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.
Ick. Her palm was suddenly assaulted with a kiss. So, Joesph was also a gentle man? She shook it off as he turned to deal with the pedo biker. She had to give him credit for being quick, and not getting punched by a senior. It would have been disappointing if he had been taken out with one feeble hit...
Once he had taken down the man though, she noticed the others rolling up sleeves and setting drinks down left and right. Most of the bar had gone quiet, all eyes turned their way as people waited to see the impending brawl get under way. Some of them even had snacks at hand, like it was a movie. Megan blinked as Joe daintily handed her his beer, before curling her lip at the drink. She set it aside on a table without batting an eye. She hated beer. Disgusting drink that one was only supposed to revert to when you were low on cash, or- in her case- willing buyers.
She felt her grin slip back into place as the cowboy challenged the crowd, but didn't exactly want to stick around to find out if his bravado matched his strength. "Oh, hey.. look at the time. Let's get going, cowboy." She reached out and snagged his arm, half steering him, half dragging him past people out into the street. The bikers roared and gave chase, getting momentarily caught up at the door as a small group of people were sent flying.
The dark haired spider mistress whistled to her children to either follow, or get left behind. She heard a chirping of yessum!'s and grinned to herself as she hauled ass to her scooter. Once there, she hopped on the little red vehicle and brought the small engine roaring to life. Handing her dented helmet back to Joe, she waited for him to hop on, before putting the pedal to the metal out onto the street. The biker gang clambered out behind them, hopping onto their bikes as well to give pursuit.
"I hope you can hold on tight!" She shouted, peeking back over her shoulder to see how close the bikes were getting. ... Oh boy, they were closing in fast...
Joseph the last cowboy. It had a little bit of a ring to it. "I take it your horse is hitched outside?"
With a smirk, she crossed her arms over her chest and let the men folk maneuver around her. Pedo biker did not like being pressed out of the way, and with one jerk of his chin a few other scraggly old men wandered over to join them. Megan eyed them for a moment, before shrugging off her concern. She wasn't worried, she had a Joe shaped wall in between herself and the grandpa gang.
"Call me Charlotte, Joesph. Pleasure to meet someone so unconcerned with fitting in."
She heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind, Colton's to be exact, but ignored it. Someone more interesting had happened by... "Hey, buddy. We're gonna have a problem if you don't step out of the way." Megan's eyes curved up a little with joy at the prospect of getting to see the cowboy fight... but when another handful of leather clad men stepped forward behind pedo biker... she lost the urge to start something. Five on one was okay... but ten? Lame. Utterly lame.
The door wasn't far from them, and she had her scooter was parked just outside."Don't you guys have something better to do than pick fight and harass women half your age?" Yeah, nice and sensible question to halt any growing tension in its tra- "You know, like change your depends?" Oop. There she went. Peace right out the window... Pedo biker's face screwed up angrily. He slung a rude name at her and wrenched his fist back, intending to send it flying straight into joe's face.
The fight curled back toward her position, and Megan blinked as the hat blinked back into existence, then out of it again. Seriously... a cowboy hat? She had to find out who this guy was... The last time she had seen one of those had been years ago, back in Oregon. ...wait a minute...
A spike of fear flew up her spine, and she coughed into her drink. She knew one person from Oregon, who happened to have a few wide brimmed hats of his own. sonofab*tch. If it was Trent, she needed to get the hell out of the bar, maybe the state even... Slamming her drink down, she gave the old biker the cold shoulder and slid from her stool. She was going to find that damn hat, and it's owner was going to get a face full of web.
...well, unless he was cute. Then she might just yell at him a little, or something. Megan sidestepped a few stragglers from the fight, her eyes searching for and locking onto the hat. She calmed instantly.
It wasn't Trent. Just some cowboy wannabe. Her lips returned to their normal smirk, and she continued on toward him. She didn't even realize that Pedo biker had gotten up and followed along behind her the entire way. "You know," she started, stopping a little ways away from the guy with her hands tucked into her back pockets. "That look went out of style a long time ago."
She heard biker dude clear his throat behind and rolled her eyes again. If the old guy wasn't careful, she was going to have her spiders jump him the second he walked out the door. She leveled her stare back on the hat fellow. "The only cowboy left around here is the Marlboro man."
Pedo biker kept talking... something uninteresting about his bike and apartment and blah blah blah. Megan's icy eyes landed on her friends dark head bouncing around in the crowd as he made his way back toward her from the bathroom. She couldn't help but smirk a little. The boy was a year older than her, but he had kept himself cooped up inside his apartment for the last few years. He had made the unfortunate mistake of happening into her place of work while she was on shift, and had captured her attention in a bad way.
Colton wasn't exactly a people person. He was a mutant, and a night owl... but far from being social. The young man had locked himself away from society after his power has manifested, and he had paid a price for neglecting himself in the process. He was taller than most his age, and lanky by all standards. His clothes draped off of him in awkward angles, and he had to constantly flip his hair from his eyes in order to see where he was going. Not only that, but his skin was afflicted with man dime sized patches of hardened scab. He not only looked like an out of place loner, but he looked like a diseased one.
...but... He was what Megan needed at the moment. Those scabs of his were used both as shields and weapons, and with a stalker on the loose she needed something to put between herself and her crazy ex who just wouldn't learn how to move the f*** on. Raising her hand slightly, she sipped at her newly acquired drink and waved Colton over. He needed to hurry up, taking his sweet time was getting her leered at. "Oh... would you look at that. My boyfriends back..." She shot the older man at her side an exaggerated 'i'm so sorry' pout, and batted her eyelashes. The boyfriend ploy usually worked to shoo them away, back on the hunt for easy prey...
"...Who, him?" The scraggly man laughed harshly and didn't budge from his seat even as Colton sidled shyly up to Megan's side. "He ain't nothin' but a pup. You need a real man darlin.... not some speckled goth kid." Colton reeled back from the insult with a soft well I never!, pointedly ignoring that his choice of dark clothing did tend to get him mistaken for a goth more often than not. Megan sighed, swirling her drink in her glass and eyeballed the two brawlers from before as they passed by again- still in a heated fist fight. "Yes, well... if you happen to see one, send him my way. I'm rather bored of grandpa's and college kids hitting on me." Her remark earned her a bark of a laugh. Pedo biker didn't budge. "I like your attitude... wanna go for a ride on my hog?"
Her lip curled at the offer, and she rolled her eyes. What class! Blue eyes drifted back down and locked on an odd sight.... a cowboy hat. In the middle of a biker bar... in the middle of New York city. She couldn't help but giggle, which didnt help her situation- as the biker dude took it as a sign that things were going well. The brawlers were sent back past were with shoves from the indifferent crowd, and Megan casually stuck out a foot and pushed her gangly friend into the frey. Colton automatically put up a shield of scab to protect himself, which sent both of the battered men flailing in the opposite direction. Punches were thrown, boots met gut and face alike and a number of threats and curses filled the air. Mere moments later, half of the crowd erupted into a full on brawl and Megan smirked from her seat in the corner. Pedo biker was still eyeballing her, but if she had her way that would end soon enough. Now... where had that cowboy hat gone?
"MotherF***er!!" A heavy, hairy knuckled fist sank squarely into the nose of a surprised bystander, as the target of the left hook slipped out of the way at the last second. The new addition to the fight toppled over like a tree, body completely ridged- a complete K.O. if she had ever seen one. The two brawlers who had started it continued on, ignoring the fallen man like he didn't exist.
"That all you got A**hole? Huh?!" The smaller of the two men danced around another thrown punch, his lip bleeding from where the other man had landed a surprise fist in his face at the very start of the fight. The taller, more muscled man growled out a few colorful sentences that he slung together, and chased the other guy further into the club. A pair of bored blue eyes watched on, accompanied by an exaggerated, drawn out sigh.
You would think that being one of the only decent looking females in the bar would garter a good amount of attention from the men folk, but she had forgotten that this place was geared more towards brawling than her type of entertainment. Megan crossed her legs casually, her head propped back in her palm, elbow on the counter supporting her. Well, even if she wasn't being entertained quite as much as she would have liked... she was out of the house and she had snagged herself a free drink.
"Hey, sweet thang... can I buy you a drink?"
...make that two free drinks. The twenty three year old adopted her most alluring fake smile and turned to the tall, gangly looking man who had sidled up next to her. He was wearing dark leathers and a bandanna wrapped tightly around his head. She guessed biker dude. Awesome. "...From you, darling? Of course~" Practically purring, she winked at him. He responded with a grin, gap-toothed grin and turned away to order her a second of what she was already drinking. Her sentry spiderlings outside the bars doors chattered silently about someone new coming in, and she turned her attention this way and that looking for a new face. The soft clink of glass on counter dragged her attention back to the matter at hand, and she turned on her stool to find a nice, shiny new drink.... and a haggard old man still sitting next to her.
Ah, oh well. One could only hope that they vanished when you closed your eyes. "You know, darlin, you look young enough to be someone's daughter."
...Right. Because that wasn't creepy at all. Megan's eyes darted toward the crowd around her, while she smiled at the man. She had a friend hanging around out there somewhere... she just needed to spot him. Adjusting her silky halter top, she wiggled further away from the pedo biker and tapped her fingers on her jean clad legs. "Oh, well aren't you just the sweetest thing. Thank you!" If her voice got any sweeter, everyone in the room would get diabetes.
This... caught Megan's attention. "Oh?... So you are gaining control over them?" The twenty three year old studied the girl before her, pursing her lips like she was looking at a car for sale and not a person. She was jumpy around bugs... yet they were a part of her mutation. She was curious for a moment, having never feared her eight legged children. "...It gets easier with time and practice."
"So, I get Charlotte with her tiny webmasters, and Agnes with the flies and roaches. This should be interesting. C'mon, girls, cheer up. Megan, Agnes needs someone she can learn from. There are not many mutants running around with bugs under their skin..."
He was right about that. The only other mutant she had met who dealt with bugs was one. "Alright troop. Shape up!" Her eyes dropped back down to the spiders on the floor. She straightened her back, folded her hands behind her back and turned her nose up into the air. She was totally not showing off. ...Totally. They were practically wiggling with anticipation. Each slowly turned from the tasty mobile meals before then to face their mother, blue eyes unblinking and a little bit disappointed. "No more scaring mansion goers. Bad to your posts!"
Each spider took a moment to raise its front legs up, as if in disagreement. Which it was. Megan heard a chorus of mumbled grumbles, before the little black spiders turned and skittered off toward the door. Megan smirked while watching them go. Then, she turned back to Gawain and Agnes. Bugs under their skin, huh? "I'm not exactly a teacher type person. Short attention span, lack of patience, yadda yadda... but if I can help out, I'll try." Thrusting one hand forward, she grinned at Agnes. "Nice to officially meet you."
"Thanks. Does your salon have a name? A business card? Some way to track you down for this haircut?"
She grinned, wiggling her chicken-on-a-stick in the air. "Yeah, It's called Curl up N' Dye. I don't have any business cards on me though..." She never had cards on her. Once she was off work, she was off.
"Maybe you should just give me your number."
One dark eyebrow vanished into her bangs, and she blinked at him. He asked for her number? With a short laugh, she shifted her food to one hand and reach back to dig her her back pocket. "Sure, why not? I could always used someone else to party with."
Tinkering with her phone, she raised her eyes back to him and smirked. "What's yours? I'll text you mine after I add you."
Henry reeled back, away, but wasn't fast enough to escape both the invisible monster clawing at his arm and the smaller man- who now had a knife to his jugular. The large man froze instantly, fear singling down his spine as he locked eyes... or tried to, with the smaller man in front of him. He didn't move for a moment, wondering absently while his heart raced why the kid hadn't just stuck the knife in and ended it there and then.
Oh well, his move then! Not knowing what had caused the shower of bleeding lacerations all the way from his fingers to his shoulder, he made to take a step back, raising his non-injured hand to punch the guy square in the face... or maybe pull a cool movie move and snatch the knife from his hands- whichever. But... as he took action that damned, slicing, burning pain was back- 'cept this time, it was friggen everywhere. Up and down his legs, his chest, his back... his goddamn face! Henry froze up again. His jaw clenched, teeth cracking as he restrained a groan of pain. Some three eyed jerk had a knife wedged up against his throat, and when he moved it felt like he was frolicking in salt and shard of glass.
"F**k you, man... I almost got away." He leveled beady little eyes on Martin, angry eyes, and sneered. He was torn between pushing himself through the pain so he could smash the guy in front of him... and not wanting to move for fear of feeling the horrible pain again. Henry's face was getting more and more red as he stood there, a clear sign that his anger was battling for control of his actions. The cop was getting up, he could see it in his peripheral vision... The muscles in his arms tenses, veins flaring angrily against his damaged skin, and he sucked in a breath through his nose like a bull. Screw this kid... Screw the cop, and screw getting put away for the rest of his life! He was going to charge. Henry reared back a roar, raising his arms above his head as he did so. He ignored the damned knife, and the pain, in an effort to crush the three eyed man.
Hell, if he was going down... at least he'd take someone with him.
Meanwhile; for a few confusing moments Megan was airborne, and she had come to the conclusion that when she landed she wouldn't be as lucky as she had while donning her helmet. If the impact didn't send her skidding like she had just been in a motorcycle accident, then she was surely going to break every bone going splat against a wall, or snap her neck once she hit the ground. Not being one to pray, or think of loved ones in her final moments, the dark haired twenty three year old coughed out half a curse word before she impacted the ground. Which was surprisingly soft for pavement, and had arms.
Most unexpected.... She heard a loud, pained OOF in her ear, before both she and her life saving hero collapsed backwards. With a groan, she blinked bleary, mascara blotted eyes up at the sky. She was alive... but dizzy, disoriented... and more than a little angry. She felt someone touch her and jerked a little, realizing that she had been staring in an unblinking manner upwards. Turning her head hurt like hell, and from the look on the other guys face he wasn't exactly feeling peachy either. She recognized him as the cop she had seen earlier. "..Ah... I'm alive... stop prodding at me." Perhaps she was a little more testy towards him than she should have been, but she had just been tossed like a rag doll. Her manners were elsewhere at the moment. Attempting to prop herself up on one elbow caused a shock of pain to crackle down her back... but she ignored it.
The block head who had caused her harm was still standing- though she noticed that the other guy had him stopped in his tracks with a knife to his throat. She glanced down at her shredded pants and the red blotches of scratched and bloodied flesh underneath. Megan had been trying for a little while to act like a normal, less hateful person... but at the sight of her ruined clothing (which had been damn expensive!) she really hoped the smaller guy slipped and put that blade of his right through the brutes neck. If she didn't feel like she had been run over by a truck, she might have even offered to help. She took to rubbing the back of one palm over her smeared makeup, which had decided to dribble nicely down her cheeks, and let herself rest on her elbow while the cop took care of things.
God... She was going to be feeling this for a long ass while.
"Defense attorney? Huh, remind me to call you if I even get in over my head being witchy." Which was... a strong possibility considering the way things had been going lately.
"So, did I interrupt you on a break between studying or something then?" If she had, then it just made her even more curious about him.
Tinkering with some napkins to keep the juicy goodness of her chicken from dripping on her, Megan glanced at him for a moment before smiling. "Me? Why, I keep the fine people of this city looking stylish." Unless, of course, they pissed her off. Then she gave them a crap haircut.
"I'm a stylist. I cut hair. Not really something to compare to his profession, but she felt she had a job of relative importance. Without her to tell people what they needed, New York streets would be over-run with shoddy self cut hair and poorly dyed roots in a matter of weeks.
In a way, she was a hero. A Hairdo hero. "I'll toss you a free haircut if you ever find yourself in need of one... since you brought me lunch and all."
“So…uh, have you been here before? I...just arrived back in November. Place is nice though. Good place for those of us with some of the more…unique abilities.”
Megan smirked, wiggling her bares toes in the air as the girl spoke. She didn't notice the roaches, seeing as her eyes were locked on Agnes... but her children sure did. "I've been here before, a few times actually... but not as a resident." Above her, by the door, a few spiders had congregated. They were all silently watching the two insects skittering about by Agnes' feet. None of them were old enough to know what the other bugs were... none of them had seen Roaches before. Little black mouth parts wiggles in unison, excited for reasons the little spiders did not know. More and more dark bodies scurried into the room from under the door... until there was a nice little pile of still jumping spiders packed against the ceiling. One looked at another, and little spider bodies nodded in agreement.
"Seriously?! Every time I walk into my own room I find another girl here. Maybe I should keep doing it. Ya were callin' for my butt? That's sweet."
Megan smirked at the boy, and winked at him."Maybe next time it'll be you're girlfriend, no?" Because she'd enjoy nothing more than to sit down and ask all sorts of embarrassing questions about her new roommate. "I wonder if she'd spill the beans on any juicy Gawain gossip for me. She didn't notice the chattering of her spiders as they crept slowly down along the ceiling toward the bug girl...
"Sooo. Megan, meet Agnes, a.k.a. the Queen Bee. She spits bugs at people, and punches me on a regular basis. Agnes, meet my new roommate Megan. She's the spider girl I told you about. And just so you know: neither of you is my girlfriend. In case you were wondering."
Megan adopted a hurt, dismayed frown and batted her eyelashes at him. "My loss I guess." She turned her eyes back to Agnes, just as her spiders detached themselves from the ceiling above her. They dropped to the floor, and a little mini war broke out as they attempted to mod the two roaches. Megan blinked, and slapped a hand to her face. "Oh, come on guys... Hey hey! Break it up!" The little mod paused mid battle, fighting amongst themselves as well, and directed many little blue eyes up at her. She rolled her eyes at the equivalent of a puppy dog stare. "No. Stop it, or I'll let the dog eat you all." She received a little confused chorus of 'Dog? What dog?' questions, and groaned.
Wet hair slapped into her eyes, effectively blinding her for a few moments as she struggled to get her bearings again. She was still being clutched to someones side, still being jostled around as the guy ran, and she was still trying to kick and claw her way out of the situation.
Oh... and now she was wet. Her jacket was clinging to her in uncomfortable ways, and she had apparently chosen the wrong day to wear leather pants.
She felt the guy slow down and got a good kick toward his kidneys in, before his arm slipped up a little higher and she found herself dangling by the pits of her arms. Jesus Christ! How big was the damn gorilla?! Henry ignored the woman's flailing in light of the situation he found himself in. He came to a dead stop just inside the alley after spotting the cop emerge from around the corner at the other end. He cursed, and turned to see the other kid running his way. It seemed that there was no way out of the situation without flattening one or the other.
He chose the smaller, gun-less one. His grip on his hostage shifted slightly, until he had a good hold of her around the waist. Turning back toward the cop, Henry lifted the woman back like she weighed nothing... then hurled her through the air as hard as he could at the cop at the other end of the alley. Megan felt her breath forcefully pushed from her lungs, and as she was about flight for the second time that day she reminisced about how at least this time she didn't have a splitting headache. ...Of course, she jinxed herself by thinking that. Just before she left the guys grip, she felt a pain rake over her lower body like someone had dragged broken shards of glass, glued to sandpaper over her skin, then kicked her a few times for good measure.
She decided right then and there, while hurtling at god only knew what speed towards the cop, that she really hated that guy- whoever he was.
Henry paid little attention to his flying human projectile, or anything else for that matter. He even missed the glint of a blade as he turned with a smirk toward the three eyed male and reared his throwing arm back to knock the guy into next month... or the afterlife. Whichever. The guy was closing in, and fast, and as Henry's fist sped towards him... something happened.... Something he didn't expect, and that threw off his plans of a nice quick murder, and a sure escape.
His manly scream of pain danced off the walls of the alley, and Megan grinned deliriously in midair.
“Ugh, No way, that’s…that’s who I assumed YOU were.”
Megan blinked back, and then laughed. The girl thought she was dating Gawainya? After the second chuckle, she realized that she probably shouldn't be laughing. Some teen thought she was dating another teen. That was kind of... a burn. "..Naw, I only date people born of my own generation."
“My name’s Agnes, S-Sorry if I interrupted you two. I…I was just wondering where the extra blankets were kept.”
Megan smirked. Then blinked again, and her smirk vanished. oh. Ooooh. Agnes had assumed the worst, which was what she had been trying to avoid. Her nose wrinkled and she scowled at the very Idea.
"That's... ew. I'm not into him like... that. I'm the new roommate, more of less. You just startled me is all." Definitely startled... Why did no one under twenty know about the friggen sock on the doorknob rule?! Adjusting her position against the wall, she turned from the girl for a moment to march over and pound loudly on the bathroom door. "Hey! Kiddo, you have a guest.. Get your scrawny butt out here!"
With that task done she walked back out into the room, adjusting herself back into a decent looking state and stopped before the girl, Agnes. With a cheerful smirk she held her hand out. "I'm Megan, the soon to be mansion resident." Looking the girl up and down, she liked what she saw. There was a spark of something in her eye- whether that was something respectable, or disappointment at what she had stumbled in on Megan didn't know.
"I'd offer you blankets, but well... I stole the one I have, and I don't know where the others are kept." Pausing, she glanced over at Gawain's bed. "...You're more than welcome to take all of his though. He's a man...boy... he'll survive." She grinned, and waited for Gawain to join them.
The sounds of a shower being turn on reached her ears. She laid there, warm under her blankets, for a few minutes listening to the water run while she thought about things and slowly drifted off toward slumber land.
...until someone came a knocking.
A girls voice spoke up from the other side... Megan cracked an eye open as her curiosity spike. Gawain's girlfriend perhaps? She remained quiet, one eye fixed on the ceiling and waited for the girl to go away. It probably... probably... wouldn't do to have your new roommates girl walk in and see you in his room... while he's showering.
The doorknob jiggled and Megan bolted from her bed with a soft curse, her legs getting tangled in her blankets and wound up flat on her face on the floor. Sonofab*tch... this was not worth the effort. She heard the door start to open and made to bolt toward the bathroom, stopping only once she realized that hiding in the same room with a naked boy was probably not the best way to cover up her presence.
Instead, she got to her feet and tried to pull off leaning carefree against the wall on the other side of the room, with her blankets sprawled across the floor. The girl fully entered, still asking for Gawainya. "...Oh... uh... Hi. He's in the.....shower." Oh, that didn't sound lame at all. With messy hair and clothing dislodged and her arms crossed over her chest she tried to look innocent... and ended up pulling off the exact opposite.
Ah... her saltshaker. Megan sucked in a deep breath, took a good sized bite of her food, and chewed until her anger ebbed away. She watched the bugs face... for what she didn't know, and continued calmly chewing even as he stood and rushed over to the window.
Stupid Roach. He deserved it for eating her things.
"Yup. All my grand master plan." ...or whatever. She was unable to keep the grin from her lips, and took to toying with her food rather than actually eating it when he sat back down.
It didn't look like she'd be having any turkey with her salad tonight. "Was one of the poodles maybe an old lady in disguise?" One could only hope. She hated doing that old bag's hair. "Thanks... I guess. I'll have to make a habit of... this." Mainly, making food for herself and finding an assortment of things to pile onto the table for him to chew on. She wondered offhandedly if he would enjoy eating bag of goldfish... from the pet store. She'd have to see. Maybe, in a way, this would become a game she could play.
See what the giant bug man will eat!
Ah... such fun. "So... what's your plan for the rest of the night?"