The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Apr 12, 2010 19:06:14 GMT -6
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According to the voice coming from behind the girl, the police were trying to find her and take her back to her father.
This explained a lot to Kaitlyn. Ever since she woke up in the middle of Manhattan yesterday, she had been overwhelmingly afraid of the police, but she never understood why until now. The police wanted to take her back to her father. She didn't want to do that, so she wanted to stay away from the police. That made sense. Policemen were supposed to be the good guys, she thought, and so it was weird that she would be afraid of them.
Would good guys want to take me back to Dad? No. So they're not really good guys. That guy has a kitty!
It was true. The boy who had just told her about the police was also the proud owner of a shoulder-kitten. That is, a kitten who resides on one's shoulder. A shoulder-kitten. The sheer novelty and adorableness of such a thing could not pass by without her commenting on it. "There's a kitty on your shoulder!"
Certainly, one with a shoulder-kitten could not be a bad person. Why, then, was Mr. Pruitt pointing his gun at him? Something was wrong with the world. Kaitlyn didn't want shoulder-kitten-guy to get shot at! But Mr. Pruitt was a good guy. He saved her from fire-head-dude. But shoulder-kitten-dude had a shoulder-kitten, so he must be a good guy too! This was all wrong!
Kaitlyn was holding on to her glass of milk with both hands at the time. Moments later, her cup no longer existed. It had shattered into uncountable pieces, sending droplets of milk and tiny bits of plastic flying in every direction. Scared by the gun and the exploding cup in equal measure, she let out a brief, sharp scream. But she didn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Apr 9, 2010 22:15:07 GMT -6
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Breeze did not know anything about DNA, but from what Raina just said, Breeze learned that people who either look different or have super powers are actually mutants.
The girl glanced at Raina's hair with new perspective. Red hair wasn't very common, so one could say that people with red hair look "different," like Raina, who also had a mutant power because she was a mutant. Did that mean that all people with red hair were actually mutants like Raina?
Am I a mutant?
The two adults' questions seemed to be movinging in the same direction as her own: Did she have special powers? Did anything incredible happen when she got scared? Did she believe that trees talked to her?
Wait. What was that last question again? Something about hearing voices coming from trees? Breeze gave Kai a funny look. Was he a crazy person? Crazy people hear voices that aren't there, and she'd certainly never heard a tree talking before. "I... don't think that I've ever heard a tree talking to me before," she said cautiously. She didn't want to upset the possibly crazy person. Crazy people do crazy things when they get upset.
As for those other two questions, the first thing that came to mind was that dead guy in the apartment. She didn't know who that guy was, but she thought that she had killed him somehow. There was a bang, or some sort of noise like that, and then his head got splattered against the wall. And Breeze felt responsible for it. She shuddered. No, she wouldn't talk about that. It sounded like a "special power," but she didn't want to talk about it. Breeze decided to attack her own question from a different angle:
"And... I don't think that I have super powers..." the girl began, looking to Raina as she did so, "But I have red hair like yours. Does that mean that I'm a mutant?"
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Apr 8, 2010 21:23:28 GMT -6
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Pancakes. With chocolate chips. Exactly what Kaitlyn wanted, and she didn't even have to ask for them! She faced Roland, saying "Thanks, Mr. Pruitt." before digging into her food.
Her eating was briefly interrupted by a bump. One of the other Sanctuary residents fell flat on his butt because Mr. Pruitt poofed the other guy's chair out from under him. This made the girl start giggling. The chair's previous owner must have heard her, though, and an angry glance aimed in her general direction sent her back to quietly eating.
Suddenly, Mr. Pruitt started asking questions. "Kaitlyn. What brought you here to the Sanctuary? Do you have parents that know you are gone? Are you an orphan? ...Tell me what has happened so far here before now. "
Kaitlyn stopped eating and thought for a moment. She didn't want to talk about her father. "Ms. Lori brought me here. And Mars. Ms. Lori and Mars brought me here after I... umm... did some kind of weird exploding thing, like I did just a minute ago. I used that 'gift' that you said I had. And..."
She still didn't want to talk about Dad, nor did she want to even think about him. But Mr. Pruitt wanted to know about it, and she didn't want him to get upset with her...
"And I have a dad. but he doesn't know where I am. And I don't want him to."
Kaitlyn promptly went back to her pancakes. No, she shouldn't have said that. She should have just said that she was an orphan.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Apr 5, 2010 20:56:33 GMT -6
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
The girl let out a small sigh of relief; Raina wasn't upset.
Breeze's first instinct was to get up and help clean her mess, but the two adults seemed to be moving in that direction already, so she kept herself firmly planted in her seat. They would take care of it. Or at least Raina would, with Kai's arms occupied by the puppy.
Then, Raina began to do something that Breeze thought was very strange. She began to sing, and the room got colder. The puppy yipped at this, squirming a little bit in Kai's arms.
“Are you ok, Breeze?”
She nodded. "U-huh. But I just burned my tongue a little... I'm okay." The whole time, she was staring at what Raina was doing. Judging from how the room got colder as Raina sang, Breeze guessed that her singing was what turned the mess into a chocolatey ice-block. At the very least, the singing and freezing were related. Accurate though her guesses may have been, there was still one question at the front of her mind: 'what just happened?'
"It can come in handy being a mutant. It's not all giant park wrecking monsters."
Even more questions arose in the girl's mind at this remark. After taking a tiny sip of her second cup of cocoa, she decided to ask the most pressing ones. "Ms. Raina," she began, "What's a mutant? And what did you just do to all of the... um..." words briefly failing her, she gestured towards the space where her mess had been just moments before.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Apr 4, 2010 21:38:01 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
With the exception of a few grunts and the sounds of people getting to their feet, the dining hall fell utterly silent. All eyes were drawn to the scene at the center of the room.
Fire-head man was not amused. Sitting straight up to flaunt his non-amusement, he scowled at the girl and blew twin streams of fire from his nose. "What was that for?"
Kaitlyn kept her hands at her sides, averting her gaze, frozen in place by terror. "I didn't mean to..." she said softly, "I'm sorry."
The fiery man was holding half of a broken coffee mug by the handle. As he stood up and walked towards the girl, another man blocked his path. "Obviously an accident. Take a step back." Kaitlyn looked up at the two as they spoke, gasping loudly when a gun appeared in the newcomer's hand, and amazed further still when it disappeared. That must be one of those powers that the people here are supposed to have...
The newcomer kneeled down next to her, his fair hair and blue eyes somehow giving him an air of friendliness that sharply contrasted with his earlier behavior. "That's some gift you have there. I'm Roland Pruitt. What's your name?"
"I'm Kaitlyn." Kaitlyn gave him a little smile, deciding right then and there to be as friendly as possible to this man. Some of the people here were kinda scary; it would be nice to have a person like this around.
Her stomach grumbled at her again, withering her smile and causing her to look down at her belly. Food. She still needed food. But she didn't want to be away from Roland for very long. There might be another scary guy like fire-head just around the corner. She looked back up at her savior, unsure of what to do next.
Meanwhile, the hot-headed individual was making his way out of the dining hall. "What's eating you?" a relatively normal-looking man asked. Fire-head held the broken coffee mug at eye-level with this other man, as if the gesture explained everything, then continued on his way. "Ouch," the normal one replied, looking between him and the scene at the center of the room.
The drama appearing to be over, the other Sanctuary residents were now taking the opportunity to start picking up the mess and to resume their conversations.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Apr 2, 2010 15:36:18 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn walked out of her new room, wearing some pajamas that one of the Sanctuary employees had gotten for her yesterday.
She had trouble believing that she wasn't actually dreaming. In the real world, people didn't just go and get things for her. She didn't have comfortable, good-smelling clothes like this. There was no such thing for her as a comfortable bed, or people who seemed to care about her. Pretty soon, she was going to wake up back at home to the sound of Dad's idle threats. Maybe he would start talking about Mom again, and how it was all Kaitlyn's fault that she was dead.
'If she was anything like you,' Kaitlyn wanted to tell him, 'I did the world a big favor.' That would make him so mad...
...Wait. No. I don't think about this kind of stuff when I dream. Was she actually dreaming? She pinched herself. It hurt. Nothing else happened.
The official, time-tested, #1 doctor reccommended dream test never lies. This was real.
Her stomach began to cry out for attention: grumblegrumblefeedmeNOWgrumble. The little girl remembered that she was hungry. That was why she started wandering the halls of the Sanctuary in the first place. Apparently, she could go to the dining hall at any time, then ask for anything she wanted to eat, and people would make it for her. It doesn't get much better than that.
Pancakes. I'm gonna ask for pancakes... with syrup, butter, and everything. Maybe they'll even put chocolate chips in it. This is gonna be great!
Now Kaitlyn was in the dining hall. Here and there, people were already sitting at their own tables and eating. It might have been 9 o'clock. A few of the Sanctuary residents were staring at her, but she didn't notice. The only thing on the smiling little girl's mind as she made her way to the kitchen staff was pancakes.
She was in the middle of the maze of dining tables when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, kid, what are you doing in here?"
She gasped. The person who was talking to her... his head was on fire!
Something that sounded like thunder rang throughout the dining hall. An explosive shockwave shot out of the girl's body, sweeping people, tables, and chairs off their feet. Fire-head got the worst of it; the blast knocked him into the air, and he broke a chair on the way down.
Kaitlyn just stood where she was, stunned. Oh no, not again!
The little girl started to worry; would Ms. Lori still let her stay after this?
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 29, 2010 22:57:22 GMT -6
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
So, this was a mutant school.
It looked like a normal school, for the most part.
Breeze was disappointed. She was hoping to see something exceptional, something that would match the expectations of mystery and danger that came with the word "mutant." Hadn't these people just been talking about how mutants had destroyed central park with a giant monster? Hadn't the news people said that the mutants were blowing things up in... that country whose name started with an 'R?' She wanted to see some exciting mutant stuff!
But now they were arriving at the kitchen, and the girl's disappointment was promptly shoved into its rightful place at an insignificant back corner of her mind. Hot Chocolate. Cookies. Marshmallows. Raina was saying something about how the school had kids her age and it was super great and stuff, and the puppy was making a cute little monster of itself, but Breeze wasn't paying much attention. With her stomach grumbling and all of these sugar-loaded treats surrounding her, little else mattered.
Finally, the time to eat had arrived.
"Help yourselves!"
The girl didn't need to be told twice. As soon as the plate of sweets touched the table, she didn't just start eating them. She inhaled them.
"Fo, wat ‘id ‘ou say ‘our name was?"
Odd. She hadn't told him her name. "Breeze," she said, taking a short break from her sugar-inhaling to answer. "It's a weird name, I know, but I just got it." Taking her cup of hot chocolate in both hands, she took a big gulp -- and quickly learned why it was called "hot."
"Ah! Ow!" she dropped the mug in her surprise, and with a crash, hot chocolate and sharp little pieces of cup covered the floor. With a terrified look, she quickly turned to Raina, afraid of making her host angry.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 27, 2010 22:47:59 GMT -6
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“Hey, kid.”
Breeze opened her eyes to find a strong, uniformed man kneeling in front of her. Jess was gone, nowhere to be found. What's happening? She tried to get her bearings.
“I'm Officer Vasquez. What's your name?”
Officer? Like a police officer? ...Oh no! The police found me! The girl was sure that the policeman was here to take her to jail. She was a murderer, after all. Policemen take murderers to jail. That's how it works. Breeze was sitting upright now, regarding the officer with obvious terror. She didn't want to go to jail.
“Hey, don't worry,” he said, “I'm a police officer. I'm not gonna hurt you.” The girl didn't believe him. She needed to get away. “Where are your parents?” No response. Same terrified look. Vasquez reached out to tap her on the shoulder –
“No!” she shouted. Boom! A shockwave tore through the air, knocking the policeman off of his feet and into the Geroge Washington statue, setting off several car alarms and cracking a few windows.
The officer's right arm absorbed most of the impact from his collision with the statue. Crack. Grunt. He hit the ground with a thud.
The two looked at each other, each person's expression looking just as shocked. Vasquez was cradling his bad arm in the other. Windows became illuminated by interior lights, those inside wanting to find out what all of the excitement outside was for. Breeze stopped staring at the policeman and bolted.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 21, 2010 20:42:21 GMT -6
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"It's a little like a club, but it's not very secret. We invite anybody to come stay with us as long as they have special abilities. Like yours, Kaitlyn."
The girl considered this: she was now in a place where special people, such as herself, were openly invited to live.
After all of the things that her father had done to her, Kaitlyn had fantasized about something like this. She had always imagined that some day, somebody would finally show up and reveal the truth about her. The exact nature of this truth varied wildly from fantasy to fantasy, but it usually ended up giving this somebody a reason to take the girl to a new home. She would live happily ever after in these fantasies, with a new family full of people who were nothing like her father.
These fantasies had always been dismissed by the girl as impossible, unrealistic. Nothing like that would ever happen. Nothing would change. Her life would remain as it was.
Or so she thought. She had just stumbled upon a new home. Kaitlyn was overwhelmed with excitement, to say the very least. Too overwhelmed, in fact, to pay much attention to what was happening just next to her, or what Mars had said to the other people in the garage. The girl might not have even noticed that they weren't alone in the garage, had Mars not started talking to them
Now, Lori was opening the door for her. After the girl successfully exited the massive vehicle, she looked back up at the woman. She needed to confirm that her wishes actually had come true. "Lor..." she started to say, but caught herself. She was talking to an adult, and adults don't like being called by their first name. They always insisted on being called "Mister." or "Misses." or "Miss."
"Miss Lori," the girl corrected herself, "...do you think that I could stay here?" She didn't know much about this "Sanctuary" place, but it had to be better than her current home.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 19, 2010 20:36:35 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn answered Lori's wink with a smile, then shot a triumphant glance at the nameless girl. She had now latched on to the irrational idea that the older girl did not like her, and as a result she was beginning to dislike her back. So, just how did this nameless girl feel about her inadequacy at candy retrieval? Kaitlyn was eager to read it from her face... but it looked like glaring inferiority was the least of the girl's worries. Rather, she seemed to be preoccupied with carsickness.
The little girl considered this for a moment. Well... if she was carsick, then that might be why she didn't want to talk to me. I don't like talking when I'm carsick... maybe she doesn't dislike me after all. I should say something nice.
After some deep, thoughtful contemplation, she decided that it would be best to offer some sage advice: "Carsick? ...You should look at the horizon. You don't get as carsick that way, when you look at the horizon." The girl proceeded to look through the windows in search of a horizon, but this was in vain. There were too many buildings in the way. She was in Manhattan. Aaagh... no... that was stupid advice. I'm a bad advice-giver.
The red man began to honk the truck's horn in an odd pattern, and a large garage door began to open for them. At first, Kaitlyn was confused, but she soon understood: this honking pattern was like a secret knock. Somebody outside honks in that pattern, then somebody inside knows that it's okay to open the door. Were they going into a secret clubhouse or something?
Kaitlyn's eyes lit with excitement. Yes, they must be going into a secret clubhouse. Otherwise, they wouldn't need the secret honk to get there. The inside of this garage confirmed her suspicions that something secretive and wonderful was going on: there were motorcycles and fancy cars all over the place. There was even a tank, and a helicopter. In the middle of a busy city. This was all so... secret. And she wanted in on it, because it was secret. She tried to memorize the secret honk: I think it goes 'honkhonkhonk-honkhonk-honkhonkhonk.'
"have either of you two heard of the sanctuary?"
The Sanctuary. That must be the name of the place. "Sanctuary" was a really big word, and Kaitlyn didn't quite know what it meant, but it sounded cool. "Is it a... secret club or something?" she asked with awe.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 18, 2010 21:59:41 GMT -6
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"...Why don't you both come to my work with me? ..."
The girl considered the offer. She didn't really know who Raina was, only that she might be a mutant, which might have meant that she was evil or mean or something like that. How could she be trusted?
On the other hand... Breeze was cold, and warm drinks were involved. Grumble, her stomach interjected, eager to have its own needs factored into her decision. Where there were warm drinks, there was also food. Besides, she didn't really know anything about mutants.
Kai drove it home: “Yeah, why not? I could be up for some hot chocolate or something. What do you think?”
Her eyes lit up with anticipation. Did he say hot chocolate? Hot chocolate is a warm drink, and it was also delicious. Raina probably had some, and was willing to hand it out. "Sure!" she exclaimed, now standing up and ready to go.
The little girl felt perfectly safe going to an unfamiliar place with these two older strangers; Raina wanted to give her hot chocolate, after all. What could possibly go wrong?
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 15, 2010 1:59:12 GMT -6
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A glance was exchanged between the other two. What were they thinking about? What did her answer mean to them?
"You shouldn't be out by yourself this late or alone... Do you have a place to stay? Are your parents around? "
Breeze turned to look straight ahead, gazing off into the distance. Do I have a home? Do I even have parents? She struggled to remember, but the furthest into her memory that she could go invoved that guy in the apartment building. The guy who I killed... she shuddered, then tried to avoid thinking about this topic by concentrating on answering Raina's questions.
But she couldn't remember the answers to these questions. As much as she hated to say this again, it was the only true answer for her to give: "I... just don't know."
"Uh… Hey, I like your coat.”
Caught off guard by the question, Breeze looked down at her coat: it was still torn, dirty, and frayed in parts, and it was still way too big for her. "Ah... Thanks?"
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 14, 2010 22:56:06 GMT -6
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Normally, when Kaitlyn introduced herself to somebody, the other person responded. Often, they even supplied their own name. Kaitlyn was staring back at her fellow passenger, waiting impatiently for just such a response.
None came. Not even a grunt or a nod.
Kaitlyn slowly moved her gaze elsewhere, now feeling uncomfortable. Who is she? Why isn't she saying anything? She's just staring at me...
In some irrational plane of thought, something crossed her mind: perhaps this other girl, for some inexplicable reason, did not like her. That might explain why she refused to say anything back.
"Hey. Toss me a gummy?"
The girl jumped into action. While her silent companion was slowly retrieving her stingy offering of a single blue gummy, the redhead swiftly snatched up the entire open bag and wordlessly presented it before Lori.
Hers was a superior offering. With the entire bag before her, Lori would be able to choose whatever variety of gummy suited her fancy, not just the blue kind. Heck, she could even grab a handful of gummies, should she so choose. The fate of this entire colony of gummy octopi were now at this woman's disposal.
And who could she thank for this? Kaitlyn McCarthy. Not little miss Silent McNoname, who was now allowing the candy to spill from her lap and all over the floor of the massive vehicle.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 14, 2010 2:18:35 GMT -6
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Breeze looked up at the statue: a guy with a weird hat riding a horse. Why do so many people in statues ride horses all the time? she pondered, Didn't they ever hear about cars? She would have lent this subject more thought, had she not noticed the bench.
And what a magnificent bench it was. To Breeze, it was one of the most wonderful things for miles around: her legs finally had the chance to relax! Such relief! Jess's embrace made her feel that much more comfortable. And warm.
She didn't want to get back up...
The girl yawned as she moved her head onto Jess's shoulder, where she soon let herself fall asleep.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
