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
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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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
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When all was said and done, Zselyke needed to make a note to return to this bar for all future political dealings. This was so much more enjoyable than a Senate hearing.
Through her song and dance, Svetlana was offering a new way to make a difference. She could stay as she was, as a Junior Senator with a somewhat promising future, but she could do more. With Haven, skirting rules and regulations and really embracing the resources they could offer. She would be quite the asset to a mutant rights organization; they had the tools, but she had access into rooms they had no key for. It was tempting.
It was also potential career suicide. If Devon or Sveta got caught doing something shady, they could hide behind their company. Zselyke's rise in the world of politics would come crashing down around her. Hell, even if people could deal with a corrupt politician, would they do the same for a mutant politician? As tempting as the offer was, it sounded like too great a risk.
Sveta jumped down from the table after an impressive performance, returning to Zselyke, who already had her finger up in protest.
"Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in Well, I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen."
Pressing her finger into the center of Svetlana's collarbone to nudge her away, the color in Svetlana's dress dimmed. Passing the shot glass firmly back to Svetlana, leaving some of the amber liquor to spill on the bar, Zselyke stood from her seat, walking away only to turn back in time with the music.
"So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go 'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in."
With a wave of her hand, a tophat of her own formed, along with a fashionable scarf draped across her other arm. She slid the scarf around her neck, posturing to leave for the night.
"Now I admire you, and that whole show you do You're onto something, really it's something But I live among the swells, not secret culture rebels I'll have to leave that up to you..."
Zselyke motioned to leave, but the bartender, Melody, fresh with a rag in hand, swiped away the spilled alcohol and quickly stepped across the Senator as the music crested. She could not help it; she tossed her scarf back and Melody caught it, accepting the illusion as truth.
Systematic sexism was a real bummer, but it was one Zselyke was finding ways to deal with as she ascended the political ladder. No one cared who her male colleagues might involve themselves with until the infidelity headlines came out, but she was going to deal with constant questions of who she was or was not sleeping with and what she was getting from that. Let them whisper; maybe she could get something of value done while they were busy.
Right now, she just wanted to get done with the shot in her hand, quickly following Sveta with her own downed drink. She was not about to be outdone by her drinking buddy here. They had all the time in the world, their night was enjoyable, and…
And there was music. In fact, the atmosphere around them seemed to change. The lighting, the space around them, and despite the changes, Zselyke saw no reason to comment on the change.
Far be it for her to cut into Sveta as she took the lead in this number.
It was fascinating. Sveta sang and Zselyke sat across from her as the music and lyrics carried an understood message. Svetlana had picked up on Zselyke’s secret; she was a mutant. Woven into the lyrics, Zselyke could hear the invitation to join into the deeper, inner workings of Haven. The risky, shadowy, thrilling machinations at the heart of the mutant-minded beast.
Zsely scrunched her nose at the flick, arching a questioning eyebrow at her drinking buddy, but she accepted the offered shot nonetheless. The flick brightened her colors, and Zsely realized somewhere in her head that she could do something useful with that. With a snap, (wholly unnecessary and simply for theatrical effect,) the illusion of a top hat appeared in Sveta’s hand, allowing her to interact with it as she wished.
But it was not yet Zsely’s turn, so she listened to her musical proposal with cautious curiosity.
It was too early to judge a bar by its first impressions, but Zselyke was glad none of the patrons made an immediate approach on two notably attractive women. The Senator was always in the market for a go-to destination, but if a place attracted patrons who had intentions of spending their nights hitting on women, she could pass.
Zsely relaxed, removing her own coat and draping it over her barstool. She noticed Sveta keeping her trademark gloves on. There was definitely more to that, but she was not pushing the question yet.
”’Let’s end the evening on a High Note’ indeed,” she agreed, liking the little code they could share to get out of bad situations and boring parties. ”Though be careful; the rumors will start to swirl that you’re either my Russian handler or my next torrid affair.” Being out had pros and cons, but she did feel a little guilty when almost every woman she was caught alone with ended up in the rumor mill.
Sveta ordered up some shots and a bemused Zselyke arched an eyebrow. ”Getting right to it, then? I must say, I like your style, Svetlana.” The bartender, a young woman with treble clef barrettes in her hair, acknowledged them and looked around for a bottle of amber liquor to prepare their shots.
”You and Haven, honestly. Making big public moves with your smiles and private… influential moves when no one’s looking at your hands.” Zselyke smiled, feeling particularly vibrant. Sveta had that effect on her energy, but even her colors seemed deeper around Sveta. ”Politicians do talk, and I hear some very interesting whispers. I thought I played games well, but sometimes I think I’m playing checkers and you and your associates are playing chess.” Of course, she was just one person, and Sveta was part of an organization; there was so much more they had the resources for and so much they could get away with.
The shots arrived with two clinks against the smooth wood of the bar, and as the Senator reached for her drink, her hand brushed the back of Sveta’s wrist. It was a brief moment, but it came with an unexpected jolt. Zsely did not notice right away, but the barstool, Sveta’s glove, and even the liquor in their glasses all muted noticeably in color. Zsely, meanwhile, shifted closer to over-saturation.
The surprise of the touch led to Zselyke spilling some of her shot, which the bartender was quick to start wiping up. ”Oh, um, sorry. Guess I’m feeling clumsy tonight?” She returned her curious gaze to Sveta, now with all the color components of her hazel eyes noticeable and bright.
It was nice that Sveta assumed Zselyke played clean. She was successful, and that meant she was willing to get her hands dirty. It was a careful game, because DC was a mix of rules that were meant to be broken and rules that would ruin your whole career.
Tonight, she could put the game on pause and enjoy a drink with actual decent company. There might be some shop talk, but at least they were doing it away from the stuffy crowd and with stronger booze. The High Note was discreet without being a trashy dive, which made it perfect for their purposes. "How can I say no to clever wordplay? Lead the way."
The bar was quiet, with a patron or two sitting at the tables along the edge of the room, and a pair playing billiards. Surprisingly, all the seats at the bar were empty. Always one to sit as close to the source of her drinks as possible, she snagged a seat and waved down the female bartender with the welcoming smile. Awaiting her first drink, Zselyke stretched her arms over her head, finaly relaxing. "We should do this more often. This can be our go-to escape plan. Especially when I expect I'll see more of you, considering how much more public Haven has been lately."
Zselyke stifled her laugh, because she had to be careful about opening antagonizing the other party. This was a predominantly Democratic event, but there were a few red names on the list and even if they were not there, everyone talked. The things you say echoed across Washington for weeks.
Money in politics was a contentious issue for Zselyke. She wanted it gone, but that was not the world she lived in. She could fight for the ideal, but she had to live in the real world. ”Borrowed money or not, if I’m gonna put anyone’s money to use, it’s yours. At least I don’t feel like I’ve done something dirty when Haven leaves the money on the nightstand,” she joked. ”You don’t have the most money and I don’t have the most influence, but at least we’re trying together, right?”
The party had time left to it, but Zselyke had crossed all the names off her list she had to touch base with. She did not want the reputation of early exiting party events, but when Sveta made the suggestion, that sounded like she could justify it as attending to a donor. The Senator also noticed a less-than-welcome presence on the approach, making sense of Sveta’s desire to bail.
Gesturing with her hand toward the door, Zselyke smiled. ”Why yes, Miss Sergeyeva, I would love to talk about my upcoming policies. Lead the way!” And in a lower voice, she added, ”Also, you’re buying the first round, at least.”
A presidential run would be a fun one. Did she think America was ready for a female president? Totally. How about a bisexual? That was a harder sell. Immigrant? Good luck selling that to the red states who already saw her as a potential Russian plant. If she somehow overcame all those hurdles, literally rewriting the constitution, she still expected her pro-mutant stances would tank her campaign. Sometimes voting with your heart was a great way to limit your political career. "Okay, but if I don't have a nude Russian blonde attending my inauguration, I'll be sorely disappointed," she joked, winking because it was always fun teasing straight women.
Sveta asked about boredom, which was further from the truth than she might have expected. "Oh, I've never found politics dull. The games themselves are fun, it's just the rules I find tedious." She sipped her wine, considering her words carefully; she might have been a joy to talk to, but Sveta was technically part of the political lobbyist crowd. "Being a loud voice in a Senate room and a quiet voice in the backrooms means something, but it's not where the power is. Your checks have power. Putting pressure on politicians is power."
Laughing at the sad truth of it, she gestured to pairs talking, almost always a politician and a donor. "The money moves and the right promises and threats are made, and policies move and die. You wield more power here than I do, Miss Sergeyeva. Truthfully, sometimes I envy that." She loved being on the stage, and maybe she even thrived on the fame and infamy she earned. Haven was still going to do more as a movement pulling strings in the background than she could do as a single person trying to be more than just a corporate puppet.
Zselyke liked Sveta as a face for Haven because she was not your typical political player. She was learning her way around the landscape, but she was an outsider, and Zsely got along with outsiders. Despite not being out as a mutant, the Junior Senator was vocal as a pro-mutant voice in Washington, earning her some respect and plenty of ire. The two of them looked so distinctive among the rest of the crowd playing the roles they were assigned. There might even be a photo in a paper somewhere. Good. She was fine with it being known that she was a friend of Haven. A casual friend, of course. The kind of friend you said hi to at parties.
"But you pull off the golden-haired starlet so well," Zselyke teased, sure Svetlana was wearing the dress under duress. "Besides, if we matched outfits, one of us would have had to take it off, and then we'd be causing a real fuss."
Looking around at the politicians making small talk, there were a few sideways glances noticing them, as was to be expected. Getting chummy with the mutant influencer with a suspicious aversion to touching? "You know, it's interesting talking to you. Like if a silent movie suddenly started making noise and the whole stuffy crowd gets startled." She grinned, sipping her brandy. It's fun. Like getting a peek into your life as a Havenite. Must be more exciting causing a stir than having to toe the line in Senate hearings all day."
Politics were, in Zselyke's opinion, a performance art. The stage shifted from a senate floor to a televised podium to galas, and the last always called for the most pageantry. It was actually interesting watching as politicians sought to support causes and say the right things without alienating their corporate donors. They had to shake hands with all the right people, and you could measure someone's importance by the attention they garnered.
If this was all a performance, Zselyke was comfortably practiced in her role, knowing the right things to say to the right people. She was not some corporate superpower, so her donation was more symbolic than difference-making. At the end of the day, this jackass had a good chance of making his way into higher offices in the Democratic party, and if she wanted continued support to keep the D next to her name, she had to back him publicly as his Junior Senator. She found him sleazy, because he was a politician, and she was a self-hating politician, but she knew when to play the game.
Of course, her "role" was as a rebellious outsider. She was always going to be an outsider, thanks to her immigrant status, but she fought to keep the focus on her rebellious politics and social stances. Sometimes it was in public ways; lobbying for social programs that would make neolibs blush and conservatives choke.
Today, it was with an outfit that would grab controversial headlines. Everyone knew what the twenties aesthetic her senior intended, and she could have arrived in a flapper dress and made a splash regardless. She would have also been grouped with every woman who played along with the flapper aesthetic. Instead, why not play up a newsie aesthetic?
After walking the party, talking up donors and lobbyists she was keen on maintaining good relationships with, she noticed a familiar face and grinned, approaching one of the leader's of Haven. Of the donors she worked with, Haven was the one she kept close contact with, particularly in light of their big push in pro-mutant policy lobbying. Zselyke also knew if anyone was as tired of the fake, dull gala atmosphere as she was, it was Svetlana. "Well well, fancy seeing you in this little time warp, Ms. Sergeyeva. Don't you just look ready for the golden age of Hollywood?"
Character's full name: Zselyke Lányi Name Pronunciation: [ˈʒɛjkɛ], Zhey-Keh Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Senator Lányi, Dr. Lányi, Zhey, Zee Gender: Female Age: 38 Date of Birth: 4/5/1982 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Budapest, Hungary Nationality: Hungarian-American (Dual Citizen) Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: 75% Hungarian, 25% Western European Odds & Ends
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown with subtle highlights that brighten when her powers are in use Skin Tone: Fair Eye Color: Hazel Height: 5’7” Build: Keeps as fit as she can while maintaining a relatively sedentary day job. Busty with an hourglass figure and layer of muscle beneath a small layer of fat Visible mutation: Deeper, more vibrant colors when breath is stored Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: One tiny rainbow-colored sparrow tattoo hidden on the back of her thigh from a youthful indiscretion Other features: Zselyke uses reading glasses when she’s going over documents with plenty to read
Everyday clothing style: Always aware of her presence in the public eye, Zselyke fashionably when out and about casually, with finer and more formal clothing to suit whatever event is on her agenda. Uniform: As a senator, Zselyke wears suits, button-downs, and business-appropriate dresses. Sleepwear: Negligees, silk nightgowns, nothing Miscellaneous clothing: Her collection of heels, hats, and accessories is substantial.
Character
Personality: Zselyke stands by idealist beliefs with pragmatic processes. She has agendas she wants to forward, but she recognizes that ethics in politics do not necessarily get the job done. She’s willing to make deals, stroke egos, grease palms, and make veiled threats if it benefits her cause or her career. Her opinions are strong and she expresses them eloquently, but she is willing to sacrifice virtue for the sake of virtuous change.
As an extrovert with a college minor in Psychology and a more personal study in the student body, Zselyke is charming and personable, not just to individuals, but to a crowd. She speaks naturally, rarely letting nerves get to her, and her passion and willingness to speak boldly have been called “refreshing” by pundits.
When Zselyke makes decisions, if she seems reckless or brash, she has likely done research or holds cards she is not showing. She did not get to where she was by putting herself in compromising positions carelessly. Hobbies/ Interests: Broadway, Tennis, Boxing, Gardening, MOBA Games Job or part time job and description: United States Democratic Senator of New York Fears/ phobias/ concerns: A filibuster-proof majority, the other party, her own party, the big scandal that will end her career Special talents: High Platinum in Haunted Hallows, Lovely singing voice, Halfway decent shot
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral Good. She puts on a lawful good face, but she is more than willing to bend rules to accomplish what she believes is a good and just resolution.
Mutations
Mutation description: Biochromatic Breath: Zselyke can breath in the colors from things around her, storing them in herself. When she breathes normally, this happens to a minor degree with the objects directly around her going a shade less vibrant over an extended time. When she intentionally activates her power by inhaling deeply, she can drain much of the color of an object she was focused on or borrow enough color from her immediate area to dim the space noticeably.
When holding borrowed biochromatic breath, Zselyke’s own appearance, including thing worn immediately on her person, becomes more vivid, with deeper, richer colors. The more she holds, the more vibrant she becomes, and if she holds too much breath, she can get unnaturally vibrant and potentially hard to look at.
Chromatic Illusions: By expending her biochromatic breath, Zselyke can create visual illusions visible to the naked eye and on cameras. Illusions can either be made to appear like their own objects or draped over an existing object or person. Strengths: Vibrant, full colors are visually appealing, giving Zselyke an appearance that is often said to “glow.” While she gives off no light, it does enhance her appearance and helps her photograph well. Ironically, if she subtly drains some color from a person, she can even leave an opponent looking more drab than usual.
Illusions are incredibly useful for obscuring the obvious when something needs to be hidden, touching up an appearance, or hiding a face. Altering someone’s perception of reality can help you dictate reality. Her illusions are not just tricks on someone’s illusion; they are a visual presence akin to a high-end hologram and solid in appearance. Weaknesses and Limitations: Objects only hold a little biochromatic breath, so she needs to borrow from several for a sizeable illusion. Plants hold more than objects, animals hold more than plants, and people hold the most, though it takes the most effort to draw color from people. To make a person monochromatic, she would have to be breathing them in for minutes.
Colors do return after they are stolen, taking longer for objects than plants, and so on. A human’s color would start returning slowly in minutes. (A hypothetical monochromatic person would need a full two hours to return to normal color.)
It can also be difficult to take in a lot of breath discretely from a single object or area. The sudden shift in colors can be noticeable to onlookers.
Over time, held breath will start to slowly escape, as though it was leaking away, but this is usually balanced by her passive intake of biochromatic breath. She does have to be conscious to draw this special breath in, though, so when she sleeps, she’ll generally lose about half of a “vibrant Zselyke’s” worth of breath.
Illusions are not permanent fixtures and have an expiration time when they are created. When Zselyke breathes an illusion to life, she gives it all the breath it is going to have for its duration. The duration of an illusion depends based on how much is being created and how much breath it was given. Additionally, illusions draped over something pre-existing require the least breath. An illusion to give Zselyke rainbow eyes or change her hairstyle could be kept for hours on a single breath. An illusionary basketball could last half an hour on that same breath. An illusionary car would require multiple breaths to even last ten minutes due to its size.
Chromatic illusions are only visual and do not generate heat, sound, scent, or mass. If someone wants to knowingly interact with an illusion, it will respond appropriately. Zselyke’s date could twirl an illusionary lock of curled hair if they knew it was false, even if they would not feel it. It can also not respond in a physically impossible way, so someone could punch an illusionary car and it would try to replicate the dent in the door, but if they try entering the car, they will pass through the floor that does not have mass to hold them.
Someone unwilling or unknowing would pass through any illusion they interact with. Passing through an illusion does not make it flicker or break; it would simply look as though they were phasing into the object, and if they were looking inside it, they would just see the color it is made up from.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Zselyke’s Strength, Speed, and Reflexes, Stamina, and Flexibility are all standard for a woman of her age who engages in regular exercise. Fighting Style: Zselyke has taken self-defense courses over the years, often even chairing initiatives to fund them and make them more accessible on college campuses. She could fend off your garden-variety mugger, but she also keeps mace (in D.C.) and a handgun (in New York) on hand to be ready if she is ever seriously threatened. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Her fighting style is defensive and reactionary, and she is not going to fire a firearm unless she has to. (Mace, she might be more ready to fire at will.) She might have a chance against a mugger, but someone trained in combat would have no trouble with her.
History Of Your Character Growing up in Budapest, Zselyke was a personable student, making friends and talking her way into and out of trouble well into her adolescence. Peers liked her, teachers liked her, but the latter saw her as a young woman with potential she was not taking advantage of academically. Still, she was popular, she was a competent student, and she climbed student government with a combination of charisma and appealing ideas.
Zselyke’s period of growth and exploration was taking place while she grew up in a conservative household, leading to her risk taking going on behind her parents’ backs. It was during a “study session” with a boyfriend that her powers first manifested. The makeout session was interrupted by her father entering the room. Panicked and pulling away, she was surprised when he seemed nonplussed by what he walked in on. When she looked in the mirror, she saw her cheeks a normal color and her hair not mussed up by the young man’s fingers.
And then the illusion faded and she saw the flushed cheeks she was expecting, as well as a young man whose colors were notably… dimmer. It took time for her to understand her mutation, but when she did, she experimented with it, learning not only to use it to her benefit, but to keep it her little secret.
During her senior year of high school, on a vacation with family, Zselyke met an American girl, her first gay crush, and got immediately smitten. After the vacation, they traded letters and used burgeoning internet messenger technology to carry a long distance relationship. In an impulsive decision and despite her parents’ protests, Zselyke applied for a college in America.
Shortly into her freshman year, Zselyke learned why you did not make major life choices to chase a teenage romance. Her girlfriend cheated on her, and a frustrated undeclared student buried herself in schoolwork, classmates, and current events. Some socially and politically active professors saw her passion and leadership abilities and steered her into Political Science. Current events like wars, gay rights movements, mutant rights debates, and economic crises shaped the political stances of a young woman who would go on to claim her Doctorate in Political Science.
Over the years, Zselyke established herself at first in New York politics on committees, then the New York House of Representatives and New York Senate before being elected to the US House of Representatives and finally, in 2016, claiming a US Senate seat as the Junior Senator for New York. Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Aly Where did you learn about this site?: I blame Jorge. He didn’t tell me about it, I just blame him. Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Rebecca Grey-MorrisStephanie GravesVanessa BerryChrysanthemum Van HartSabine SangEupraxiaEzmeralda Diaz Sample RP: “Are you still listening to that video?”
Zselyke popped an earbud out and looked up at her assistant, who evidently walked into the office as she was listening to the rantings of some popular political ViewTuber. The man was a known hack and sensationalist, but those were the people who gained audiences.
The Senator smirked, pausing the video. ”I’m playing it on one-and-a-quarter speed, but God, does the man talk.”
Her assistant rolled her eyes, dropping Zselyke’s lunch order on the table. “He’s a waste of time.”
”Oh, he is,” she agreed, unwrapping her gyro. ”But I like listening so I can expect talking points from Wolf News and the other side of the aisle. I swear, they’re a bunch of parrots. Grew up in a socialist country, immigrant, no family values.”
“Have you gotten to the part where you’re a Russian Asset yet?”
Zselyke sighed. ”No, but I was waiting for it. Honestly, I’d be glad if they could just hang themselves upon the controversial bisexual angle.” At least that one, she generally only got from the right.
Her chipper assistant shrugged, moving toward the door. “Maybe push that envelope again? Some public dates, or maybe dye your hair pink?”
”Oh, I like that,” she said through laughter, before diving into her gyro as her assistant dismissed herself, reminding Zselyke of her call at one-thirty. As she carefully wiped away tzatziki sauce from the corner of her lip, she looked at her desk mirror, inspecting her hair.
Could she pull off pink hair? She did thrive off her reputation as a progressive, at times unapologetic personality. Letting out a soft breath, the waves of her hair were coated in a temporary pastel pink, only meant to last a few seconds so her assistant did not walk in on her experimentation. Pastel pink might be hard for her to pull off, she decided. A date, then. She would look through her contacts list and bring someone out to the theatre for a night. Maybe even a night on the town to drum up a headline. She would run it by her advisor, weighing how far was too far; sometimes it was good to have people to remind her where the lines were. [/b]