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.
Pulling back the covers, she gave him a blank stare and raised an eyebrow. "...really?... the police?... yeah, I'll just call up the coppers and tell them I have boy problems, oh, and while I'm at it maybe I should tell them that I live witha giant murderous cockroach, that I tried to steal from a museum once, and that I once mugged a girl scout and paraded around in her uniform for a day!" She huffed, and ducked back down under the covers.
...Now that she thought about it, all of those things that she had done had been rather silly, and hadn't really turned out in her favor- save Roach, at least he kept her entertained. Still, maybe she'd have to work on her impulses. "...Trust me, kid, I've tried going to the law before, it didn't pan out like you'd think." Well, technically she'd gone to the law before... like, years and years ago... and it had been in her home town- which kind of had a bias against her...
but that still counted, right?.... right?
With another huff, she resurfaced from her blanket ocean and stared calmly at the ceiling, probably the most calm she had ever been. "Love is a completely useless emotion, you know. It serves no point 'cept to boost your ego, and eventually crush you." With a forlorn moan, she thrust an arm up over her and draped it dramatically over her forehead. "Run while you can Gawain! Run while you are ring and child free! Save your Sooooul~!"
The bathroom mirror was not her friend... not in the slightest. Now that her headache was...eh, manageable, she took to scrubbing at her face again until all traces of purple were gone from her nose and forehead... unfortunately that also meant that what little makeup had been left was gone. "Oh god... it's like looking death in the face..." She felt naked. And was, technically, but her parachute of a shirt solved that problem. Stuffing her wet, dirty clothes under the sink, she took another look at herself in the mirror, and frowned slightly. Hangovers always left her with dark circles under her eyes... not the most attractive thing to have where you were stranded somewhere with strangers and no makeup...
She heard a slight commotion from outside her bathroom door, and paused to reflect back on who the other person in the room had been. Some guy who had obviously had too much fun with boa's and shoelaces... but, now that she thought about it something about him has seemed familiar. She just... couldn't put her finger on it. Was it the pantless part?... no, no. She had seen many pantless men. The hair?... no, she hadn't really paid much attention to that. Hmm...
"Holysh*t-" ~ "Whoohoo!" Someone passed her a martini glass with something pink and fruity in it. Megan was not a girl to decline a free drink- she did sniff it first though, to make sure it wasn't some crappy pink pineapple concoction... Ick, how she hated that spiny yellow monstrosity.
Taking a gulp of her free drink, she ignored the other various glasses and bottles shoved up at her and turned to her dance partner for a toast. "To Mardi Gras! The best reason to party, drink and be merry!" And not to mention all the pretty beads one could acquire by standing next to the flashers. Megan caught some beads from the air that were destined for some other female dancer in the crowd, and held them out to her fabulous dance partner, rather than take away from her own growing neck full. She stooped to drop her newly emptied glass off on the counter, and turned back to see that someone in the crowd was shouting up at the other dancer on the counter. Lydia, lydia, so that was her name?
She watched, eyes narrowed behind her mask, not stopping her groooove for a moment- until she realized who the man was calling to the younger woman... 'Holy hell...' It really figured, that she'd meet him again in such situation. Megan grinned, red lips nearly cracking her face in two, and finally stopped to wait for the girls answer... ~ "Fuzzybutt!" The bathroom door slammed open, and she strode out into the main room with her hair limp against her shoulders from washing her face, and her eyes seeking out the last place she had seen him. His previous spot was empty, instead she followed a little trail in the lush carpet and spotted him across the room- in a...really odd position.... and tried to hold back her laughter. (as it made her head hurt..) "...What...the hell are you doing?"
A brief and rare urge to move over and help him out of his precarious pose came over her, and quickly passed. Instead, she dropped her eyes to the pants on the door and remembered that her lower half under the shirt was still naked. Another pair of pants across the room caught her eyes, a less gigantic pair, and she moved over to pick them up and slip them on. Once she felt clothed, if a little awkward, she toddled past the bed with other girl, and into the kitchen. "Are you going to make a habit out of always being relatively immobile whenever I'm around, Mr. Fuzzybutt?"
She nodded, flopping over on the bed so she could stare solemnly up at the ceiling. "Girlfriend, eh? Lucky dog, how old is she?" Gawain himself had to be like...thirteen at least. So she was going to assume ten, until proved other wise. "Bit of friendly advice, kiddo. Run while you've still got the chance."
>>"So what the heck is this anyw... oh."
Oh was right... "There's one in there about toilet paper.. S'pretty funny actually." He always had been funny... deep down buried under the F-ing pshyco bits. Her voice dropped in pitch, and she attempted an impersonation of him."'Didn't know you liked triple ply'...pfft... who even says that...?"
>>"What have you gotten into, huh?"
She scoffed, and rolled over a little so she could spear him with a snobby look. Not that he was looking back. "Like I said... run while you have the chance." Girlfriends.. boyfriends. Young love in general. Such a bad, bad idea. She hoped for his sake, his girlie wasn't the over bearing jealous type.
'...or a complete whack job for that matter...'
"Anyway... you know why I'm here now, so... yeah...G'night." Sticking her tongue out at him quickly, she pulled her pilfered blankets up and over her head. Sleep... probably wouldn't come very quickly after her startling wake up call, but she could have sure try. Another beeping noise resounded from her phone, alerting her that her message inbox was full, and she groaned loudly. "Arrg! Just throw that damn thing out the window or something...." She needed to get a new one anyway, preferably with a blocked number.
>>"First of all, this is my room, why the hell should I knock? And for your information, no, I usually don't."
She couldn't help but roll her eyes. He did have a point... but that hadn't exactly stopped her in the past, so why let it now? "Oh, I don't know... I figured the sock on your door would have led you to be at least a little cautious." Not to mention curious, seeing as it looked like her stolen bed hadn't been used in a while...
>>"What's up, Charlotte, got thrown outta the apartment?"
She glanced up from her phone, blue eyes rather tired, and pursed her lips at him. "It's Megan.... and no, not exactly." Rather than dive into the whole story, she felt her message window open and tossed her phone at the boy. The odd, sometimes cryptic texts were enough to explain what he needed to know, so he could shut up and she could go back to sleep.
"By the way, I'd suggest removing the sock from your door ASAP, unless you want more people to jump to conclusions." A little grin curved her lips, and she twiddled her thumbs innocently.
A half dream had set in quicker than normal, what with everything she had on her mind. It started off pleasant enough shoes... junk food she didn't allow herself to eat, and frolicking in a park for some reason...
But then it took a darker turn...
Faces that she had buried a long time ago, and were best left that way... She could hear her phone beeping- another text it seemed, and she struggled to wake herself back up. Something moved against her head, in her ear of all places- and then a voice...
>>"Wakey wakey, sleepin' beauty. What the heck are ya doin' in my room, huh?"
Her eyes snapped open in an instant, and she snapped them in the voices direction- as a closed hand was swung defensively towards whoever it was. A weak attack... but give her a break, she had just woken up! Her heart felt like it had stopped for a moment while she wiggled back up into a sitting position and forced her eyes to adjust.
It was the mirror hopper... and he was shirtless. "Oh... it's just you." Her tone was almost... disappointed, and her expression shifted to match. "Aw, jeez.. put some clothes on will you?"
At least it was him... Sucking in a little nervous breath, she took a sweeping glance of the room- expecting to see flowers hiding somewhere. She was happy to notice that none were present... Her heart stopped jack hammering in her chest. "Don't you ever knock?!" Megan jerked the headphones out of her ears, and tucked herself back into a sitting position with her back against the wall.
"...eh... I'm spending the night..." A good enough answer, for her at least. Digging in the blankets, she snatched up her phone and checked to see what the latest message was...
9:30pm... The halls were quiet. Not a peep from the surrounding bedrooms, as more kids were tuckered out from their daily activities- or out on the town. One particular door stood out, and was to blame for some of the silence in the hall.
A lone sock hung from the doorknob. A clear 'Do not Disturb!' signal for any who understood college practices. Past the door, inside the room, a figure was huddled under a mass of blankets that didn't belong on one of the two beds. A bag full of clothes and assorted books had been thrown at the foot of the bed, and music was blaring softly from a set of ear buds tucked securely into the quiet figures ears. She was sitting up in the bed, with her back against the wall and her knees up to her chest- buried in her blankets. (which may, or may not have been 'borrowed' from someone's room...)
Normally Megan would have waited until daylight to go barging in on someone, (Hahahahayeahright), but the door had been unlocked and no one had been home. So, like Goldilocks she had invited herself in, changed into Pj shorts and a tank top, washed her face clean of makeup, and crawled into the unclaimed (or so she assumed) bed to wait for the room's owner to return home. She had considered briefly setting up some sort of fun trap... but lacked the energy. Another string of... creepy... text messages had floated her way- and she wasn't in much of a playful mood.
Oh well, she would probably feel better once there was someone to pick on.... and once she wasn't alone. A yawn split the little unsettled frown that had fallen on her lips, and she felt her eyes fighting to close. A silent command was sent out amongst her eight legged troops, who followed orders swiftly and made a break for the corners of the room to hide. A few more minutes pass and with a soft sigh she slumped over into her wad of blankets and fell fast asleep..
A week had passed, and nothing had happened. Life had pretty much returned to normal, and Megan was feeling much better. She had received no more texts from unknown, unreachable numbers, and the only flowers she had seen hide or hair of had been out on the city streets. She had just gotten back from dinner at a coworkers house, and was happy to see that her door was still as locked as she had left it. She was a little nervous about heading in without knowing is Roach was home or not... but she didn't want to stand out on the porch all night- she she mustered her courage and opened her door.
"...Roach...?" The living room was clear... as was the kitchen. Her companion was once again absent, but it looked as if he had recently left- seeing as the fridge was wide open and their jar of mayo was gone. She sighed, closing the appliance, and set her purse down on the counter. She could see the very corner of the door to her room from where she stood, and in the shadows of the hallway it looked ominous. Her paranoia told her to head on down and make sure her fears were incorrect- but her stomach was empty... it wanted food. She decided to make herself a quick salad, then go investigate the rest of the house- if only to put her fears to rest.
A few hours later, after a good old fashioned black and white romance on TV, she dropped her plate in the sink and speared the clock on the living room wall with a questioning look. It was nine... where was Roach? "...Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn..." She answered her own question, seeing as he was probably out gallivanting around the neighbor hood stealing babies and what not. She was surprised that the cops hadn't gotten wise and started to carry bug spray rounds in their guns. Stretching, she lingered to catch the last few moments of her movie, before she headed back to her room. Sitting and relaxing had put her at ease... but she was still weary of her room. Someone had snuck in defiled her privacy, it still bothered her.
Cracking open her door, she peeked inside. A street light outside cast a light glow across her bed sheets- and in the darkness she spotted a little figure on her bed. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she reached in to flip her light on. Irises, long stem purple Irises sat on her bed. A little stuffed kitty toy sat in front of it. She was dumbstruck, really. The hair on the back of her neck raised, and in a kind of stupor she crossed her room and reached down to pick up the kitten toy. It was holding a card in its paws...
"Don't throw this one away."
She left immediately, and left a quickly scrawled note on the kitchen counter explaining that she would only be at the apartment while in Roaches company...
The door was open... The effing door was open. Surprised and (slightly) frightened blue eyes stared at the crack in her front door. She knew she had locked it, she was absolutely sure of it... It had only been an hour ago that she had left...
With a few grocery bags in hand, she reached out and pushed the door open all the way. There were no signs of forced entry... nothing appeared to be gone from what she could see... and it didn't appear as if Roach was home. Her eyes drifted to the coffee table, and she breathed a sigh of relief at the absence of anything floral related. She was really starting to hate flowers... She passed the door being ajar off as an accident- either she hadn't shut it like she thought, or her roommate had come home and left the door open by accident. "...Get a hold of yourself, Rova."
Stepping inside, she locked herself in and breathed another small sigh, before dragging her bags to the kitchen. She had organic milk to put away, as well as chicken and turkey. She had gotten Roach a big hunk of ham thigh (which she contemplated throwing in the hallway closet for him to find), and a few arm fulls of fresh vegetables for herself. After storing everything away in it's proper place, she folded her paper bags and placed them under the sink in the recycle pile. Then, she slipped out of her coat and headed back to her room. "You know, Charley, I'm starting to think I need to change my hair color... Maybe a nice red, to offset my eyes?" The small spider she was talking to didn't understand a lick of what she was saying, but he nodded anyway. Nodding made his mother happy, and that was what he always sought to do.
Megan swung open the door to her room, and nearly jumped out of her own skin. Sitting on her bed was a pink and blue wrapped bouquet of lillys, with a little card tucked under the ribbon. She felt a breeze on her cheek, and realized that her bedroom window was wide open. Her heart hammered away in her chest so hard that she felt like it was getting in the way of breathing. Charley took notice, and crawled down from behind her ear to see what was up. After a moment of not being able to move, Megan regained the use of her legs and crossed the room hurriedly. She tore open the envelope on the card. A bumble bee greeted her, holding a daisy in its hand.
"You are still so very pretty"
Something she had not felt in a long while crept into the pit of her stomach. True fear. She couldn't blame this on Roach anymore... It was getting to... creepy, even for him. There was no humor in it, no big joke or HA HA. The color washed from her face and she reached out and snatched up the flowers from her bed. They, as well as the card went flying from her window and she slammed it shut right after. Chewing on her lip, she stared at the glass for a moment. Flowers had shown up now for three weeks in a row. Roach didn't seem to know anything about it... and somehow the door kept getting unlocked... and her window.
Quietly, Megan returned to the kitchen and snatched up her keys. She was going to spend the night somewhere else, even if that place was a bar- where people would be around her at all times...
Work had been particularly stressful today. A bus full of tourists who thought the name of her workplace was 'cute had all decided to stop in and get "New York" hair cuts. God, she had thought cutting poodle ladies hair had been bad- but it was nothing in comparison. After spending five hours listening to one Wisconsin accent after another, she had grown so close to stabbing herself in the ear with a pair of scissors, that boss lady had sent her home. It was getting close to six o'clock by the time she parked her scooter, and started once more up the steps to her apartment.
With her helmet tucked under her arm, she swung the door of her apartment open and stepped inside- only to freeze in her tracks when she caught sight of another wrapped bouquet of flowers sitting on the coffee table. In the exact same spot where the roses had been.. Instantly, anger sparked behind her eyes.
"Goddamnit... ROACH!" Her helmet hit the couch cushions after she flung it like a softball, and bounced off to hit the floor. "ROACH?! Get out here you hard headed bastard!" Her stomping could no doubt be heard through out the complex, as she darted from room to room checking in closets and under beds.
Roach was no where to be found.
Megan reentered the living room and picked a little green card off of the flowers. This one was a kitten sitting next to a balloon that had 'I ♥ U'. Inside, in the same handwriting as before, was scrawled a little message.
'I missed you...'
"F***." She had been receiving a text with that exact message for a few weeks now. Crap was starting to get downright creepy, but she wasn't willing to fully let Roach off the hook just yet. Still... she wasn't about to hang around in an empty apartment. Snatching up her helmet, she grabbed the flowers and the card and marched back out the door- triple checking to make sure she had locked the door properly as she left. On her way to her scooter, she tossed the flowers in a dumpster, and wiped her hands clean of the matter...
Ah, shopping. She was sure that given enough time, it could cure any ailment. Stomping up the stairs that led to her shared apartment, Megan found it rather hard to balance the many bags and boxes she held in her arms. The more sensible part of her said to simply drop a few, and come back for them later.
But the other part of her said OH HELL NAW, and she was more inclined to listen to it. Dresses, pants of all sorts and shoes- beloved shoes... she wasn't about to set them down in the dirty stairwell and leave them there so some jacka** could wander past and take her things. Not even if the weight made her topple backwards down the steps.
She managed to get herself to her door, only having to kick one box that had fallen along. Whistling a happy tune, she slid her key into the lock, turned and pushed her door open. Silence greeted her as she stood in the doorway... which either meant Roach was gone... or that she was going to get attacked after stepping inside. "...Roachy?... Oh, Mr. Rooooachy poo~?" Not a peep. Vibrant blue eyes squinted, and she kicked her fallen box into the apartment.
Kicking the door shut behind her, she paused and listened. No scuttling, no skittering... no clawing at the door from victim's who hadn't been quite dead yet... It seemed, as if he had the apartment all to herself for once. A satisfied smirk curved her lips- which had been tinted red to match her eye shadow, and she made her way to her room. Contrary to her personal appearance, her room was rather lighthearted. Pale blues and light greens decorated the window and her bed. A bed which she buried under her bags. "...Whew... That's a load off my- AW, Goddamnit roach!"
She spotted a dead cockroach on its back at the corner of her bed, and slapped a hand to her face in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell him to keep those pests out of my room!?" With a little whistle, she glanced up to her ceiling- which was littered with a ton of silken webs. One black spider dropped from a web on a silken line to gather up the roach carcass, then drag it back up to the ceiling. Still peeved that one of Roaches vermin had gotten into her room, unless he placed it there himself, she stomped back out into the hallway and headed for the kitchen. Before she started unpacking, she was going to get a glass of roses.
...roses?
Megan stopped in her tracks and stared down the hall toward the living room. Sitting on the coffee table was a dozen or more red roses, wrapped in green and white paper with white curling ribbon acting as a bow. The twenty four year old blinked... then blinked some more when she couldn't think of anything to do or say. Who... the hell had left roses in her house? "...what... the hell?"
She closed the distance between herself and the flowers, and picked them up. They smelled like flowers... and didn't look like they had been pulled from a dumpster or nibbled on... So Roach was out of the question. Megan spotted a little blue envelope on the coffee table, and stooped to pick it up. The little card within was a blue bear holding a bouquet of flowers, and inside someone had scrawled, "I'll be watching."
A chill ran down her spine, but she forced a snort and dropped the card back onto the table. "Har har, Roach. Very funny, you big Jerk." He knew very well that the texts she had been receiving lately had put her on edge... It was pretty low of him to make fun of her for it. She turned and made her way back toward the kitchen, depositing the roses in the trash can as she went...
"Oh, thank GOD." The cupboard in the 'kitchen' had a bottle of aspirin. Someone, somewhere, loved her. She glanced over her shoulder, blue eyes tired and more than a little bleary, as the other girl exited the bathroom as well, and quickly took over the bed. With a scowl, she popped open the bottle and got her pills out, grumbling about greedy blanket hoggers the whole time. She heard another voice, this once from the floor, and shot another glance over her shoulder as she fished out two glasses. She had heard the girls request, and completely blamed what she was about to do on her hangover.
Two tall glasses of water in hand, she tossed the bottle of pain relievers across the room and onto the bed, then headed that way herself, piping up with an overly cheery, "Mornin' Sunshine~", on her way past the male on the floor, who she had yet to fully recognize... ~ “Hope you two don’t mind if I join you…”
The blond didn't even hear the girl, but Megan sure did. "Of course not!" She scooted on over to make room for the new girl, and 'accidentally' knocked the blonde off the counter with a swift bump of her hip. Two was okay, but three was pushing it... and new girl had yet to lift her top. A fair trade, if she were to say so herself.
"Watch out for the grabby ones... they're getting kind of rabid." The fact that blondie had vanished into the crowd proved her point much more than words could. Turning to the mass of eager male faces, she put her hands on her hips and raised her voice to be heard over the music. "Who wants to buy some pretty girls a drink?!" The resounding cheery of over intoxicated menfolk answered her question, and she grinned at the girl dancing beside her... ~ "Hey... here." The second glass of water clicked against the bed side nightstand as she set it down, then turned to knock back her own head ache relieving, heaven sent pills and a few gulps of clean, crisp water. At least it wasn't a crappy hotel room... Her eyes dropped from her glass, to the floor beside the bed where someones suit case resided. "..Oooh, something to change into?" Setting down her own glass of water, she squatted and lifted the suitcase onto the bed. Once open, she found that it contained someone's vacation clothes.
It only took her a few seconds to finger through everything, and extract an "I'm with stupid =>" T-shirt from the pile. "...Jesus..." She held the shirt up in front of her, and felt dwarfed. "...this thing has got to have like, eight X's." With that, she moved off to the bathroom again, once again stepping over the man on the floor like he didn't exist.
"Uurgh! Okay! Jesus christ...don't get your panties in a bunch.." For some reason her voice didn't hurt her head... but the other girls did. Dragging tired eyes from the girl, she pushed herself to her feet and headed over to the closest mirror. Her stomach was all a jumble, her legs felt like rubber... and she was pretty sure there was a bar of soap stuck to her shoulder...
A swift wiggle dislodged any bathtub paraphernalia from her person as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective, brutally honest mirror... OH GOD. Her hair was a mess... her mask was lopsided- when she remove it she found that the water from the tub had make the purple ink on the plastic bleed onto her skin. She looked like a goddamn effing teletubby.... "...Sonofab****, what the hell happened last night..?" Sure, she had drank more than she had planned, but she had done that numerous times before and never ended up in a friggen bathtub with a stranger! Dropping her mask, she turned on the faucet in the sink and splashed herself with frigid water. Oh... that woke her up alright... and thankfully washed away a little of the purple raccoon mask she had going on... ~ The feel of the dance floor quickly over took her. She had finished off her drink, and was dancing with one of the women she had come in with- perhaps a little too closely. "Isn't this such a bomb party!? She barely heard the bleach blond over the music, but nodded all the same. "If you say so!" Her drink provider had wandered off somewhere.. and across the bar she spotted a possible reason why. Above the heads of the crowd loomed a redhead with her goods bared for all to see. Megan hmphed, and grabbed her ditsy dancing partners hand. "C'mon, this spot's been over taken by sausages..."
The act of screaming 'sausages' loudly to be heard over the music was... kind of amusing. Probably a little too amusing. She dragged the girl with her to the closest bar- just off of the dance floor and down from the floozy who had exposed herself to a crowd of drunk and overly excited men- then up and onto the bar itself. One sure way to drag the attention of her drink provider back to herself, was to make a scene with lots of girl on girl dancing. It almost never failed. She and her partner had just started dancing again when the songs switched, apparently to something the blond was familiar with, seeing as she let out a loud, "Whooop!", and turned to face the crowd. Megan didn't stop her own groove, simply watching as the girl lifted her shirt and was immediately showered with beads. "Oh... sweety, put those things away... I can see your surgery scars." The girl didn't seem to hear her.. which was probably for the best... ~ "...ugh... this place better have some friggen pain killers... or someones gunna die.." She wiped her face clean with a towel, threw it on the floor, and headed for the closed bathroom door. The sight out in the living room was... one she was kind of used to. Red plastic cups littered the floor, the sheets had been torn off of the bed across the room and now resided in a heap next to the front door. Someone's pants were hanging from the bathroom doorknob, and she spied a tiny, pathetic excuse of a kitchen off in the corner. With a grumble, she left the cold bathroom behind and waltzed across the carpet, stepping over some prone figure on the floor who was in her way. There was no time to chat, or poke at people with toes.. she wanted Tylenol, and fast... though, she was happy to spot one of her shoes hanging from the ceiling fan along the way...
Something was dripping on her forehead... It was annoying, and she wanted it to stop. Very badly. Megan groaned, and attempted to turn over in her makeshift bed. Her cheek bumped into something cold and much to hard, and she cracked an eye open. There was a mask still on her face, and a thumping pain behind her eyes. Ugh. Hangover. There was a cold draft in the room somewhere... or maybe it was the fact that there was a good amount of cold water in her bed. A bed that turned out to be a bathtub... how... the hell had she ended up in a bathtub? Shutting her eyes, she set about retracing her steps from the previous night at the beginning... ~ Cheering, laughing, and lots of brightly colored beads being flung about everywhere... Oh, how she loved these types of occasions. Megan had prepared for the night the day before, decking out a bikini top and a mask with peacock feathers and rhinestones. Her hair was freshly curled, knee high boots slapped onto her legs like a second skin, with fishnets and short shorts to finish off the look. All it took to get into the mood, was slap the mask on her face and shimmy her way out onto the streets. She blended in perfectly, and for once didn't mind hugging random strangers, or jumping into pictures with people. It was occasions like these that allowed her to adopt another personality, and truly have have fun-.... without the whole maiming people or causing mental damage.
Somehow amidst the roving bands of masked people, and flying beads, she had found herself tugged along with a group of snazzy dressed party goers to a little bar she had never seen before. She sidled up to the only single male of the group, and dropped a few cute lines in order to get herself another drink. He had already provided her enough booze that she felt like she was walking on air, rather than six inch heels. The booming of music greeted her ears as she danced around merrily with the two females of the group, ignoring the small writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor until a drink was in her hand, and she was pulled out with her little trope of masked strangers. ~ ...Oh yeah... Now she remembered all of those drinks. Gah, she should have known better than accepting that last one. Vodka on the rocks always spelled disaster. Megan was intterupted from her musings, when she heard a soft sigh... like someone waking, and felt something warm against her back move. Lifting her head, she turned and caught sight of a female next to her in the bathtub.
It took her less then three seconds to shriek and scramble out onto the floor. "What the HELL is this?!" Now on her butt, dripping on the floor, she looked from her bathtub companion, to her bare feet, and shrieked again. " And WHERE are my SHOES!?!"
"I don't know, Aurum, Aurum... the soup looks good...but," Hm... now she felt a little lame for copying him. "I see a chicken kabob on the menu. Chicken trumps soup."
At least in this case it did. Chicken on a stick was something you could eat on the run, a bowl of soup? ... not so much. With her order in mind, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and turned her attention to her unexpected lunch companion- who still smelled like the sub he had eaten.
"... I just have to ask, because this is more than just a little weird... If I am such a 'Grade A witch', why are you bothering to treat me to lunch?"
Blue eyes squinted and her lips pursed. Maybe he was one of those guys who had mommy issues and thus surrounded himself with angry, abusive women. ....naaaaw. That was too far a hop from reality. She was still curious to hear his answer though, seeing as her possibilities were... on the stranger side of things.
Megan, on the other hand, had actually been working all day. Decked out in a white ruffly apron, faded jeans, and a tank top, she was smudged with dirt and grime from cleaning up various piles and messes that had accumulated over the month, seeing as they had both been rather busy.
...Not to mention the mass of body parts she had found in in the hallway closet. She blamed that particular mess for why she was smudged with old blood and some sort of... slime.. that had come from a half eaten hand. She was never going to attempt to clean up that kind of mess again. It wreaked havoc on her stomach AND her clothes. That closet was now decorated with a ton of pine tree car fresheners, and a few carefully placed plastic bags. She didn't intend to go near it again...
She'd have to stab Roach for that later, after dinner was done. At the moment she was rather busy putting the finishing touches on dinner. Grilled turkey breast with a giant serving bowl full of greens, olives, and onions- with a splash of vinegar and Parmesan on top for flavor. The bulk of the meal was finished, and the table had been set as it always was, she was mostly waiting on dessert to finish.
It always amazed her how long Apple crisp took to bake in a regular oven. While she was waiting and filing down a nail that had cracked when she had vacuumed the living room, she heard the front door open, and Roaches near perfect imitation of Ricky Ricardo, she couldn't help but smile. Still... she was pretty peeved about ANOTHER apron being ruined. As she exited the kitchen, she picked up a kitchen knife from the counter and greeted her roommate in the usual manner. By lobbing it at his hard exoskeleton.
"I will have you know, that I found your stash of snacks in the hallway..."
And, haha, she had gotten rid of them all. Without waiting to see if her knife had struck him, she turned on her heel and returned to preparing dinner. "Dinner's ready.." The turkey was set on her side of the table, the salad in the middle, and she returned to the kitchen briefly. She switched off the oven, because the crisp would finish cooking while they ate. She removed her apron and moved to her side of the table, serving them both a good sized pile of salad before she sat, and took a sip from her glass of water.