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.
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She stomped after, kicking her apartment door on the way past, before taking the lead. "Doesn't seem like you should be one to complain about your lot in life. It's not like the city's forcing that mask on you." She muttered, boarding the elevator and taking a spot leaning up against the wall. As far away from him as she possibly could. "You could easily choose to drop the act and go back to being just be a regular old a**hole like the rest of us."
She admired people like him, sure. They had an element of danger around them, and she had seen his work first hand. He didn't seem the type to take the easy way out. But that also didn't entitle him to think he was better than her simply because he ran around in a Halloween costume and put dangerous people down. "People like you don a cape and get a stick up your butt because you have the means to fight crime... but people don't depend on you as much as you think they do. There aren't damsel's in distress out there begging for the Masochist to come save them when sh*t hits the fan. They're waiting for the goddamn police. And yet somehow every jerk with the money to buy himself some armor struts around like he's the cream of the crop."
Folding her arms over her chest, she watched as the level numbers climbed down, and scowled at the doors. "You might as well be a high school jock. Only getting attention because you can bench more than the other guys." Part of her didn't really believe what she was saying... it was mostly thrown at him in anger. Another part of her was screaming at her to shut up, because for f@#ks sake she had seen the guy kill people before. And the alter ego she had made the armor for? He was a goddamn beast. Why the hell wasn't her shut up button working?
The elevator doors opened, and she took a step to exit.
Someone else boarded the spacious elevator, and Megan found herself pinned against wall, with Rafael's lips firmly pressed against hers. It caught her off guard so much, that she could do little more than utter a muffled cry of surprise and simply go along wit it.
It... felt pretty good, anyway.
While the heavier man rode with them,she got to wondering about how long it had been exactly since the last time she had kissed someone. She couldn't pinpoint a time past leaving Oregon. Not since... not since Trent.
It was nice. Like the warmth of a pleasant memory.
Her cheeks flushed red, she virtually melted against him before she could stop herself, and all thoughts of retribution faded quite quickly away. When the heavy man left, and Rafael stepped away, she found herself quiet speechless. Her lips were still warm, and she needed to lean against the wall to keep herself up straight. She was left in no condition to answer his questions.
".... I... uh..." Megan blinked, palms flat against the wall behind her. The elevator dinged a few moments later, signaling that they had reached their destination. She took the given chance and stepped forward, past Rafael, marching awkwardly on toward his apartment. "...c'mon."
The kiss threw her for a loop. She didn't know how to deal with such a thing. She had only ever kissed one person... and that had been many, many years ago. Her mind flew back to Trent, and she stopped before Rafael's door, all the while actively trying to avoid looking at him. "You... should have a key... I'll... explain inside."
>>"So you are her... but you got, what, plastic surgery? Fine, what ever. You say I'm throwing a wrench in your plans? What about you throwing a big goddam wrench in mine? The suit is in shambles, and it hasn't had a fix up in freakin weeks. You wanna talk about wrenches? I got half a mind to beat you up the head with one."
Her eyes narrowed further, and her cheeks flushed red. "You don't f**kin know me, you don't know what i've been through. You don't own me neither. I don't need to fix your goddamn suit." So what if he fancied himself a hero, he was just some douche in a costume to her. He was damn lucky his butt looked so good in that spandex, or she probably wouldn't have even been talking to him. Huffing, she turned her eyes away, brooding silently to herself. So what if her goals and troubles were of a purely selfish nature? He probably only wanted to act the hero because he was lacking elsewhere.
>>"The armor is in my car. It needs a lot of work. I got some other things to talk about, too..."
Pushing her anger aside momentarily, she glanced back to him. The armor was what he was bothering her about, so she figured she'd just grab it and get it fixed as fast as possible, then he'd leave her be. Still frowning,s he growled. "By all means, lead the way then. I can't very well do anything sitting in this damn hallway."
>>"Explain to me... right now... what. The hell. Is going on, here? Cause me? I'm f@$@n mystified."
Megan scowled at him, standing across the hall with her back flat against the wall, one leg hooked over the other, and her arms crossed over her chest. "You being in the dark is good. That's how I like it, mostly coz its really none of your damn business. All you need to know is that I am who you thought I was, and that you being here is seriously throwing a wrench in my plans."
Shifting a little and ignoring her roommates antics, she shoved her hands into her pockets and ordered the few spiders on her person out into the open. If he didn't get it after seeing the little blue eyed spiders marching up the wall behind her, he'd get it when she hawked a wad of silk in his eye. One way or the other, he'd realize. "You're acting like you took a serious beating... where's the armor? Did it survive whatever you put it through?" Raising a dark eyebrow, she stared him down. Waiting for answers.
It wouldn't F@%KING budge! "Roach!? Roach you open this goddamn door right now! Or SO help me, i'll cut off your antennae and beat you with them!" She rattled the door again violently, and pounded her fist on it.
Then, the costumed kook caught up to her. Her gut told her to drop her groceries and run, but the sight of him changed her mind. He looked... winded. Quietly, she eyed him, her grocery bag clutched to her chest. It took her a moment to remember that he hadn't seen her since getting her face change. He thought she was someone else.
She didn't know whether to berate him for being an idiot, or take advantage of the fact that he didn't recognize her. Chewing on her bottom lip, she tried to come to a hurried decision. "....uh..." Though her looks had changed, her voice was very much the same. Furrowing her brow at the masked man, she kicked the blocked apartment door once more and set her bag down by the crack she had gotten it open. "Ya caught me... now go sit the f@%k down." She pointed across the hall, toward a little padded bench. "...What hell happened to you?"
He looked fine from the outside, not a scratch on his costume... but the way he was breathing and pausing to grip the wall pointed to something wrong. Scowling, Megan rolled up her sleeves, blew a few strands of loose fading, blond hair from her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest what she waited.
"...This better be important... I could get in a lot of trouble if someone sees me with you."
>>"Probably a good idea. I'd also advise staying away from ladders. And rooftops."
Full out grinning, from ear to ear even, she got slowly to her feet. "Yea yea.. wise a$%. I learned my lesson. Mainly, run faster and avoid back alleys at all cost. They only ever seemed to come to dead ends when in a pinch.
>>"Alright then. Good luck. And if you're gonna know where I live anyway, feel free to come by and visit Parker.""If you do visit, try not to steal pets. It was interesting meeting you."
With the bundle of clothes tucked under one arm, she stared at him. One eyebrow cocked curiously, her grin temporarily replaced with a slight frown. He had... invited her to come back? How odd. Blinking, she shrugged one shoulder, and replaced the grin on her lips. "...Sure... I guess. Not much of a people person... but big dangerous bugs are right up my alley."
She turned, scoped out the door, and headed for it, before pausing once her hand was on the knob. "Next time... I'll just wait till no ones home and teach Parker there all sorts of horrible spider tricks. Like tackling his owner when the phone rings..." Her tongue peeked out playfully, and she opened the door.
She probably wouldn't come back, she knew that as much as he probably did. But he had invited her... so there would always be another open door to pop in on lurking around in the back of her mind. "Or, I could just jack your TV. Not a pet, I know, but it would sure be a lot easier to carry without all that wiggling. See ya~!"
Slipping out, she shut the door swiftly behind her and started on her way home.
With an arm full of groceries, Megan balanced them on one hip as she pushed the bottom to her floor. She hummed a little tune in stuck in her head, and looked over the things she had bought at the store. Apple, greenery, and white meats for herself. Red meats, a few capped cups of blood from the butchers, and every random item Roach had scribbled down on his list.
...Really, did he need tennis shoes? For dinner?
Rolling her eyes at herself, she heard a shout not far off and caught a glimpse of someone hobbling toward the elevator. Someone... in oddly familiar clothing. A costume, even.
Her eyes widened, and she slammed her palm down on the door close button a few times. It slid shut before he got to her, and the whole thing jittered to a start, before climbing to her floor.
This... was not good. Not good at all. She'd been avoiding those damn texts for a reason, and if he had tracked her down she was in serious trouble. He was one of the things that connected her to her old life, a life she had willingly given up. She hadn't heard a peep from Trent in so long, she figured she had finally lost him.... but if old contacts, especially someone as note-able as him, came sniffing around, she'd get found out for sure.
When the elevator doors slid back open, she full out sprinted toward her apartment door, fumbling to her her keys out and ready.
She barked out directions again, only screwing up a few times, and before she knew it they were at the curb the limo driver had let them out on. His building was within view. She could recall stomping along behind the older version of Rafael, helping him along at one point, and then the excruciating way she had been smuggled inside.
It was... not a nice memory.
"I would suggest leaving any easily spotted weapons with the bike. The last time we had to get in past some bouncer dude." She didn't want to get tackled to the ground, or dragged off into some dark interrogation room because Rafael looked as dangerous as he was.. With a trade mark scowl on her lips, she hopped off the back of his bike and started down the street, her mind plotting out a viable course to take. She had been forced to play a role before, one she didn't necessarily want to play again... but she knew there was a chance she could have too. "It's right down there..." Pointing at the building, as well at the guard stationed outside. "We have to get past him first... so...eh, just play along, I guess..."
Keeping her hands out where they could be seen, she strode on up. She slipped an arm around the younger mans waist, tucking one hand casually into a pocket, and painted a cheeky smile painted on to her lips. She needed to look comfortable, even used to such bodily contact... and unfortunately, she didn't have any alcohol in her system to make it easier this time around. From the outside, it was nearly impossible to tell how nervous she was to an untrained eye. She kept her emotions reigned in, nervous twitches to a minimum. She was betting a lot on the guy being less than attentive to such things, to go and screw it up by chewing on her lip nervously.
Pausing before him, as she had when the older Rafael had brought her, she calmly waited while he looked them over. His eyes stuck on companion and her smile widened slightly. "The gentleman I was here with last is waiting for me... He wanted his little brother here to join in on the fun tonight."
The large man eyed her again, thick arms across over his chest, before returning his gaze to Rafael. She felt her lip twitch, and crossed her own arms. "What, you can't see the family resemblance?"
With a sneer, the guard stepped out of the way. Thanking her lucky stars, she stalked on in, heading toward the counter the clerk was hunkered down behind. It was the same man, she noticed. Unable to control herself, she went ahead and blew him a little exaggerated kiss as she walked past, throwing herself into a full on strut as she headed for the elevators. The doors only took a moment to open when she jabbed the up button, and as soon as she was in, with Rafael beside her, did she drop the act and breathe a sigh of relief.
"...that... was easier than I had been expecting." She remained close again, unwilling to drop her arm from around his waist until they were in his apartment. Gods only knew if there were really cameras in with them, or not.
Grinning, Megan shifted in her seat. No spinal damage earned... just a screwed up expanse of back. "Nothing a little rest won't fix, and maybe a few herb baths." God... that sounded glorious. She bumped that one right up to the top of her new to-do list, for when she got home.
Watching the newly named Nate through lazily half lidded eyes, she folded her shirt and coat neatly in her lap, and tucked it under an arm. Parker joined them in the room, and her eyes traveled back to the giant spider. A stupid grin flew to her face instantly. Carefully climbing out of the chair, she padded over to him, and knelt. Spiders had a lot of places to scratch, and given that this one was bigger than her fingers, she didn't need to fear squishing it. "Hello there Parker... cutie."
Still petting the arachnid, she turned and watched what Nate was doing. The invitation to steak was... tempting. But with her back smarting as it was, she didn't feel like accepting the polite invitation. On top of how friggen odd the day had turned out, she was attempting to deal with his freakishly unique nice-ness. It was both unsettling, and... refreshing?
"...Naw, that's okay. You enjoy it. I should really get going... gotta clean up my battle wounds, ya know?"
Blinking, she raised one dark brow at the cockroaches words. She hadn't the slightest idea of what he was talking about... but felt it best to avoid asking questions. Instead, she shot Gregory the finger, and marched toward the door. She had a task to complete. So she'd save retaliation for later.... Pausing at the door, she swallowed the unfamiliar feeling of guilt, and sucked in a little breath. It was time to put the Chelsey face back on, and be someone else until she fulfilled her promise and went home. Swinging the door open, she felt the night air hit her face and started off down the stairs, throwing a goodbye over her shoulder as she went.
Have her back by ten... god. Silently, she thanked her lucky stars that he at least hadn't launched into a monologue, or tried to eat Rafael. She didn't need a body in her apartment... well, not one she was familiar with, at least.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, she turned and pinned her gaze back on the assassin. She didn't know the first thing about tracking people. Half the time she couldn't even find her own keys in the apartment... but she was going to have to play along with the lie she had started, or else the story would implode on her. Thinking back, she remembered his apartment. He had to have some sort of information locked away in there... it seemed like the most logical place to start.
...of course, she would need to play an entirely different role to get back in there. And from the way he had acted that time, she wasn't sure how both herself and Rafael were going to get past the Clerk. With a frown, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her dress. The only other option she could think of, was heading back over to the warehouses, and trying to track the guy from there. She knew a few places scattered close by, where people gathered to have fun. She doubted the big guy was a dancer... considering the moves he had used the last time she had met him... but she knew for a fact that he at least visited bars. Only problem with that, was she only had a vague description of the kid, and Rafael didn't remember anything at all. Dragging him out there before finding information would poke glaring holes in her story, and she'd come across as the silly little liar she really was.
"We should probably start at your apartment. Bet we'll find a lot of useful information on this mystery guy of yours." Stopping by his ride, she waited for him to climb back on and dragged up where his residence was located in her head. It was fuzzy... as she had been drunk, but she could still remember enough to get them both there.
Her door creaked and swung open, and Megan swung around to face Gregory. She was momentarily startled by the intrusion, until he set about rifling through her underwear drawer. "ARGH! GET OUT! OUTOUTOUT!" Diving across her bed like she was being shot at, she picked up a pair of heels and chucked one out the door at his skittering form. The black shoe bounced out of the hallway, landing halfway into the living room. The sound of her door slamming violently shut shook the apartments walls slightly.
With a huff, her face beet red from anger, the twenty five year old turned back to her clothes. Her boring, dull clothes. She hated hiding... not being able to wear the thing she liked, or do fun things anymore. A scowl settled on her lips as she glanced back at her closet, one heel still angrily gripped in her hand. All because she was afraid of being spotted. As she looked over the many colorful, frilly things in her wardrobe. ....and an idea hatched. She was going out to help a man who she had seen easily take people down before. If anyone, she was sure she'd be safe enough around him to slip back into the old way of things a little, if only for a night, right?! Screw her dull clothing! She was going to wear some color, damnit! and $#%@ the consequences!
A few moments later, after finding a suitable pair of matching shoes that still allowed her to move, she marched back out into the living room. Her cheeks were still fiery red, and when she spotted what Roach had burst into her room for, she growled. "Put my bra back!" She crossed her arms over her chest, blue eyes narrowed, and huffed. "...color doesn't suit you anyway.." She added in a mumble, tapping one silver slipper on the floor. The dress she had chosen left her shoulders bare, leaving the speckled constellations of scars scattered across her arms, shoulders, and back open for the world to see. The bandages wrapped around her middle peeked up over the back of her dress, touching a band-aid covered wound her latest tarantula had left, and the bruise from her recent encounter with a bullet was just barely starting to show in the corner of her chest. Scowling at the big insect man, she tucked her hands into the pockets of her dress, where her on-the-go wallet resided, as well as a handy dandy little palm taser.
She almost felt naked without her boots on, having worn them for so long... and the uncomfortable absence of a knife banging into her ankle left her a little off balance. She'd been Chelsey for so long, that being Megan again felt.... odd.
Cringing at the squeal, Megan held the squirming feline in her hands and strode into the room. "Gregory! Clothe yourself with something other than the toaster, please!" Though it was silly, and made her giggle inwardly, she had told him many times not to use the kitchen utensils as accessories. She had lost many a good plates that way, and was fairly certain that all of the missing silverware was his doing. Still... she couldn't keep a crooked smile from twisting her lips. He had wormed his way into her life, and she couldn't imagine it without him. Turning to her companion, she grinned. "Rafael... this is Gregory. He's my roomie."
She turned back around, just noticing the popcorn bag that had spilled all over the floor, and her smile vanished. "Ah! Did I miss it? Is the show on?" She scrambled over the back of the couch, crunching a few kernels of corn on the way, and stared at the tv as a dull commercial droned on. Guilt overwhelmed her, and she hung her head. She had been with him every time it had been one, and thoroughly enjoyed cracking jokes with her buggy friend. But... she had forgotten tonight. Ken's little plan had driven her off of her path, away from home, and Rafael showing up had knocked all plans completely from her mind. Turning around, she frowned at the big bug, all thoughts of reprimanding him about the toaster tumbling off her to do list. "...Roach... I'm sorry. I won't be able to join you tonight... Some things came up." She'd made a some-what promise to help him out, after all. She couldn't back out of it now. Chewing on her bottom lip, she squirmed out of her seat and hurried around the couch. She said a mental goodbye to Oliver, and held the squirming kitten out to the big bug.
"...Forgive me?" She attempted her cheekiest smile, set the cat on the dining table, and rushed off to her room to change, shouting that she'd be right out as she went. If the cat wasn't enough, she'd have to make it up to him somehow later.
After shutting her door behind her, she set about peeling her wet clothes off, and digging out something else to wear. Eventually, she decided on a pair of loose jeans and a baggy shirt. But.. then she eyed her closet again. It had been so long since she had dressed up at all. Not a single dress had been touched, and all of her heels had been forgotten about. Unless Gregory has decided to try them on, but even she doubted that. He knew he wasn't allowed in her room. Before she decided on what to wear for certain, she set about removing the various bandages strapped across her back, and the puffy wet one taped to her shoulder. They needed changed, because old sea water did not feel good on healing wounds. Digging out her medical supplies, she called out to a few of the lurking spiders in her room, who had snapped back into their semi intelligence as soon she had entered the building. She'd take a few with her, so she wouldn't have to make anymore.
A large brown tarantula crawled out from under her bed, his movements slow and sluggish. He was three weeks old, and the eldest of her current batch of spiders. While she wrapped herself back up, he skittered up onto her bed, informing her of anything relevant that had happened while she had been gone...
“Great Goddess of Teotihuacan…”“Y-You’ve been blessed as well?”
She openly laughed at him. Only... it didn't come out as the harsh, mocking laugh she was used to. It was a soft giggle, one she blamed entirely on not wanting to get stabbed for mocking him while he had a knife in hand. The whole blessed thing was funny, and yet interesting. It appeared that it wasn't just some passing fancy of his either. It seemed he had held onto his beliefs for a long while, taken them to heart and all of that other wishy-washy nonsense. It was... actually kind of admirable. A person who didn't flip flop between things when something more exciting came along.... she could respect that kind of dedication. Even if it was foreign to her.
"If you can call it being blessed, then yeah... I guess I am. Mines not nearly as exciting as yours though." She joked, before he continued on. She recalled how his face had shifted from Lion to man, and the insane monkey arm thing. Yeah... She could spit sticky things and teach spiders to waltz. Not even remotely as impressive.
“I…need to lay low. I have…family. I cannot allow them to come to harm because my contacts would see my current condition as weakness. We need to find out what happened to my memories and retrieve them. Can you help me?”
Her hands paused momentarily while winding her silk around his wound. He had family? ...Was that why he was running around the city taking those jobs of his? He was protecting them? Her pattern picked up again, without a word spoken on her part, until his wound was sufficiently wrapped. She clipped through the silk with her teeth, leaving a good amount of sticky goop on the end, so she could tuck it in and the whole bandage would stay tightly wrapped.
Megan had never felt like such an ass in all her life... well, only one other time had she worn that particular shame. That was different, though. She told herself. ...A lot different. She had a family too... one she loved dearly. She could understand the want to protect them. It really spoke something about his character... and for the first time when she looked at him she saw something other than an a stubborn jerk who was fun to follow around. If he had spent all his years doing terrible things to keep people he loved safe.. then she had greatly misjudged him. She thought of the family she had left behind... one she hadn't even really stayed in contact with when she so easily could... and she called herself an ass again.
After a few quiet moments of studying the ground and berating herself inwardly, she raised her eyes back to him and shrugged one shoulder. "Yeah...I'll help... not sure now much good it will do, but i'll try at least." She took a step back, raising a hand to touch the bruised portion of her shoulder, and let out a little sigh. "Didn't really have anything planned after this other than patching my vest up and going to sleep anyway. ...and who knows, maybe we'll have some fun while hunting for info, right?"
A glance down at her clothing, which was more or less still soaked from her night swim in the ocean, brought a scowl to her face. "I'm not going anywhere like this, though. I'll need to stop by my apartment and change... maybe get you some real bandages for that wound too." Turning, she started back the way she had come, zipping her her coat all the way as she moved. It was freaking cold out, and if she didn't change he'd have to drag a Megan Popsicle around with him on his search. She bypassed heading back to the place he had left her waiting, instead heading out toward the street. He had to have gotten to the docks somehow, and she doubted that he had been forced to sprint from his apartment all the way there.
Sure enough, outside she spotted a bike. His bike, if she remembered correctly. With a grin, she pointed at it. "That's yours... let's go, I'll give you directions on the way." She waited for him to climb on, then hopped on the back. Just like old times... painful, expensive old times. The drive there was quick and painless. Once he had stopped the bike, she crawled off. The kitten was still tucked snugly against her... only, now sh wasn't so sure if she wanted to hand it over to the giant bug. It was kind of cute... for a cat. Maybe she'd name it Oliver, and teach it to hunt roaches in her spare time.
Speaking of Roach... She turned her eyes back to Rafael, a sheepish grin curving her lips. "...Eh... before we go in. Few things I should say." Watch out for his leftovers, and don't open any closet doors came to mind, and she scratched at the back of her head. It was hard to bring company around, while a giant cockroach living with you."... My real names Megan... sorry bout' fibbing, but my roommates probably going to blab it anyway. Also, ignore the mess. He's hard to clean up after... and... he can be a little...uh... spontaneous. So watch yourself." A simple enough explanation. If a little too simple. She continued on up the stairs to her door, and slipped her key into the lock. Stepping inside, she kicked a knife out of the way, ignoring the pile of blades that had built up in the corner, and unzipped her jacket, pulling the kitten out as she threw the coat over the back of the couch.
"...Greg? You here?" Maybe she'd luck out, and he'd be gone.
The first thing she noticed upon waking up was the throbbing pain that had spread over most of her back. She recognized it instantly, being unfortunately quite familiar with it. The second thing she noticed, after cracking an eye open, was the unfamiliar ceiling above her... and then the bed she was in. Glancing around the room, she sat up, pushing the covers off. She easily remembered talking with the spider man, and then falling like an idiot from the roof. Assuming he hadn't just left her in the alley, and she had been taken off somewhere by a passerby, she had to be wherever he lived. She'd never seen a hospital with a bed, or room, like this one, anyway.
The last thing she noticed, and honestly the most surprising, was that she lacked a shirt. She was shirtless... in a strangers bed.... after having been knocked unconscious for god only knew how long. If it hadn't have been for the bandages wrapped around her, she'd have been pretty pissed about waking up to such a situation.
Instead, she groaned, arching her back to test how bad the damage was. From the feel of it, she was going to be suffering for at least a week, and would probably have to hold off on incubating any more children until that week was up. "Perfect..." She grumbled, swinging her legs out of the bed. Megan found her shirt and coat quickly.. but didn't really want to put either back on until all of the blood and spider guts had been washed off. She turned to fashioning herself a handy silk tube top from her own web, and called it good. She wasn't shy about showing waist and shoulder, and honestly, it wasn't even the most skin she had ever shown.
She still had her pants on, after all.
With the clothing debacle taken care of temporarily, she gathered her clothes and set about figuring out where she was. It didn't take her long to wander out to where her spider loving host had seated himself, and after spying his bottle of whiskey, she went ahead and invited herself over. "...Well... that thoroughly sucked. Nice place you've got here." Plopping herself down the nearest available seat, she took care not to put pressure on her back, and crossed her legs, resting herself on one arm casually. She knew what she had to say next... since the guy had been nice enough to take her home and bandage her up... but that didn't stop the words from tasting bitter in her mouth. "...Eh... Thanks, for... helping me. I'm Chelsey."
Blegh. She hated thanking people almost as much as she hated apologizing. Both felt like admitting defeat, and both meant that you cared (even a little) about someone's feelings.