The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
She and whats-his-face were having a blast. Talking about what it was like to kiss a girl and all. She nodded dumbly, a little silly smile on her face, and let her eyes wander back to the table where the game was going on. The kid was cute, yes... but obviously not her type. She spied someone else looking at him, some red head further down the bar, and frowned.
Didn't mean he wasn't hers, though...
Squinting blue eyes temporarily, she nodded again and turned her attention back to him while sipping her drink. That, was the unfortunate time a certain brunette decided to wander on up. Megan hardly paid attention to what was said, up until the swearing and proclaiming it was 'her'. But when her eyes landed on the girl, they widened and she froze with the drink to her lips. She was just as surprised, if not more, than Lydia. It took her a moment to recover, and then she covered everything up with a smirk. "...Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here." Her eyes twinkled, and her smirk widened. "Nice to see that you're dressed, this time." Rather than the wet and drippy state they had both been in upon first meeting.
She arched a dark eyebrow at the girl. "Did you need something?" Her eyes flicked to Thomas, who, she noticed, was ogling Lydia like she actually were wet and drippy. Megan frowned. How like a man.... Perfectly good female sitting next to him, and he was already drooling over someone else. Hmph. Like she was going to get one-upped by a teenager.
The situation was turning into a game, now that her male friends attention had wandered. "Oh, how rude of me. Thomas, this Lydia. We shared a bathtub once, long story that. Oh, and she likes tying people up with boas." Thomas blinked, raising a brow of his own, but didn't move his eyes from Lydia's face. "P-pleasure to meet you, Lydia... " His cheeks flared red, and he coughed, before extending his hand out to her.
Megan's frown intensified... That plan had apparently backfired.
Damnit. Her eyes wandered away, falling upon a familiar face sitting alone and vulnerable at the bar. Her eyes widened for a second time, and she choked on her drink, snorting in an unladylike like manner as the alcohol rushed into her sinuses and burned like a wild fire. "Holy sh*t! Agnes!?" She raised her voice loud enough to cast it over to the girl, and stared. What the hell was she doing here too!? Was she going to run into freaking everyone tonight?
Ah, god... her eye hurt. She hoped the blond woman would think twice before picking a fight with strangers again, muscles or no muscles. Primarily web slinging, spider spitting strangers... Who had great fashion sense, and were totally cool... Yeah.
...Okay, so her ego was a little bit inflated because of winning. Give her a break!
She had barely gotten to the door, fingering the area under her eye that was already bruising, when someone roughly barged into her and went strolling out the door without so much as apologizing. "hey! Not that she would have, if she were in his shoes.... but still! She charged after, brows furrowed and lips pursed, until she was also out on the sidewalk and able to fix her glare on the back of some tall guy. Some dark all over, tall guy. Like the grungy Bad ass in movies. "What's the matter mister? Not a fan of cat fights?" She kind of knew that she should keep her trap shut, but was momentarily so full of herself that she didn't really give a crap who she pissed off. That was why her tone was short and snippy, and why she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for a reply like she deserved one.
Hell, if he just kept walking, she'd follow! In fact, she didn't bother to give him the chance of cold shouldering her at all. Megan clip-clapped down the side walk stiffly, her hands tucked into her pockets, and stuck her nose up into the air as she stomped past the guy. She'd show him... by speed walking faster than him, in a direction that she didn't need to head, for god knows how long, until she proved a point that was only really important to herself.
Yeah!.... wait...
...Huh... Maybe the blondes punch had rattled her brain more than she gave it credit for. She slowed down however, when she caught sight of his face and a few little mental puzzle pieces were forced into place. Wasn't he the one who had given her advice? Yeah. ...She was fairly certain, even if that judgment was only based on patching together where she had seen him in her peripherals, and where she had been standing when he had whispered to her. Totally valid conclusion to make when you were half drunk and had been knocked silly. Her semi angry, cocky attitude deflated in an instant and she let herself drop back and to the side of him- keeping in mind the illusion of personal space.
"Oh hey...You helped me, didn't you? Why're you leaving? That d*ck only kicked me out."
Maybe he was squeamish? Didn't like blood... or man-women she beasts? Whatever the case, she couldn't help but grin. At least tagging along behind some stranger would be more entertaining than walking home by herself. She felt her children squirm in her hair at the prospect of meeting someone new, like little yappy dogs with wagging, thumping tails, and wrinkled her nose. 'Calm down! you're making my scalp itch.'
Another stool connected solidly with her table shield, and her human landing mats scrambled away from the fight. Hmph. Men. No one had any chivalry anymore. "I'd throw my heel at you, but you're not worth having to buy new ones!"" She peeked above the table, and a beer bottle went rocketing past her head. Kristen was running out of things to throw, however, so she simply started to advance. The bartender, who had apparently had enough, decided that it was high time the fight end and his bar go back to normal. "Hey! Knock it off you two, or I'll call the cops!" Kristen growled something at him, flexing muscles that shouldn't have existed on a woman, and turned to get her husband to handle things.
"Shawn, get off the floor and stop acting like a baby!" God, sometimes she wondered why she had ever agreed to marry that man..
Megan glanced up over her table, eyeballing the woman before hefting an empty glass at her head. It connected solidly, creating a nice gash, but seemed to do nothing more than annoy the woman. The spider queen winced. "Jesus christ.. she's more steroid than woman." Keeping that in mind, she began stockpiling as much web as she could make in her mouth. A messy line of thread, and furrowed her brows. Why did she always have to run into these types of people? Why couldn't she get into a fight with a girl scout or something?! With a silent command, she ordered her spiders the ready to go on the defensive and pulled her arm back. She flung two spiders over her table at Kristen, one eye squinted shut and her tongue pressed against her teeth in concentration.
"B*tch, I'm going to break you in hal-"
One flustered spider bounced off her cheek, and another landed snugly on her tongue. Before she could cough, sputter, or spit it out it made a beeline for the back of her throat and went on a biting spree down the back of her throat. It would die, suffocated by saliva and swelling tissue, but it would at least die a hero! The woman choked, one hand automatically going to her neck while the other caught flew to the bar counter to catch herself as she stumbled back. Megan took that as her chance to move, and after withdrawing the length of web from her mouth she threw the sticky end at the woman's feet. It connected to her right foot, sticking like glue, and Megan jerked the thread rope back with all her might. Kristen dropped like Goliath, her throat already closing in on itself as it reacted to her spiders venom. The spider queen crowed in victory, along with a few bar goers who cheered for her, just as the Bartender slammed his rag down and reached for his phone. "That's it! I'm callin' the cops! You-" He pointed one plump finger at Megan, "-I want you out! Now!"
That wiped the smile off her face. She had just won her first fight ever and she was getting kicked out of the bar. Without a free victory drink, even! Pursing her lips, she kicked at the table and flipped the man her smiling no-no finger, before pushing her way past a slight crowd on her way out. The remaining spiders clinging to her skittered back up into her hair, and she left her makeshift rope stuck to the Kristen's foot. She had acted in self defense.... so she wasn't all to worried about being arrested. It didn't stop her from grumbling though. "Fine! But I suggest you call the paramedics first, before both them suffocate to death." She pointed to the two gasping people, then turned her nose daintily up into the air and marched out the front door with a tiny bit of a limp.
Kristen drew herself up like a puffer fish, all anger and muscle, and Megan quickly retreated a few steps. Getting smeared into the floor had not been in her plans for the evening, but somehow it had managed to sneak in. Right in between pleasant intoxication, and passing out on Gawain's bed when she got home. She drew her lips into a tight line, and lobbed the bent tray at the woman's head. So much for fun...
A moment later, she smelled beer laden breath and felt the tickle of someones whisper on her ear. Fake left? What the hell did that mean? Send her heel into the woman's kneecap?... oh, she could do that. With pleasure. Dragging up all of the knowledge she had from boredly flipping past boxing shows on Tv she formed a little plan in her head, and grinned. One hand raked through her hair as Kristen advanced, snatching up an unsuspecting widow from its nap in her dark locks, and she lobbed it at the woman.
Too bad spiders didn't fly straight.
Wiggling eight legs wildly, the spider flew over the blondes shoulder, smacking squarely into Shawn's face. The man screamed and flailed, tipping back off his stool. She heard the soft chanting of bite! bite! bite! bite! bite! echo in her head as the arachnid joyfully sank his fangs into Shawn's nose, cheek, and bottom lip multiple times- before being squished unceremoniously. Ordinarily, she would have laughed at such a thing... but the angry woman didn't seemed phased by her husbands dire perdicament. Not even a little. 'Yep, definitely a man beater.' Dodging to the left from another angry punch, Megan sent her heel rocketing out toward Kristen's right kneecap.
Kristen turned, caught her heel between her legs and grinned at the dark haired woman. Megan winced. Oooh boy. One hand wrapped around her left arm, and another at her hip and Rova was lifted off the floor like a graceful, squirming ballerina. Deja vu hit her briefly, the 'Oh hey, i've done this before' kind, as she was none to gently thrown a good distance away into a table... but not before she latched onto Kristen's lacy tank top with both hands.
RIIIIP! "Sonofa B-!"
The two men occupying said table caught Megan unwillingly, sending playing cards and drinks flying as she toppled the table and sent them all crashing to the ground. She grinned impishly at one man, while pushing herself up. "...my hero~" She snatched a few more spiders from her hair and stood, letting them cling to her arm until she needed them, and smirked at a now shirtless Kristen. "Looks like all that working out left you rather lacking in some areas, didn't it?" A stool flew her way, and she ducked back behind her upturned table for cover. Shawn clawed at the nearest leg to him, completely ignored while there was a cat fight going on. His throat was closing up...
Uh oh. Shawn had been caught. The tell tale prickle of eyes on her told Megan that whoever that voice belong too, was trying burning holes in her back. Glaring. Blue irises shifted ever so slightly toward the corners of red eyeshadow ringed eyes, toward the man who was seated next to her. Closer than a taken man should have been. It looked like her fun was over, and she'd have to move on to some other stimulating moron. She smirked. Well, at least she had gotten free drinks out of it... "Listen, hunny...Kristen.. just calm down! It's not what you think!"
Ugh. relationships. This was why she avoided all such things like the plague. Nothing but what are you doing with that woman? and I swear I didn't know she was a guy!. Eh... wait. No, that last one was just funny, not annoying. She sighed again. "Listen, sweetie..." She spun in her chair to face the woman, a nice little innocent smile on her lips. "...He was just ch-" Kristen's clenched fist connected solidly with her left eyeball.
Megan toppled back out of her chair with an Oof, smacked into the floor and blinked in surprise up at the woman towering above her. The tallest, blonde she had ever seen, who had arms like trunks and calf muscles poking out from under her wispy, flowery skirt that could rival any body builder. She turned wide eyes on Shawn, her eyebrows vanishing under her dark bangs instantly. "Good god man, what the hell kind of women are you into?!"
The woman was a tank! She instantly knew who wore the pants in the relationship, and felt a pang of pity for Shawn the probably-abused-house husband. Kristen bent in, and Megan shot her heel clad leg out before the woman could cave her head in with those massive biceps. The point of her shoe caught her under the chin, knocking her head back. Kristen stumbled. Megan jumped to her feet, and snatched up a metal serving tray from atop the bar. She swung straight for the blondes curly mop of hair.
...it dented upon impact and steroid enhanced Lady bull turned furious eyes on her. "..Oh... Sh*t."
She had to admit, her very first pillow fight felt amazing. Beating the tar outta someone with your fists was way to much work, but with a pillow she found that a certain amount of satisfaction came with each swing.
But it didn't last long. The boy snagged her pillow, she tugged- he tugged, she lost the tug o' war. Megan stepped back, beaming triumphantly as she watched Agnes wail away on him some more. "I'd say you were asking for it, Roomy." Megan set about picking up her blankets, depositing them in a heap on her bed. She'd exact the rest of her revenge later, by going through his socks and organizing them into mismatching pairs. "So... Agnes. Have time to train tonight, or are you heading back to bed? Because if we are being kicked out so someone can sleep, I plan on making the rest of tonight fun."
She turned, and grinned. Waiting for the girls answer. She was really interested in finding this 'Danger room', Gawainya or no Gawinya.
>>“I can change into a more horse-like form, but it does take quite awhile and I'm afraid a demonstration would leave me rather exposed.”
Oh... because that didn't bring up colorful, vivid images. A coy little smile curled her lips and she giggled to herself. Naked horse men running around the city was something she wasn't necessarily opposed to seeing, but meh. People and their blasted modesty. Megan glanced at the spiders tumbling around on his fingers and palms like school children.
"Well, they kind of do things themselves. I did teach them how to dance, though. That's kind of a trick." Capturing her fingers between her lips, she let out a short whistle to get a hold of her spiders attention. The little fuzzy creatures paused, the larges intent on ignoring her in favor of playing with Sebastian's thumb, until a smaller one bumped into him. Once all eyes were on her, she raised a finger delicately. "Gentleman, if you please. Why don't we show Mr. Sebastian here our best shimmy? Ready? Go!"
The arachnids scrambled to get into awkward lines, and held themselves up on their back legs, front legs held elegantly in the air above them. Megan hummed a little tune for them to follow and wagged her finger along to the beat. They did alright, bobbing and shuffling along, until one bumped into the largest and an all out brawl broke out on Sebastian's hand. Megan's finger dropped, and she sighed into her hand. "Ah... they hate being upstaged. Break it up, you two!" The spiders ceased fighting, begrudgingly, and went back to making a big toy out of the unicorns hand. Megan frowned, and tried to think back to what had been said.
Oh, that's right... "But yeah... get out of here! I've only ever seen unicorn men in cliche Japanese cartoons. If I could changed into a horse I'd be galloping around New York twenty-four seven!" She would, too. And maybe... maybe she'd let someone rider her too. Just to get the whole horsey experience.
>>“Maybe they have Daiquiris at the Station. But most certainly they have an Aspirin."
Great. Aspirin. So much better than a stiff drink. She rolled her eyes. "I should only be so lucky." She replied back, matching his dryness as best she could. >>"They will also have a washcloth, which, in turn, might be pink. For your face.”
Her nose wrinkled and her would have flushed if she weren't so damn tired. Yes, she probably looked like hell. Yes, her makeup was ruined. Yes, she felt like crawling over on her stomach just so she could stab the dead guy some more. Oh, wait... he hadn't mentioned that. "Rather have a shower..." She muttered, raising an arm to wipe at her eyes again.
“Just, stay there? Don’t injure yourself anymore by moving. The ambulance will be here to look you over."
Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him, she simply nodded and let her chin rest on her chest. Tch, like she had much of a choice. It was either sit here, or stand and fall flat on her face again when her legs gave out. Or god forbid, when Henry rose from the dead long enough to send her into orbit again. Picking at her neatly shredded pants, she inspected just exactly how far they had been sliced and diced, and where. Oooh. boy. She'd be flashing people bits of rainbow colored boy shorts until changed. She saw a scurry of black bodies come at her from out of the shadows, and pursed her lips in a grumpy frown. Blue eyes looked up at her, as concerned as spiders could get. She wasn't as sympathetic. "Lotta' help you guys were!" The spiders flinched back, before retreating into the shadows. Mother did not wish their company...
She watched as blue lights and sirens came screaming around the corner, just as the officer had said. Three paramedics separated from the growing crowd, heading down the alley. One stopped to look over the three eyed boy, while the others stopped at her side. Two relatively young paramedics. It was the first time in her life she realized, while getting picked at by two concerned (and cute) paramedics, that she was actually happy to see a squad of police officers. "Are you alright?" Turning her head, she batted her eyelashes (or tired to, while wincing at the action of turning said head) at the thirty something cutie kneeling next to her. "...Oh, My neck hurts something fierce, and I feel a little dizzy..." Milk it Megan, milk it for all it's worth.
The guy shot his partner a look, before helping Megan gently to her feet. With the support of both men, she was able to stand. Someone else, an officer, had come to inspect her and Martin. He blinked at the third eye on the guy, before shaking his head and pointing towards where Jorge was standing. "If it's alright, we are going to take you in with us Ma'am... I don't think it's best that you try to drive or walk home like this, okay? Plus, you might be able to help us with information about what happened here."
She shrugged, or tried to... her shoulder kind of hurt, and leaned on one of the paramedics. "Whatever you say, officer."
Licking her lips clean of residue from the shot of melon vodka she had just consumed, she slipped her car under the tab of a can of beer. It didn't hiss, didn't lose pressure, so she grinned triumphantly at the boy sitting next to her. "You're move, darlin." The boy, Thomas, gulped and drew a card. He had an ace. The group of seven sitting around her table cheered. "Waterfall!" and everyone lifted their cups.
Ah, the blue eyed spider queen did so love playing kings cup. Thomas slapped the ace to his forehead, where it was glued to his skin by a sheen of sweat, and everyone at the table drank until he stopped. Megan found herself at the end of the line, sitting on Thomas' right. She nearly downed all of the alcohol in her cup before his card finally fell on, and she could gasp for breath. "Jesus christ, man! Wiggle your damn eyebrows next time!" The others laughed with her, and the next person in line drew her card. "A king?" Megan beamed at the girl, and held up all five of her fingers.
"Alright, now we each hold up five fingers and name off something we haven't done. When you run out of fingers, you have to put your hand down and consume all of your beverage." She cleared her throat, while everyone nodded, and waited for the shy blonde girl who had drawn the card to start. "...uh...uhm, never have I ever... done the walk of shame!" Three fingers went down around the table, and Megan shot Thomas a raised brow, seeing as he was one of them. All five of her fingers remained. The next kid took a shot. "Never have I ever kissed a guy."
A chorus of groans and "cheap shot!"'s circled around the table, but all of the female present put their fingers down. Megan had four left. The next girl followed in her boyfriends footsteps and used "Never have I ever kissed a girl." Which was followed by another round of groans. Megan grumbled and put a finger down... which earned her a raised brow from Thomas. She stuck her tongue out at him. The next question went by without anyone putting down a finger, and so on, until Megan had one left. It was a tight competition, between her and the girl across from her. Blue eyes squinted, and brown eyes squinted right back. Lightning would have sparked across the table if it had been an anime, just to prove the tension between the two. Megan pursed her lips, thought about it, then grinned wickedly.
"Never have I ever been married!" Rage tweaked the girls face and she slammed her hand down. "Ugh! Lame! I knew I should have taken this damn ring off!"
Somewhere, her husband's ears were burning. Megan stayed to watch her sloppily down her drink, before she excused herself back to the bar. Thomas, the cute English lad, tagged along with her. Like a puppy... how adorable. The two plopped themselves down onto bar stools, and he smirked in her direction. "So... you kissed a girl?" Megan grinned at him, tapping her nails on the counter. "Yup. I kissed a girl and I liked it."
It was worth it, just to watch his cheeks heat up.
Megan glanced at Aurum, busy tapping away at his phone with his thumbs, then back outside. The day still felt so young... This classified as lunch, right? She had her kabob, he had his. They had exchanged pleasantries, taken a walk, and he had called her a Witch. A pretty good day, if she didn't say so herself.
Grinning, dug her phone back out and fired a text right back at him, before waving and daintily leaving him in her dust as she exited the restaurant. Witches only had so much time during the day, and she had many more people to make miserable now that she was in a better mood. She went ahead and meandered off in the opposite direction, munching on her kabob. Moments later her text got to him.
Hey. Nice mooching off of ya! Mooch more later, Ta Ta~
"Eh... what would the authorities do? Slap them on the wrist and tell them to go home?" Cops rarely ever seemed to do anything right, and she highly doubted that they would believe some guy who claimed to be a unicorn and was supposed to end the world.
...or maybe she was just bias. "If this guy who gave you the vision is a mutant though, you could probably get MRC involved. I'm told they handle all the mutie affairs. What was it Gawain had called it? Mutant something something crime unit... or something." She needed to pay more attention when that kid was speaking....
Turning her attention away from the spiders, back to the man, Megan nodded her head in greeting. "I'm Charlotte." Charlotte no last name.... Just Charlotte, because she was too damn lazy to invent one. "...A unicorn man who heals people. Huh. Do you like... shift and stuff? Are rainbows involved?"
Okay... maybe she was getting a little carried away with the unicorn thing, but she just couldn't help but wonder.
Nights out in front of Chopstix were never boring. With near constant stream of people flooding in and out there was never a dull moment, and tonight was no different. Tonight there was a bigger crowd mulling around outside the bar, with people lined up against walls waiting to get in, and others slipping past with a stagger in their step. On tap beer was only half price, shots were three free for every three purchased, and ladies night was in full swing in order to celebrate the clubs 10th anniversary. Giggles and bellows of laughter barely made it out of the doors, with the thumping beats of the latest and most popular songs smothering everything within. Smoke tinted the air, being one of the only places around where addicts didn't have to leave the building, giving the place a homey, timeless atmosphere.
Inside the club one would have to wiggle their way through or around a decently sized dance floor, one that was packed with bodies and constantly moving, in order to get to the length of a bar, and the many tables scattered around the back of the club. People of all sorts lined the bar, chatting and joking, and others hung back to rest at tables and in shadows. One Megan Rova listened to the beating music as it pounded at the bathroom door. Blue eyes scrutinized the face she was looking at, plucking at eyelashes plumped with mascara, and smirked at herself in the mirror. Eyes decorated in red shadow, lips painted a deep velvety red. She tucked a few stray strands of black hair behind her ears and made sure her pony tail was still securely bound.
She loved clubs. Love love loved. In fact, if there was anything that she loved more than herself, it was a good club and a good drink. You could lose yourself in the music, become someone else entirely... and packed bars made it rather hard for people to find you. With a content little sigh, Megan tugged the purple tube top she had squeezed herself into back in place, and tucked her cell phone into the pocket of her leather pants. She smiled at her tattoo, still liking how the artist had gotten the web to sit upon her neck perfectly, and turned her back to make sure that all of the scars that speckled her back, shoulders and arms were shown off properly, before she marched out of the bathroom, back into the club. She stood in the doorway for a few moments, watching a crowd that was more or less happily drunk, before she stepped aside to let a parade of girls move past. Then, with her normal carefree smirk plastered on her lips and began to push her way back to the bar, to fond herself another drink.
Person hosting the party: Tony Bianchi- Colorful and flamboyant Parrot mutant who may or may not have ties to the mob. He has three body guards around him at all times, and makes regular appearances around the party to hob-knob with his guests and make sure things are going well.
Three body guards:
-Disco ball Steve; A mutant who looks and acts like...well, a disco ball. Only with sharp edges and tacky clothing. Careful though, in a fight he can lacerate and blind you!
-Light Show; This man looks normal on the outside, if a little cheesy. Slicked back hair, and the attitude of a playboy. He things he's all that. Watch out for him ditching his shirt though! He wields the ability to shoot multi-colored lasers from his nipples! They tend to burn slightly.
-The Lava Lamp; This mutant is exactly what he looks like. A man shaped Lava lamp. He stands around and looks pretty until it comes to a fight. Then he spits melted, burning mucus. Ew.
Floors:
-Bottom floor; Downstairs is reserved for dancing, drinking and a poker tournament. What would a part be without Illegal gambling? There are also a few other events going on, much smaller in comparison.
-Top floor; The upstairs of the building is reserved as the 'Wig room'. Where party goers who have had a little too much fun can go to freak out, pass out, or mutter complete nonsense. This room has light, dancing, a bar, and a lot of crazy people. Watch out for humans on M.
“It’s a pleasure to officially meet you too. Y-You don’t have to trouble yourself, you know, training me or anything. But… Any tips you have might help.”
She laughed, abrupt and short. "Oh, trust me. It's no trouble. If it was, I wouldn't be doing it." She wondered how fundamentally different she was from Agnes, and if any of the things she had used to get her own bugs under control could work for the girl... She didn't get to think on it long, though.
"That's more like it, ladies. Friendly creepy crawlies all around. Not that I've got anythin' against them, but do you think it would be possible to have them line-dancin' somewhere else? i can always open the danger room for ya'll if you wanna train. Them, or each other, or both. Well, not you, Megan, ya have to be signed in first. But then, the Mansion' all yours to bug."
Well.... that was quick. Just barely moved in, and her roommate was already asking her to leave? Megan had just beaten her previous record... by a landslide. Her curiosity was spike by whatever this 'Danger room' was... mainly because it had DANGER in the title. Which was kind of like sitting her in front of a nice, shiny read button and telling her not to press it. ... or like being told not to pull the fire alarm switch. It was going to happen, inevitably. But those were questions for later.
Raising a dark brow at Gawain's comment, she shot him her best dead pan expression while crossing her arms over her chest. Her lips pursed and bent to pick up a pillow that had come off her bed with her blankets. A pillow that she could adequately beat him with. Mercilessly.
With her pillow in hand, which she fluffed menacingly, she grinned at Agnes and took a step toward the gender shifter. "No mercy, Agnes. No mercy."
That was a surprise. She had been imagining some hairy old gypsy with too many piercings and wile pirate makeup. "...So.. basically this place is run by kids. That doesn't sound disastrous at all..." Her frown deepened, and more little blue eyes peeked out from her hair, intently watching their larger brother play on the mans hand.
... They wanted to play too! Megan ignored the tickling sensation of many little legs scurrying down her neck, as a handful of spiders tumbled into her lap and skittered toward the horned one. The paused on her knees and the bench by her feet and stared up at him, little mouth parts twitching with excitement. Megan snorted under her breath at them, but made no move to call them back. The more the merrier, as it was often said. "Why not go back with the wife, and see if they can get anything from her? Maybe she'd see something that would help you out?"
Then again, it could also traumatize said wife. She shrugged, still frowning in a troubled manner. "... So, you're a unicorn... and you heal things?" She was tempted to demand where his pot of gold was, until she remembered that that was Leprechauns. Not unicorns.