Figuring things out? It wasn't exactly easy to communicate. Noel put his hand on her butt, impolite territory. That would have worked for him if he was her, but he wasn't. Did she feel that? Maybe that wasn't odd enough. Maybe… he should pinch her?
"Hey." He pulled away a bit, but her body pressed in closer behind the word. For a second he was derailed, but only a second. Maybe two. But if this was Michael's power, shouldn't it have happened by now? He'd reflexed all he was gonna reflex by now. If it was hers… she'd need help to be able to think about the here and now. She was probably stuck rewatching a good landing or something.
So. He pinched her on the booty. Hard enough that he was sure it'd get through.
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Either moving the towels or leaving was on the table. Somehow that didn't make Noel feel all that much better. "This jus' innit a home yet. We'll..." —My! How quickly he jumped to "we." "We'll fig're somethin' out." Noel grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist while shimmying and shaking and turning away to wipe down the shoulders and hair too. Modesty was an art at this point.
He commented about the non-nudity show, but he didn't quite get it. "It" might not have been something that Michael was unfamiliar with, but it was something he was unfamiliar with. Noel was a much, much, much more modest person to begin with.
"I'm not walkin' aroun' naked because a y'r sensibilities." He grumbled because he was embarrassed. At least he'd scoped out where the clothes were before getting out of them. He was slipping a shirt on over his head when Noel... no. she was Noel. When Michael realized that he had a meeting that Noel would have to get to.
"How serious a meetin'? Like, pick up y'r dry cleaning from Jude fancy 'r meet with client fancy?" They were going to have to try to swap back. That was a for sure thing. The real question was when. And how. "Maybe start gentle? A kiss swapped us first time. A bonk second. Maybe jus', put y'r head here an' leave it f'r a sec. Work up in bonk-tensity."
He shimmied his underpants underneath the towel like he was in gym class and finally felt secure enough to look Michael in the eyes.
"So. Uh. Brush y'r teeth and then bring it in? Think of. Uhm." What was safe here? "Helicopter flight training." That even sounded useful to share.
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When Noel's alarm went off and her phone wasn't where it should have been, she knew it hadn't worked. She knew she was still a he before he had moved more than his arm. He was stuck as a him.
Maybe it really was the lack of bonk.
He rolled and grabbed the phone from the floor to click off the alarm. His fingerprint didn't work, but he did know the code to unlock. That still worked. Hanging half off the bed was enough to wake anyone so he decided to just get up.
And that wasn't the only thing that was up.
It was not his sig. The pants were across the room, and he'd emptied the pockets first anyway.
"What are you doing?" He hissed and panic retreated strategically advanced to the bathroom.
He was a man. He had known that last night, but last night he hadn't had to pee so bad. Noel debated the finer points of raising the toilet seat, but decided it would be more respectful to sit. He'd asked her not to soap up. He would do his best to not needlessly handle the merchandise.
Though it really looked different than she thought it might.
He washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and peeked out while feeling guilty for looking. Michael was still asleep. The phrase "cracked out" came to mind. All the same, he snuck past quietly to get to the kitchenette and figure out coffee. It looked like a single use, single cup situation and that was almost impossible to screw up.
So. What was the agenda today? Noel's calendar was pretty clean until Monday, but he had no idea what Michael had in mind. Was she sleeping through something important? Would she have even thought to set an alarm?
He drank his coffee while he poked in his clothes. And her clothes. Nothing was where he would have put it. This place didn't have a single thing that screamed "Noel," but… what screamed Noel in the first place?
He looked at his usual body and felt like he needed to take a shower to prevent a mental breakdown. How was he supposed to keep hold of who he was when he wasn't himself?
Hot water made that a less pressing question.
The next pressing question was where were the dang towels? Didn't Michael complain about that last night?
He peeked out of the bathroom again with a contingency plan in hand, and seeing Michael awake, he supposed he had to use it.
Noel held a wad of dirty clothes in front of him and tried not to look too terribly concerned as he dripped his way to the linens cabinet.
"We're movin' the towels or we're movin' apartments."
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Noel tucked his blankets and made himself an impenetrable fortress of snuggle. Impenetrable until asked to share. He'd been ready to metamorph and evolve into the butterfly of herself tomorrow, but Michael crash landed to a blanket desert. She was such a pure drunk soul that she only assumed he was warming the blankets rather than stealing and hoarding.
He couldn't steal and hoard after that.
"All warmed up. Get on in here." He rolled, rather than giving Michael the cold shoulder, he opened the cocoon and scooted to make sure there was enough. Who was he kidding? He wasn't going to make her go without covers even if he had been feeling petty and exposed.
He got a boop in response.
> ”Someone promised they were an okay big spoon."
"Psh. What happens in Texas stays in Texas." Except it hadn't. And it wasn't. He snuggled up, more suited for the role and still unsure of where to put his hands. Here they were, together in New York. The setting was a bit different, but somehow things were almost just the same.
He swept her cold hair up so it wasn't getting the front of his shirt moist and settled in. "Th' quicker we sleep, the quicker this'll be over." He tried and failed his normal routine. Michael's phone was across the room where he'd emptied his pockets.
That would be Michael's problem tomorrow. She would find her phone then too. Everything would be better tomorrow.
At times he was on the wrecking crew. Tonight, he was it.
This was supposed to be a small operation. Minimal decisions that wouldn't be too difficult for a man like the Ranger. Noel was doing a fair job of being Ranger in her estimation, but this… this made her wildly uncomfortable.
The Ranger had gotten a special invite with regards from SUPER. He dressed nice, concealed his weapons, and was supposed to sit in a chair in a dusky room and bid on a human life. Because this sort of thing was still going on, apparently. And also apparently, should the operation go south, he had permission to salt the earth afterwards.
No one ever promised to let her salt the earth afterwards.
Noel grumped and sank lower in his chair, taking token sips of his drink and being hyper critical of the women paraded by. She didn’t like it. Even just being here made her feel gross. The women looked scared, cowed, debased, embarrassed. He set his tumbler down when a particularly pitiful soul stumbled on stage. Malnourished was not his cup of tea, but he made a bid anyway. It wasn’t gonna get paid. In fact, he was pretty sure just bringing one or two back alive would be enough.
He stood when she left the stage, ready to follow up.
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He was all for brushing his teeth, but once Noel had retreated to the restroom he realized his error. Was his toothbrush the white and blue one? Or the white and blue one with a racing stripe? This was one thing, it seemed, where Michael hadn't been able to find a Texas theme.
And then her body was sorta streaking by. Noel looked up and away because it seemed polite to not look. No. Wait. That was his body. "Hey~! Don' look-" Well, she couldn't not look. And he wasn't about to soap herself. Vomit in the hair was a serious offense. She couldn't just sleep that off. "Ugh. Okay, fine. Jus' don' get too han'sy."
He was not about to chaperone this shower so he grabbed a toothbrush, pasted it up, and went with it. He vigorously brushed, as he usually did, to get every side of every tooth making the AH face, the EEE, and the BLUH so he could scrub down a tongue that didn't actually taste anything extra. A spit and a rinse and he was on to his face washing routine. Her toiletry kit was there and it was a habit only thrown off by the stubble catching more lotion than he was used to.
"Gotta keep you looking young." He slapped his freshly moisturized cheeks with both hands. It'd be easier to tease if they were in their own bodies.
Actually no. He didn't want to start a teasing war because he would lose. He just wanted to get to sleep ASAP. Then he would gladly participate. Noel dodged out of the bathroom and dive bombed the bed much as he had in the cabin, only with more gorans of protest from the bed and floor. Whatever. Come tomorrow, he'd be a her again. He chucked off the shoes with little regard for where they ended up and squiggled out of just about everything else besides what felt sleepwear appropriate. Men didn't have pajamas, right? They just slept in their own filth.
Noel burrowed into the bedcovers like one big sleepy cocoon on the side he'd established was Noel's back at the cabin.
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She was talking about armadillo piss and Noel wasn't sure if she was serious or literal. He missed having that extra sense, that extra leg up in knowing when the bull shit started with Ranger.
She struggled off the bed while Noel emptied his pockets. There were so many things! The pockets were seemingly endless compared to what Noel was used to! Knife, gun, keys, wtf. He teetered between amusement and annoyance, despair and anger.
Ranger assured him she was okay. And he finally decided it would be. This wouldn't last forever. They'd already bonked their way out once. They could do it again. after Ranger paid for his mistakes. And Noel would laugh and laugh and then they'd both laugh and things would fall into some kind of normal. Living together in their own bodies with jobs and purpose and not drunk. Just had to get there first.
"I'll get th' zipper. An' th' hooks." He steadied Ranger and pointed the foul mouth smell away, brushing her hair aside and over a shoulder since he knew how zippers loved to chew through hair.
The zipper went down and Noel's discomfort went up. It was his body! It shouldn't do things to him!
And yet… the curve of her back and the complicated straps that both kept things modest, but only just…
He unhooked the top of the bra and indulged his impulse to run his fingers down to the next part that kept the stays of the bodysuit taut. Once unhooked, there was no easy way of putting that layered undergarment back together. He was glad he'd put on separate underoos. The rest could be stepped out of and he'd at least have that one last dignity.
"My tan lines 're terribly lame." He touched those quickly before fully freeing the Ranger. She apparently never wore anything more scandalous than a tank top. No recent vacations to Cozumel or whatever.
"Ehm. Toothroom. Bathbru-. I'm gonna go do the clean. The cleaning toothbrushing thing."
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Noel was sure that without having just ingested Ranger's Texan way of speaking, whatever she was saying would be totally unintelligible. As it was, he noticed the sloppiness of the drink slur, but everything else was understandable. He knew enough to know it'd sound odd, but odd made sense enough for now.
About as much sense as any superstition made, anyway.
"Are y' proposin' t' me, Noel?" He teased, but it was almost easier to keep things straight she he addressed her body by her own name. "Y' dinnit even catch th' bouquet. I'm not sure that's allowed." She snuggled. Unfair advantage. He shook his head.
Michael rolled around while she explained the new digs and the situation. "My underwear is of no concern t' you. You c'n keep what you have. Tomorrow, we'll be back and then I can worry, but f'r tonight... S'fine. You just got t' be brushin' y'r teeth. Don't you still taste it?" Because he could still smell vomit.
Ah. There. Noel found a drawer that had been dumped full of a few things for her. It was easier to start there. She knew sleeping in a dress would suck, but really it was the bra that would suck most. She dug out a sports bra replacement and roomy tee shirt. Good enough. Those got tossed toward his usual body, the one with all the lady parts.
As for him... "Is there anythin' I should be doin'?" Oral hygiene aside, Noel had no real idea of what was expected here. Did he shower? Or, like... shave? That seemed like a bad idea, so he started by emptying his pockets on the dresser top.
