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.
"Please tell me ya pulled that off with your teeth. He'd be talkin' about that one fifty years from now..."
Had her hands not been busy keeping her afloat, she would have snapped her fingers. "Teeth, damn. The things you never think of when your running low on oxygen." She let the trunks hang in her teeth for a moment, later, before removing them to a hand instead. Only god knew where they had been before the pool... of what was in the pool for that matter. One eye twitched slightly at the thought, and she felt her skin crawl.
"Yup, you sure do. Can I have them back or am i gonna have to walk back to my room clad purely in a towel?"
Her teeth clenched in a semi grin, and she winked at the kid. His reaction...well... it was boring. No blushing, no cursing... that stupid alligator had blocked the view. Wholly not what she had wanted to happen. Her eyes turned to the towel that he indicated, which she noted and stored away for later pilfering, before they turned back to him. Her teeth parted, and the trunks slipped away to float to the bottom of the pool.
"Sure, can't have you running around in your birthday suit scaring children now can we?" With her hands clean of that matter, she turned back to innocent, bobbing in the water Maya and sent a splash her way. "You're never in your room when I come to visit anymore." She adopted a pout, and a hurt expression and tone, and blew angry bubbles at the girl.
Rainy, with a hint of sunshine. No work to distract her, no one to pester... no new shiny roommate at home to tease or pull antennas. With a sigh, a long, overly dramatic sigh, Megan sank back into the park bench and glowered out from under her dark bangs at all of the people out and about enjoying themselves. Her phone was off, too many co workers had called her, too many old 'friends' had tried to get in touch today. Come to the club with us Megan! Come dancing! Not tonight, no no, not tonight. Her lips pursed, barren of lipstick, and she scowled. The park she had staked out and plopped herself in had been void of life only a few hours ago. Times passed, and mothers with kids in tow showed up- over took the grassy areas and the swing sets. Joggers multiplied from one to twenty, each one circling multiple times with their heads in the clouds before they jogged off into the city.
She sniffled, slinging one leg over the other, and turned her scattered attention to a group of children playing not to far from her in the grass. They were tossing a Frisbee back and forth, catching clumsily, throwing like they were blind folded. The twenty three year old scoffed, and wrinkled her nose distastefully. Her siblings had played many games with her when she had been younger. Megan was sure that had they not lived out in the middle of nowhere, they would have been able to join a soft ball team and they would have murdered all opposing teams. Of, that was the past... Things that were long buried, were best left that way. She snorted, and switched which leg was draped over the other, turning her eyes from the silly children and their Frisbee... until it bumped into her shin, that is.
"Hey lady, can you toss that back please?" She blinked, dropped her icy eyes to the ground where the orange plastic disc lay... and a small smile curved her lips. "Sure...hope you're ready kid..." She bent forward and scooped the Frisbee up, then pulled herself lazily to her feet. A snippet of time was spent pulling her dark T-shirt down, and pulling her jeans up, then she wrapped an arm around herself, Frisbee in her palm, tucked her shoulder down- and hurled the disk straight back at the kid who was standing closest to her. The orange blur caught him square in the mouth, and he was knocked back off his feet in surprise. Megan squashed a giggle, and raised her guilty hand in the air. "Oops... Sorry! Guess i don't know my own strength..." She watched the kids collect their friend up off the grass, before they retreated to a safer distance from her. She smirked, satisfied with herself, and re-slung a leg over the other as she crossed her arms again and slouched into her bench once more. Maybe the day wasn't going to be such a flop after all....
A pale hand rose to stroke her mustache like Sherlock Holmes. As if some great murder was laid out before her, and only she knew the answer... If only she had thought to bring a pipe. Her upper lip twitched slightly, and she grinned. Murders were much to messy, maybe a simple break in. Yes, simple crimes were probably more on her level anyway... and she hated getting blood on her clothes. "When I show up, I will be famished. I hope you'll be able to satisfy my appetite." Her chin dipped a little, and she stared at him through her lashes for a few silent moments. Yes, simple crimes were probably more on her level anyway. "Famished so you say?" She took in a slight breath, and lifted her head, blinking calmly as her current attitude dissolved away into the air. All that was left was a small smile, and empty staring blue eyes.
"I'm sure what you will find there will adequately satisfy your appetite." One of her hands tucked into a pocket, and she withdrew her stolen yo yo, toying with it in her palm as she adopted a wider, toothier smile. "I must admit, I'm very excited... I haven't had the opportunity to have guests over since moving. I'm glad my first guest will be someone worthy of the effort." Closing the distance between herself and him quickly, without actually touching him, she leaned in and tilted her chin up to kiss him softy on the nose. Then, with the contact done, she bounced back to the door and turned, one hand already on it's way to the door knob. "oh... and also..." Her hear turned, eyes catching the light in a mischievous twinkle, and she smirked at him. "... My roommate is...eh, a little strange, but just ignore his antics. He's a really great guy."
Water caught her in the face, and Megan roared like a creature of myth and flailed a bit as it sloshed into her nostrils and eyes, and ran down the back of her throat. Ugh... chlorine. How she loathes thee. A few coughs later, having just managed to clear the water from her air way, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and peered around for the culprit.
A red streak of eye shadow dripped from her lashes, like a bloody tear, and she focused narrowed, empty blue eyes on Mirror as she floated innocently just out of reach. "Hmmm... he's-" Before she could finish her musings, arms wrapped around her legs and Megan was abruptly yanked under the water. Her enraged snarl was turned into glub-glubing, and she was forced to crank her eyes shut as water converged on her once more.
When she was able to open them again, the arms had abandoned her at the bottom of the pool, and the attacker had escaped back up to the top. The twenty three year old released all of the air she held in her lungs though her nose in a grumpy burst of bubbles. She plopped gently on the pool bottom, and crossed her arms, squinting up through the water at the form of Maya bobbing away on her ball, and Cafas kicking about at the surface... nearly directly over her...
Hm... She could see swimming up and latching onto his feet with her feet, some good old fashion jaws action. But... that could always lead to getting kicked in the mouth. Megan didn't want to loose any teeth. Another option would be to switch targets and take down Maya's floaty ball. Two ships sank? That was enough to fill her Kraken quota for the day... but no. That would leave her score with the leg puller unsettled. She blinked, feeling a slight burning starting to build up in her chest, and forced her mind to work quicker. What had she failed at doing earlier? Disrobing Maya. Blue eyes targeted the boys choice in swim wear, and she grinned.
Kicking off bottom, she launched herself towards him and latched onto the back of his trunks. Her feet swung up, she kicked down, and wiggled the swim trunks free. Or struggled, rather. Kicking made it hard. Clamping her trophy between her teeth she broke the surface of the water and sucked in a good breath though her nostrils before back peddling though the water towards Maya. With her grin still in place, she glanced from one to the other, and hovered with her nose and eyes peeking out of the water like a crocodile.
Her laugh ended abruptly as Maya erupted from the water faster than she had expected. A meek 'eep' that was rare coming from her escaped her lips, before she was roughly jerked forward. Into the pool. Her current cargo of arachnids saw what was coming and made to abandon ship. They jumped, skittered and tumbled from her, then made it for the shadows along the mansion wall where it was safe... Megan didn't have time to curse, or shake a fist at the retreating creatures though, for introductions were already in full swing.
Face, meet water. Water, lungs! The spider queen splashed in, bobbed for a second with her legs thrashing, before she righted herself and resurfaced with a gasp. "Maya! That's not how this is supposed to work!" She pointed a finger accusingly at the girl, and shook the water drenched hair from her eyes. The other boy in the water escaped her attention until he introduced himself. Cafas. Who was apparently crocodile capitain.... "Charolette.... " She blinked at him, covering her chesty shame under the water, and turned a scathing look Mirrors way. Pull her into the water will she?! Without warning, her arms erupted from the water and sent a mighty splash heading towards the mirror walker.
Then, she turned to the floaty rider with a malicious grin, and wiggled her fingers in front of her chin like many tiny tentacles. "Maties? Navy dogs? Ho ho! I am neither! I am sinker of ships, devourer of men! I am..." She paused for dramatic effect, and brought her hands down on the water to send a splash crashing his way as well. "The KRAKEN!" Megan roared, and lurched forward as fast at the water would allow to attack, and knock him from his green plastic steed.
Sunny days... they begged for fun, and fun in her apartment with new roommate gone was very unlikely. That notion had led her to hopping on her scooter, clad in a little green dress and a yellow flip flops, to book it through traffic over to her favorite haunt. The mansion. Of the two people she knew there, one was absent when she arrived. The office door was closed, locked, and no one was in sight to let her in... or tell her where Mr. Wills had wandered off too. She resisted the urge to decorate his door in web and little notes, and turned to her next objective. The mirror walker. His/her room was only a short walk away, and like the last time if he was absent, Megan would not hesitate to take her anger out on the hapless door. She got stopped half way, by a window, which clearly showed her a tiny bikini clad Mirror sitting pool side with some pink haired dude paddling about in the water. Blue eyes narrowed, and she paused to think...
Her dress allowed her the freedom of catching nice breezes as well as not overheating. A must. It was however, not meant for water. The urge to travel downstairs and outside, to shove the mirror walker into the pool was oh so tempting... but... was it worth the possible consequences of getting splashed? The blue bikini the girl wore screamed yes. She grinned, a new- much more evil- plan hatching, and turned on her heel to head downstairs. On the way, she adjusted the straps of her sundress to prevent slippage, seeing as she was currently Au Naturel in the bra department, and split her hair into two fluffy pig tails on either side of her head.
She made it outside and crept along the mansion wall as quietly as she could, intending to sneak up on the hapless girl before being spied. She waited until the pool was in view, then casually strolled into sight and headed the girls way silently. Her flip flops barely made any sound at the pace she was going. It was near perfect. She readied her hands, intent to grasp the bikinis tie and rip it clean away... maybe parade around the mansion with it a little too. Just for extra embarrassment. She closed in, ducked, and quickly reached out to grasp the bikini back. At the last second, she felt her flip flop catch and was sent abruptly to her knees. Her out stretched hand collided with Maya's back, and sent the girl right off the ledge and into the water. Megan only had a moment to collect her wits, before she started laughing. Loudly. "Got you Maya!" She purred, smirking at the mirror walker, and started to get to her feet.
Nodding to herself, she ran her hands through her hair, withdrawing the last of her children from its depths, and set them to work scrawling her address in web on the window sill. Slipping her phone number into the works wouldn't hurt either. The fact that he had stood with her and followed her around to the window only forced her smile to widen back into a smirk. Apparently she would be doing that a lot while in the mans presence. The spiders that she had released off through the window had made it up to the roof, and into a few peoples bedrooms though cracked windows. Her invitation was accepted, and he seemed more than eager to come and visit. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she thought back to the many things she had yet to unpack... as well as the blood stains on the carpets, and the removal of all that horrible decoration Gregory seemed to love so much. She still had yet to find the time to whisk it away while he was out of the house... that, and the new furniture she had ordered was waiting to be shipped out.
"I have enjoyed becoming acquainted with you, Charlotte. I suspect I will be seeking you out sooner than later to become more...acquainted. Do you have a date and time in mind?"
"Really?" She questioned, turning half way to peek at him from under her bangs. "...Not many people would say the same..." With a little wrinkle of her nose, she scooped up her spiders on the window sill, seeing as they had finished their job, and ran her hand back through her hair, effectively hiding them once more. "Oh well, you seem capable of handling yourself."
She turned fully, crossing her arms, and smiled sweetly. Or as sweet as she could get at least. "Dinner will be at six. Whatever date you choose, seeing as I have no preference. Just send me a text, or a call so I can get ready." She felt the urge to stick a hand out, a polite gesture, but recalled what Garrett could do with those hands and kept hers safely tucked up against her ribs. She didn't need any of the little mansion brats getting it in their heads that she had feelings or some such nonsense because of a stupid handshake. Instead she nodded her head slightly, and slipped around him as she headed for the door. Her hand dove into her pocket and she withdrew another small mustache to slap on her upper lip. "Dinner will be... mostly... vegetarian. So if you can't live without meat make sure you don't show up to hungry." She paused, turning back a few feet from the closed office door with a curt little smile and wiggled her mustache at him. "All of that sound good for you, Cutie?"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't get an opportunity to show too many people the other side of neural manipulation. Most people get the unpleasant effects." She nodded, in a bored manner, and tilted her head a little. "I can imagine. It's rather startling, if you're not expecting it." The fact that he had gotten color to her cheeks, which was thankfully not known to her, was proof of that. Megan eyed him calmly, quietly, with her face void of an expression. He was...curious. Polite...yet...not. Interesting, and a mighty attention grabber. "No one gets this treatment but you, dear." Dear... A grin was swift in overthrowing her expressionless state. Her eyes narrowed a little, to match her Cheshire smile, and she puffed her chest out proudly. "Good. " She kicked her legs a little more, before the action itself became tedious, and stilled them.
Then, came his question about other passions. She smirked, widely. That, when matched with the way his mouth had hung open for a few moments, made her feel tremendously good. Sure, she could still shoot some moves on hapless kid and get that kind of reaction... but it was very rare that things actually worked out the way she intended. She sat forward, propping her arms between her legs, and tapped her fingers on the fabric of her dress. He had self control it seemed. Disappointing... but, amusing. A soft chuckle escaped her, and she sent out a silent call to round up her recovering children. The wiggled to their feet, legs shaking and unsteady, and wobbled her way like they had been out partying too late.
"My other passions? Well... " She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and wiggled her toes in her shoes, contemplating sticking on another mustache so she could wiggling around in thought. "I enjoy knitting, bus rides, long walks on the beach, and strolling under moonlit skyscapes." Adopting her best, most innocent smile, she blinked at him. Batted dark eyelashes, and gathered her abused babies up in her lap. "...as for any other passions I have... well.. I suppose if you ever happen to visit my cozy little home, you might find out..." She brought her eyes up from the wobbling spiders gathered in her hands, peering at him with an innocently twisted smile, and tilted her head a little more. He moved his hands away, tucked them under his legs... to resisted temptation maybe? Perhaps he was religious... Her smile widened- ear to ear.
Then she would just have to play the part of the snake. She scooted towards him a little, leaning forward to close as much distance as possible. It was like poking a lion with a stick. How many pokes would it take until the kitty lunged at the bars..? "Very well. What shall we call ourselves?" He spoke... a different voice... and Megan had to pause. Blink, and tilted her head. Mr. Lion had just woken up. A deeper tone... more of a primal quality to his voice. Dangerous sounding... The kind of thing that sent shivers of fear up peoples spines. Megan twitched, and leaned in further with excitement in her eyes. "A good question. There are a lot of things we could call each other. How does "Acquaintances" sound?... seeing as we have barely just met?" She lightened the mood a little by slipping from the desk to wander over to the window he had lingered by earlier. She cracked the window open a little, cupping her handful of spiders to the ledge, and let them scurry outside to skitter away up the outside walls.
" Do they also only bite when you tell them to? Those widows will make someone very sick. Just want to make sure I don't take an accidental bite. " She nodded, her eyes slitting in a cat like way, and grinned. "They bite, eat, breath, and mate when I tell them too... Nothing to worry about, Garrett dear." Everything else, they did on their own. Like running at the first sight of a dino... She was still quite bitter about that. " First, let's quiet down all of these angry little sores." She nodded once more, smirking slightly, and dropped her eyes to his hand as if it were going to start glowing as he worked. Wasn't that the way it worked in the movies, after all? She saw nothing, just a hand grasping her own... but felt all she needed to feel in order to know it was working.It started with the hair on her arms standing on end, as if caressed by a breeze, and then shifted up her arm and spread over the rest of her upper body. The tingle of pain from her wounds vanished, replaced with the sensation of slightly crawling skin, and she brought her eyes to his again.
"Nifty.... Much better." She breathed. There was more to say... things about how the women must really flock to him when that time of the months came, and of course for childbirth... but she was far to interested in watching to speak much more on the matter. For the moment, that is. "At this point, I could deliver quite a terrible shock of pain to you, paralyze you, possibly even render you unconscious, but of course, that isn't my intention." Her spiders froze on the desk, twitching slightly at first, then quicker as Garrett's influence fully kicked in. "Aww, but-" Her words came to an abrupt halt as she sucked in a surprised breath, and before she even had the chance to change her expression, either a grin or a frown would have sufficed, she felt a pang of something in her gut, and tensed up in the chair. Her eyes widened further, blinking at him, and an unexpected and very unwanted blush tinted her pale cheeks. Her drew her brows together for a moment, pondering the feeling as it raced up her back and caused her to temporarily close her eyes. Back muscles tensed, shoulders bunched, and she tilted her head to the side slightly.
It was safe to say the twenty three year old had never felt something like that before. Like many little spiders were racing around inside of her, tickling nerve bundles with scrawny legs... Icy eyes slipped open once more and she smirked widely at him, not even attempting to remove her hand from his own. "A very useful gift... if I do say so myself." She opened her eyes fully, ignoring her twitching children, and stood from her stolen chair, climbing onto the desk with little effort. Her rapt attention on Garrett, and only Garrett. "Do all of the women who enter your office get this same treatment? Or just the ones that snoop around..." She sat, inched closer, and leaned out to spy at him, her blush fading just a little as she grew used to the sensations within. "Mr. Clean. Nice. I do have a little stubble, but I did indeed used to be that guy. Hopefully, we will become friends and I can come visit you at this place across the street from the Sanctuary." Megan nodded. "Stubble, yes. I can see it now." She smirked, and sat back after moment of trying to level herself with him eye to eye. "Visit me? But of course, having guests over is a particular passion of mine." At the mention of the dreaded 'friend' word, she sat back a little more and clicked her tongue. "Be careful how you drop that word Mr. Wills. It has many different meanings. I for one, am not a fan of friendship." She wiggled her legs forward, and dropped them over the edge of the desk, freeing her hand from his finally. Sitting back with her arms to support her, she eyed him for a moment, casually regaining her stolen breath, while kicking her legs, gently and innocently.
Hey... Things in real life have taken a rather depressing turn, so until further notice posting will come slowly, or in bursts. I will try to make sure no one is forgotten, but it is rather hard to concentrate for long periods of time. Come Monday I may or may not drop off the face of the earth for a while, as I might be turning in my two weeks at my current job, so posting will probably crawl to a stop. I hope this will be over soon...
This affects: Megan and Andrea.... and all of my cbox personality.
She grinned, plopping her chin in a hand and lowered the other to allow her babies a bridge to the desk. "Like little soldiers..." They crawled down quickly, and once there turned to face her. "Lineup!" The little black creatures turned and faced her, each lining his legs up with the next, and waited for a command. With a lazy sigh, she waggled one finger in a circle at them on the desk. "Roll over." The spiders bent their left legs simultaneously and all flopped onto their backs one after another. She got a kick out of it every time, seeing as how once the spiders were flat on their backs they had to struggle for a moment to flip all the way back around. Lots of leg kicking. So cute!
"Are the spots where they emerge from? They are your children then. Very interesting. Do the marks hurt?" She raised her eyes from the flurry of legs, and deposited them back on Garrett, searching maybe, his eyes and facial features.The little mustache in her hand was returned to her pocket, and she let that now free hand join its twin under her chin, digging freshly painted nails in at the corners of her lips while he spoke. "They do hurt. A magnificent kind of pain really. It tingles, and burns just a little, like hundreds of tiny births."
"Well, of course I don't mind. The problem is, my gift is more of a show than a tell." Her eyes widened a little, curious, ever curious. and she dropped a hand to the desk, miming the tapping of his fingers. The spiders that had -finally- gotten back onto their feet surrounded her hand, extending front legs cautiously to poke at her flesh. Megan dropped her eyes for a moment, and snatched up one of the spiders, capturing it in the cup of her hand on the desk. She heard a soft squeal in her head, and smirked. The others skittered away quickly, knowing this game well, and hid on the desk under papers and behind objects. "Show and tell then?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow slowly. "I'm game."
She smiled, a thinning of lips that most would consider kindly- but when paired with a icy half lidded stare only seemed more than a little smug, and creepy. From behind her ears a few pairs of pointy, shiny black legs appeared. The rest of the bodies followed quickly, and soon two quarter sized black widows were crawling down her cheek, then her neck, on to her shoulders, and finally down her arms. Lifting her fingers of the desk, she let the captive jumper run free. Then the strumming started up again, and she upturned her palm to Garrett as one of the black widows settled in her palm."I would be happy to experience whatever it is you wish to show me."
"...Anyway, she and I had a little problem, so I shot her. That was the end of my stay there, as you might imagine. Now I am back here at the Mansion where I started." Megan blinked. Gawain hadn't been kidding when he had said that the people here were far from saints... and far too open with personal information, it seemed. Her mild surprise was quickly overshadowed by a thin smirk when he dropped the pet name... thing. "I can't say my story is even remotely as enthralling, Mr. Clean. I just sort of go where my feet take me, and today that happened to be your office." She tilted her head a little, "I have never shot someone, nor have I ever rose to some position of power... but I have heard of the sanctuary." She blinked again, and bit down on her bottom lip gently. "I live across the street from it."
With a small grin, she called out to the small creatures tucked away in her loose hair, and had them scamper down to rest on what was visible of her chest. What better a place for them to sit and stare at the new face? "I suppose you could say I'm the little Miss Muffet of mutants. Except they don't scare me away... and I create them."
She paused momentarily, wondering if that was an adequate enough example... but shrugged it off. Instead, she sat forward and slipped the white coat off, folding it over the back of the chair as she had seen it when she came in. With her arms and shoulders bared, she relaxed back and folded her hands neatly over her stomach. His chair was comfy. She wouldn't be giving it up anytime soon. The mass of small red sores scattered over her shoulder and upper arms met the fresh air once more, and she sighed contently. "So you can mess with peoples insides? How fun! What kind of things exactly, If you don't mind me asking?"
His comment about the keyboard caused her to pause, and level a suspicion filled glare at the computer. She would of been able to stick her tongue out and rub it in his face a little, had she had her hand sanitizer on her. Instead, she accepted defeat on the germ subject and let her head fall back comfortably against the chair. "Touche, Mr. Wills." She would definitely have to remember to bring her gloves and a mask next time, least she border on being called a liar.
When he he questioned as to what she did after snooping hours, she returned the smirk he had worn just moments earlier. "What do I do? Well, when I am not snooping around peoples offices, I am snooping around their homes. It's an interesting, but fun, hobby. I have to admit." She grinned at Garrett, flashing a glimpse of little pearly teeth, and scooted forward. Her feet dropped down under his desk, and she propped her elbows up on top. "Do tell me about yourself, Garrett. The reason I came here vanished on me, so as you can see I'm quite bored." She wiggled her mustache again briefly, and then plucked it from her lip to tinker with it in her hands.
She wiggled her nose again, and rolled her eyes lazily back to the ceiling. "I suppose you could say in a way my mutation would allow me to walk on the ceiling... but I can't necessarily promise that after getting up there, I would be able to get back down." She shrugged a shoulder, ignoring diving into a deeper explanation of her gift, and recrossed her arms behind her head. "I was actually just hoping you'd look up. Child's game and all. Yay for me." She blinked at his back slowly, like a cat, and scratched at one shoulder through the coat. It was a good thing she had put it on, it seemed. She generally liked to surprise people with the marks left over from her spiders. Shifting under the coat, she spun herself to face him and once again her eyes landed on the computer. Still boring... "I agree with you completely. Some mutations are simply... extraordinary."
Her eyes shifted to his back, and she smirked a little. "Oooh... so that means this office is important?" She cocked an eyebrow and kicked off of the desk, effectively spinning herself in the chair. "You sound like you know him so well.... Is he a friend of yours?" She stopped herself with a hand on the desk, and blinked at him as he turned and headed her way. "Actually, I was sent here by the CIA to wipe your hard drive. After that I have orders to fill your pool with rabid crayfish." She nodded, to herself mostly, and crossed on leg over the other, gently tapping her foot on the floor.
A hand was extended her way, as well as a formal greeting. She stared at the hand for a moment, eyes half lidded, before tucking her hands gently behind her head. "Surely, I did." She confirmed, and turned her nose upwards daintily. "Forgive me if I do not shake your hand, I've got a bit of a germ complex..." A half truth... though, considering who her roommate was it was hard to believe she was out and about without gloves and a mask on. "So, head of public relations are you? And they give you this crap space as an office?" She winked, and swiveled around in the chair once more, before carefully propping her feet up in a space lacking paper forms. "I'd demand a much bigger room... with a bigger window, if I were you."
Icy eyes darted to the door as someone walked past, then back tracked and entered. She slid herself away from the keyboard a little, having been caught snooping, and tucked her arms behind her head- still managing to keep her yo-yo bobbing. "I don't know who Garrett is..." She answered back, watching as the male slid into the seat across from her.
Staring at him for a moment, she wiggled her mustache in response to his comment, an action that nearly made it fall off, and uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them. Totally not ripping off a movie... No, not at all. At the mention of her feet on this 'Garrett's' desk, she grinned and neatly folded her knees into her chest, then swiveled about in her stolen chair.
"Well, thankfully my shoes are very clean, so he shouldn't notice any foot prints." Her head casually tilted back, and she sighed upwards. "Can't say the same for the ceiling though..." Pulling her arms out from behind her head, she fiddled with her toy again, trying to pull off one of those tricks where you catch it on the string and it walks back on itself, but flubbed it and ended up with a tangled rope. A look of contempt briefly flashed across her features before she shifted positions again and set about untangling the string.
"So... Who is this Garrett guy? What does he do? His coat reminds me of a doctor... so I can only assume." Light blue eyes landed on the guy again, and she blinked, staring momentarily at his coffee. With a small sniff, she tilted her head and sat back once more. "And who are you for that matter? I'm Charlotte."