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 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.
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Posted by wavelength on Dec 5, 2020 16:29:41 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He didn't need to patch into her wavelength to know when it dawned on her that this situation wasn't typical. His situation wasn't typical. He could hear her thoughts as he looked her way. The tangents, the... silly notions. He allowed himself to recover quickly from the moment of weakness.
"I never lied to you... It's nothing like catfishing." He'd watched a report on the strange social phenomenah a few weeks back.
He cleaned his glasses quickly with his sweater before placing them back on, and pushing them up with his index finger.
"I assure you I am not insane. Surely you have seen the reports of people suddenly becoming younger. I am a victim of such an attack." He was casually speaking in response to her thoughts, and spoke nothing to explain it.
Posted by wavelength on Dec 5, 2020 13:52:56 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Her supportive thoughts were strangely annoying to him as he opted to look at the ground instead She was wrong. He had not broken up with anyone. "Edna passed away three years ago..." He paused and looked up to her, sniffling loudly.
"I was married to her for sixty years..." He closed his eyes... Remembered their wedding. They'd had to marry in secret; it was a different time. Mixed couples were still frowned upon. But she'd looked so beautiful in her mother's dress.
"I wanted to try and forget her... but I know I can't now..." He sniffled one last time, wiped his eyes, and sat up straight, with dignity, looking to the young woman next to him. "Young lady, I will not use you to try and forget my wonderful marriage." He paused, and looked to her.
She was blinking like a strobe light. "I am 97 years old."
Posted by wavelength on Dec 5, 2020 11:30:47 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Over eighty years of life and he really didn't have anything figured out, did he? Here he was, humiliating himself infront of this simple girl with a stream of tears that ran unabetted from his eyes. To make things worse, she was supportive of him in this situation.
Amazing, he couldn't even be mad at her. He couldn't think any way toward her. He could only think of Edna. Their first kiss. Her looking at him with those eyes. He clenched up as she guided him to the couch, and he coughed out a short apology again before taking a deep breath, and staring at the floor.
"This... Ahem... This was... a mistake... I am sorry. I just... I can't do this. I..." He shouldn't tell her everything, should he? Well, why not, actually? She was a stranger. The odds of him seeing her again were infinitesimally small, and he did have some things to get off his chest. "I can't do this. I keep thinking about her..."
He waved away the water, peeling his glasses from his eyes so that he could wipe his face on his sweater.
Posted by wavelength on Dec 4, 2020 19:52:40 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Ah, right. Here they were. It was... a quaint dwelling. Wow, that thought made him feel posh, but. How else could you describe this place? Quaint seemed polite. He kept a straight face as he rode up the herky jerky elevator with her.
"Wow, yeah, it's... nice."
Ghetto? Was that the right word? She dragged him over to the door of he apartment, and... well, it all honestly passed like some sort of strange fever dream. Was it really this easy to just... go sleep with someone? She removed her hoody, put her cats away, and asking him if he wanted a drink.
"Ah, no, no thanks. I don't like to cloud my mind." He nodded awkwardly, and took a look around the apartment itself. It was... honestly, a little barren. His eyes started to focus on a lone valentines day card on the wall when she just walked up and kissed him! Oh.... Oh... Oh dear.
This was a mistake. He froze up from the sudden affection, before awkwardly guiding a shaking hand up to her shoulder to push her away firmly but gently. "oh.... Oh no..." Was... Was he weeping?
Posted by wavelength on Jun 28, 2020 23:41:57 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Goodness. Her facial expression and her thoughts together were rather... direct. He supposed it was fitting to say he sounded like a... grand father. He was old enough to be. She found it cute, though, so... thanks?
She had thoughts about the hand thing. She seemed rather cautious for someone who was trying to hook up with someone. Then again, those were the thoughts of someone who grew up in this more modern age, right? Well, some of them, anyway.
She went on to explain herself further. "That makes sense." He stated plainly. She didn't like fake people, who hid what they truly wanted and tried to play some sort of game in order to get sex. She continued with more explaination. Goodness, she really did know how to say the same thing over and over again.
He weighed her statement for a moment. She was attractive to him. He wouldn't have approached her with this in mind otherwise. Still, she stated it all so simply, as if anyone ever made it that simple.
Well, anyone other than her. "Are we nearly there?" He knew where they were in relation to where she wanted to be. People tended to talk to themselves in their heads about where they were going. Reminders, recognising land marks, estimating times. Those were things people did without much thought. He just listened.
Why did he ask, then? To change her train of thought. He was getting tired of her musings on hooking up with strangers.
Posted by wavelength on Jun 22, 2020 14:37:37 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
The sneeze gave reprieve. A moment to gather his thoughts, and to pull his hand away so that they weren't touching anymore.
"It's not a problem. A perfectly natural biological reaction to an irritant. No need to apologize, Juniper." After all, he'd made her do it. Needless to say, it had gone off without a hitch, buying him enough time to center himself.
He reminded himself that this needed to be done. New life, new mindset. It was time to let go.
She was considerate, at least. Was he so obviously having second thoughts? Perhaps. He couldn't read his own mind, after all. Believe it or not, many people didn't really know what they were truly thinking. At times, the hardest person to see could be yourself.
Musings aside, he needed to progress this. "You are quite forward, but I do not mind it. I imagine it saves a lot of time, after all. You only get so much time."
He understood that well enough, though for many it was a hard lesson to learn. So was being considerate, which... she appeared to be. Was it through a need to be liked, or was she just a considerate person? time would tell
Posted by wavelength on Jun 17, 2020 20:48:27 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
This girl was... decidedly amusing. Her mind was like a bee hopping from flower to perverted flower. Her thoughts were relatively simple and straightforward for the most part. She thought about a boy, and he obvserved the thoughts with a straight face.
Ah, she had a sort of crush, perhaps, but that wasn't stopping her from pursuing him. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she thought about holding hands, and just... chose to do to.
That was when it got a little more real. In his mind he saw Edna, young and beautiful, her wide smile and deep brown eyes searching his soul as he held her hand in his. An old, young heart skipped a beat, but he pressed through the images and started following her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Juniper, I am Simon."
She only lived a few blocks away. This was happening soon. He noticed the thought toying through her mind before she acted on it... She was to use her powers on him. What power? Oh. Interesting. He would allow it. He looked down his his body experimentally as she phased him to lighten him up. Fascinating. Also, requiring a lot of complex thought, though it seemed she took to it as second nature. Ah. The man who studied boats and how to row would never get across the river as fast as the man who took the journey every day. She knows the stream.
He looked back as she asked him if he was inexperienced. To lie? In truth, he had a lifetime of experience. Though... "I have only ever... Been with one person." That was the truth. Edna was his first, and he'd been so sure he would also have been his last. Fate had a funny way.
She had lost count of how many people she'd slept with recently, and she was flighty, interesting. His eyes widened as she leaned in to whisper what was on her mind. He heard the thoughts as she fomulated what she was about to say. Nope. Nope nope nope. Panic time! Okay, so, in order to stop from having THAT whispered in his ear, he quickly concocted a plan.
-You really need to sneeze.-
It was a simple suggestion, but hopefully it would pull her attention away to break that train of thought. He was turning red enough already, even though he'd tried to keep a relative poker face through all of this.
Posted by wavelength on Jun 15, 2020 18:43:10 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
She liked to make him blush. This was... pretty easy, actually. Did all women these days take interest in someone so quickly, or had he just struck gold?
She thought about him saying he was sick, and he waved his hands to dismiss the thought for a second. "I assure you I am completely healthy, now. I wouldn't be out otherwise."
Her thoughts here were... troubling. Natural remedies to fight flu-like symptoms. Were here parents ignoramouses? Really, how foolish could someone get? He was pulled away from such mental ravings when she asked him what else winded him.
"A-activities, you say." Yeah, he could hear her thinking about said activities. He... honestly couldn't say he'd heard of all of those things, but she gave him a pretty strong idea what she had in mind, and he was starting to blush again.
She explained why she was here. He gulped. It was nothing doing, mind you, just his mouth was a tad dry. "And I am... fun looking company."
He didn't need to read her mind to see behind that grin. Wow. "Well... I guess that's settled, then." He stood, his whole face red at this point. "Shall we?"
Posted by wavelength on Jun 15, 2020 15:58:22 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
She was, indeed, engaging in a contest to out improper someone else. There were hints of fondness and mischevious internalized giggles about that he couldn't help but be amused by. She accepted him taking a seat, and moved to the side, sort of just glancing his way.
Her thoughts on his appearance were... standard, he supposed. He wasn't exactly a model by any stretch. He took no offense. "Thank you." He sat. He placed his hands on his legs. He looked around a bit.
What now? Seriously, he hadn't attempted to woo a stranger for... 60 plus years. Did he really think he was going to just walk into the city and walk out with a woman on his arm? No, this was all silly. He heard a text chime, and looked over to her.
Goodness gracious. Really? With a wrist watch? He tried not to look unsettled. "Oh, it's no bother, I assure you." She... thought he was cute. It was a strange, random thought. What was that about hickeys? He turned a little red at that, and looked down again. "I was... recently unwell. I have recovered, and thus, am a little winded from walking around." He spoke in an interesting cadence that seemed oddly patient, like he wasn't in a hurry to get any message out.
Almost... world weary, which was odd for a man who couldn't be over 25. He watched her as she came to the conclusion that she might be... on the hunt? Apparenlty, one might be able to walk into the city and walk out with a woman on his arm after all. Newly emboldened, he went on the counter attack.
"What brings you to this particular bench, if I may ask?" Yes, a reply in kind to her inquisition, excellent form.
Posted by wavelength on Jun 15, 2020 2:19:46 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He was 15 seconds into the extra 30, and things were looking bleak. Well, this had been an excellent forray into practicing futility, best to cut it off early and save himself some embarassment. Hey! Maybe he could DL one of those newfangled dating apps all the kids talked about? Swipe right on some dames and see where it went.
Yeah, that was probably for the- what was that about eggplants? His eyes traced their way back to a woman sitting on a bench with a coffee between her legs. What a strange thought, why eggplants? Wait. Wait there was more. Other thoughts were present. He flushed a bit. Wow.
Oh- Oh wow. Woah. Was that a- people could bend that way? Her thoughts were... troubling, almost. Surely he couldn't- Fool! Soft old fool! This is exactly who you should be talking to! Don't back away now!
The artifact of a man sighed, and steadied himself, pushing his glasses up. His Id was right. He needed to take action, and initiate, lest he go back to living a life full of regrets. He straightened his sweater vest once more, and took a deep breath, striding over with all of his confidence in tow, and stopping before the young woman as she thought a particularly... forward thought.
Gross.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked, shaking off the image in her head and putting on a soft smile. It seemed she was playing some form of one-upmanship with someone, only the content was raunchy. Still, she seemed to have a fairly open approach to such things, from what he could tell.
"I hope you don't mind if I rest for a bit." There, a simple reason for him to be near her should suffice for now. There weren't a lot of benches around, after all.
Posted by wavelength on Jun 15, 2020 1:23:12 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He estimated himself to be in his early 20's, these days. It really was a strange sort of miracle, sitting here in this station wagon, in the prime of his youth, having just been on his death bed three days ago. If he didn't know any better he might guess himself to be in a sort of state of shock over it all. Was there such thing as joyous shock? Perhaps it was more fitting to say that reality hadn't quite sunk in yet.
Either way, here he was, trying to find out what to do with himself. Today, he'd made the hard decision to leave his old life behind. He was one of the rare victims of this rewind of a sort that recalled his old life with relative clarity. He'd lived a long life, and had nearly died a sad, dejected mess. Here, he had a chance to do it all again in another time. Best to make the best, right?
So, he was out looking for women to court. Why not? He could read minds! His abilities had first manifested in his fifties when he was well past his prime, and 25 years into a marriage. Now, he was single, and prime age to go trollin! He just... had to find someone. Someone... easy to approach. Someone open to new experiences with relative strangers. Jesus, he was really doing this. Was he even open to new experiences with relative strangers? No! No second guessing yourself! You're a young man, with a chance to life life to it's fullest! Go out and conquer, Simon!
He took a deep breath, and nodded to himself, looking at his young face in the sun blocker mirror for a second before stepping out of the car, and slamming the door shut. A quick straightening out of his sweater vest later, he was leaning against his car on a New York City street, just... sort of... chillin. How did one approach women these days?
Why was he doing this? Once again, foul voice of self doubt! To the pit with thee!
The young old man looked up to start scanning the people walking the street... It was mostly a collection of inane thoughts. Nothing interesting. Did she remember to pay her parking meter, did he leave his oven on, was the presentation at work good enough? Mindless fools going about their boring lives... Maybe it was best to give up for now... He'd been standing here a whole 30 seconds with nothing to show for it other than an extreme sense of embarrassment that he was even trying to do this...
Hair color and style: Brown and often well kept and neatly short, but not so much so that it looks militaristic.
Skin Tone: Toward the more pale side.
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'11
Build: Bookish. He is not in terrible shape, but he is certainly not in fighting shape.
Visible mutation: None.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None.
Other features: He wears glasses.
Everyday clothing style: He dresses like a 70's college professor, often in a brown suit, or a sweater vest. Think the type of accoutrements that would make a librarian look exciting.
Uniform: Black on black with a mask that only reveals his eyes, which are covered by stylized color contacts in a spiral formation.
Sleepwear: An undershirt and pyjama pants.
Miscellaneous clothing: Glasses, glasses, glasses. He is somewhat of a collector; the only part of his wardrobe that ever stands out is his choice of glasses.
Character
Personality: Simon values knowledge and intelligence above most other things. He isn't shy about using his ability to form opinions about people quickly and dismiss or engage with them based on this. He loves a good conversation, and adores mental competition.
In most cases, Simon views others as less than himself. Because of this, earning his acknowledgement as a peer is very difficult to earn. At times he can be difficult to navigate if you are trying to work with him as an equal.
He has no qualms lying his way through a conversation to get what he wants out of it. Most of the time he comes off as pleasant enough, even moderately funny in a dry way. Sarcasm bordering on imperceptible is his bread and butter when it comes to finding enjoyment in conversation with most people.
Given that he feels superior to others, he is not at all above toying with people for amusement.
Hobbies/ Interests: Reading. Using his powers on people. Winning. String instruments. Philosophy. Argument.
Job or part time job and description: None currently.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Brain injury. Living life a second time and failing to do anything of any real consequence, just like last time.
Special talents: He can argue in circles. Looking and carrying himself in a particularly unnasuming manner.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, leaning toward bad. He is important. What he wants is important. He will do good, or bad things in order to get what he wants. He will not do good for the sake of doing good, and he will not do bad for the sake of doing bad. He does not mind people getting hurt while he gets what he wants, and thus he edges toward bad.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Simon, or the appropriately named wavelength is a telepathic mutant with the ability to patch into the wavelength of people's thoughts. At a basic level, this allows him to listen to their surface thoughts. Digging deeper, he is able to extend this to manipulating said thoughts.
His power can currently be used in the following ways:
Surface Thought Reading: Looking at a person, he is able to immediately pick up what they are actively thinking. This can be heard as one often hears their own inner dialogue. He uses this to gather information, and to anticipate the actions of others.
Thought Implantation: Once he is within 10 feet of someone he is able to work in quick little suggestions onto their surface thoughts. This can be as innocent as 'scratch your nose' to as unfortunate as 'speak your ATM pin.' These implantations are not foolproof. If someone has the presence of mind to stop themselves after having the thought they will likely not follow through with it. Because of this, he often saves this for when people are not paying attention, or are particularly weak minded individuals. The added plus of this is the ability to speak into people's minds, allowing for private conversations at relatively close range.
Wavelength Scream: If he is able to make physical contact with a person, be it through clothing or armor, he is able to scream into their mind at a deafening volume. Needless to say, when someone is screaming directly into your mind, you aren't having a good time. The symptoms of such an attack can include disorientation, momentary hallucination(he does not choose what you see, your mind is just temporarily unable to make perfect sense of the information coming to it), mental distress, perceived physical pain, headaches, nosebleeds, and temporary incapacitation.
Strengths: Telepathy has its obvious advantages. It gives him information that would otherwise be impossible to attain. It gives him offensive abilities his otherwise very much not combat ready experience and workout routines would not afford.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
He is only able to focus his abilities on one person at a time, be it through touch or visuals. He is unable to use his powers to see the thoughts of someone he is looking at a recording of; it has to be in real time.
Those with psychic mutations work on their own wavelengths. He had a difficult time finding their frequencies. This means that he will have to spend time trying to search for their thoughts, and his abilities may take a while to work on the same level against them. This includes people who had psychic links with living animals/people.
When he uses his wavelength scream he is slightly disoriented for a moment, though not as badly as the person he has attacked.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Not spectacular. He runs a slower than average mile, is slightly asthmatic(activity induced), and isn't particularly strong physically.
Fighting Style: "Must we really debase ourselves with such barbaric pursuits? I know, let's shake hands and settle this like civilized people."
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: Use your ability, out think them using their own thoughts, run. Cons: Otherwise, get your face pounded in because you never learned how to box.
History Of Your Character
Born to intellectual parents in the early 40's he grew up during the civil rights movement, witnessed segregation, took part in college protests while finishing his philosophical degree and helped raised a new generation of critical thinkers as a college professor, dean of students, and eventual president of Highland Vale college, a relatively well renowned college in upstate New York, and held the position until his health started to fail him.
As he entered the twilight of his life in hospice care, he fell into a deep depression; he had spent his whole life trying to be a good person, a compassionate person... and looking back, he honestly couldn't say he had anything to show for it. Family that used him and never visited, ungrateful students who went on to do nothing with their lives, or worse, were part of the leadership in society that was failing the world today.
He had failed as a human being, and now he was going to die.
That was... until a crazy person with a needle barged in and stuck him with a needle. Moments later, he reawoke as a young man, though with those memories of self reflection still keen in his mind. He was given a chance to do it all again. This time, he wouldn't have any regrets.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Puck!
Where did you learn about this site?: Long ago, I was summoned by googlmancy.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Saph, Doc, L, Tash, Ash, Xavier!
Sample RP:
It was strange, looking at his hands and not seeing frail, arthritic claws marked my liver spots. Instead, he looked down at the perfectly trimmed nails attached to straight fingers and soft, yet supple skin. He could look at his own hands for hours, these days. A text from his new phone pulled his attention away from his admiration. They were in place. Good.
Youthful hands raised a pair of boniculars to contact covered eyes, spying an older gentleman as he walked up to an ATM. <oh, damnit, what was that pin again... 1-4... 1-4-6, no 1-4-5-6, there! Now... 20 ought to do... two, zero, zero, zero? No, too many zeroes, damni-> He smacked his lips as he lost interest in the mental ramblings of the old fool. In a relaxed manner, he leaned back in the seat of his old station wagon and picked up his phone, texting four numbers in response to the latest summon. Setting down the binoculars with his other hand, he opened up a small lunch bag to reveal a mayo and cheese sandwitch he'd made. Slowly he unwrapped it and took a bite as a black car pulled up to the old gentlemen walking away from the ATM. Two young men with ski-masks jumped out and started thrashing him, pulling his wallet away and heading to the ATM.
With a stretch of his once again youthful arms, he set his sandwich aside, and started the car. It protested for a moment, and then came to life. His eyes lingered on the man on the street, shaking his head at the pain he felt. Did he feel a pang of guilt? Sure, but did it matter? No. He needed the funds from cleaning this man's account out to make up for his faltering retirement fund. Money didn't grow on trees, so this little plan was a sad necessity in order to get his new life on track. He sent another text, this time the address of the next bank.
They had a lot of work to do today, after all. He needed to buy a new car... perhaps a nice new suit, he'd grown fat in his old age, so his current vestments were ill fitting.
After a good day's work it was time to collect. As he pulled into the pre-arranged meeting place, and tossed the burner phone he'd been using to the side of the alley. A quick glance told him that his hired goons were, predictably, planning to double-cross him. He let out a long sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Now, he was going to have to deal with this on top of his already busy day.
As he walked on up to the meeting place, an almost imperceptible smile crept onto his face. These men were morons. He'd chosen them because they were morons. Idiots were easy to work with when it came to his ability, and they so rarely caught on to what was actually happening when he plied his talents.
Imagine the surprise when one of them pulled a gun on him only to shoot their friend instead. A quick step forward allowed him to scream into the mind of the shooter. Moments later he was shutting the door to his old station wagon, tucking the little black bag of money beneath the car seat as he back out of the alley, and drove off. He glanced in his rear-view as a couple of police cars pulled into the old lot way behind him. gunshots often did summon the police. Still, all they would find be the unfortunate results of a gunfight between two individuals. As he counted the money he'd earned in his head, he flicked his turn signal, and grabbed his cheese sandwich, taking bite, and turning to head toward home.
