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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
"Watch out there, Carrick the musician." Eisen said, poised in his position above the door. "I won't split up then, I'll walk right beside you." He mentioned as he then crawled back to the floor and met Carrick eye to eye.
Eisen gave Carrick a nod as Carrick slowly opened the door. The room behind the door was neither darker or lighter than the one before, just more veiled greyish light. He would find a lady surrounded by dogs, an old lady in fact, with her back turned to the man with wings.
"Oh, I didn't know we were actually having visitors this afternoon." She mentioned, in a creepily serene voice. The pug from earlier sat at her feet, as if awaiting her next command. In her hands she held a Shih Tzu and all along the walls were dogs of all breeds in chains. Of course, none of the dogs happened to bark at Eisen and his companion, so that the room was bathed in an eerie silence.
“Now which one of you dearies brought my darling Priscilla back to me?” She posed the question as the door slammed behind them. As she came closer they could see that her eyes were of different colors and that her ears drooped like a Greyhound’s. She also waved a hand in the air toward them both. Eisen wasn't paying attention, but his ears started to droop as well and he began to lower his torso to stand on all fours. Yet, he was mesmerized by this strange woman and almost felt the need to go up and cuddle her despite just meeting her.
Once the winged mutant grew disgruntled and left to find himself his own entrance, Eisenhower stood up off the ground and dusted himself off. Whenever Eisen found himself in a new place, he had this weird habit of trying to figure out what the place smelled like, a mixture of old paint, dust, and the faint smell of animal. That animal smell may just have been stuck to his clothing from his excursion through the next-door pet store, but as he looked around the place he noticed the boxes and boxes of stored somethings. Mayhaps this was the previous warehouse to the next door petstore? The pet-store did seem huge enough to warrant another building to maintain its stock, but for it to remain empty was strange.
After he had sized up the place a little, the walls and ceiling still looked like it was in good shape, Eisen heard the sound of the Pug from earlier. Who knew the little princess had such a cute bark? There was a layer of dust over everything, but not enough to be swept up and cause major lung problems. Despite now knowing this place was only recently abandoned, the alert of the pug forced him to set aside any more questions regarding this place's safety.
A door to the further back of the warehouse stood squarely in view and Eisen could hear the barks coming from behind the door. That was incredibly unusual, since it did not look like there was anyone around to open the door for the Pug, unless his buddy had somehow made it in front of him and helped the pug out.
Just as Eisen finished that thought, the ”Hello?” of his recent companion reached his ears. He swiveled and waved toward the winged beast-man and thought that now was probably the time for introductions.
"Hi! I'm Eisen. Short for Eisenhower, the dead president. And don't you think this place is kinda freaky?" EIsen pointed at the door where the barks were coming from.
"What do you think our little buddy is doing behind that door, huh? Should we go for it, or back out now." EIsen said as he began to walk towards the door and used his mutation to step up and up above the door, so that he was now squatting above it, facing the mutant-beast guy.
"Maybe we should come up with a plan, just in case we get jumped or something." For some reason, just because the dude was so open with his mutation, so did Eisen feel the comfort enough to reveal what he could do.
The birdman, or whatever type of man he was, leaped right into action and Eisen couldn't help but think, Gee! We must be of the same mind because I literally am going to do the exact same thing. This of course was a thought he had because he was just as hesitant as his fellow mutant and wanted to disguise his hesitation behind a group-mindset. If another person did it, then it was totally ok for him to do it as well. Since this other person was a mutant, that only gave him bonus points. Super-powered buddies made everything feel safer! Or so he thought.
Eisen's adrenaline seeped through his limbs and pumped energy throughout his body as he ran into the fray to help his mutant-brother push open the dumpster. The dumpster was placed against the building to the left of the Petstore, a building that was closed on the store-side but obviously not uninhabited, by the way the pug crawled through the hole in the wall.
"Wow you're pretty good at this." Eisen mentioned, as he was barely using his strength to pull the dumpster, but pretended to strain anyway. He thought it'd be better to conserve his strength just in case an enemy lurked behind the door.
Once the two had peeled the dumpster away from the wall, a metal door with a crack at the bottom, large enough for the pug to move through, stood in their way. Eisen heard barking coming from the other side of the door and so, in order to pursue to Pug's wishes, he decided to crawl through the bottom of the door instead of trying to force his way to open it or knock it down.
The other side led into a dark hallway, but the pug's barking indicated that the space was larger. It probably led to the storage area behind the store where the employees would gather. Then, after Eisen made it through the crack, which was pretty large, Eisen turned around and poked his head through, realizing his buddy had wings.
"Um. I don't think you'll fit." EIsen said as he made sure to take a step back in case the guy wanted to knock the door down.
Eisen was reunited with his phone and finally able to crane his neck up to see his feet. Thankfully he was able to get his phone in his hands, but as he did, he toppled over the side of the car. He was able to catch himself, slowly, slowly, slowly, so that he fell three times in a row by pausing his upper torso clothing and pants. It took all his breath to do it, though as he lay on the side of the ground now in even more pain.
>>"You are not getting any pizza. I called an ambulance for you. I'm gonna assume you are being a moron because you got a concussion, and it's not genetic. Benefit of the doubt." she told him while cleaning her hands carefully with some sanitizer. "Also, I'll need the information of the company you work for. Insurance purposes."
"It's your word... against... mine." Eisen said as he grumbled in pain, on the ground. He had taken out the cameras earlier, for insurance purposes, so that if the case did happen that someone saw him, which he was obviously ready for happening, they would not have any proof unless they took video footage of him floating up in the sky on their phone. So, this lady better hope that was the case otherwise, despite being in pain on the ground, Eisen could easily blame her for his pain.
"I can just say you crashed into me while i was setting up my truck! You weren't supposed to park here anyway, Queen B." Eisen groaned as he frowned. He felt his phone wedged between his knee and the ground. Geez! Please don't be a cracked screen.[i/]
Eisen spent the next few whole minutes kinda half-staring, half-paying attention to the mutant with wings in front of him. He'd always wished he had received a stronger kind of mutation, one that actually made him fly instead of giving him the ability to pseudo-levitate his sneakers and gloves. HIs own mutation was exceptionally lack-luster, invisible, almost nobody-esque. Which, Eisen thought fit his anti-hero sentimentalism egged on by Bruce Banner and his aversion to deep voiced hero characters that were dark, brooding anti-hero types. He thought the real anti-heros fit more into the almost-non-hero, but Eisen's thoughts digressed as the Pug squirmed in his arms with the newfound attention it received from the big-winged, lion-tailed mutant in front of him. Mutant-person, Eisens views represent a more wholistic view of humans and their mutated buddies.
>>"Not mine mate.” "You don't own this beautiful piece of work? Well..." Eisen tucked the Pug under his arm as if it were a pillow. The Pug derped his face to epicly derpy proportions, with the buggy eyes, drooly mouth and spaced out expression.
>>”Maybe he decided the place wasn’t fer him.”
"I'd agree with him if he thought that horrendous establishment were not fit for a little king like he." Eisen cheeked a grin to that thought and lifted the pug up to the sky. It was a female Pug and he quickly rescinded his earlier comment.
"I mean a little queen such as you... though I'm not quite sure if animals can choose to be anti-heternormative." Eisen twisted his head to the side as he looked at the collar dangling from her little neck.
>>”He got a collar?” The other mutant so fittingly asked.
"Yes he... I mean she does... and it says..." EIsen looked closely to the purple dog-bone shaped collar which had inscribed on it two words. FOLLOW ME.
"It says follow me." And at the mention of the two words, the Pug squirmed from Eisen's hands and he placed it on the ground. Then the Pug squirmed its derpy little face to the side of the store, where there was a dumpster. Then it squirmed its way behind the dumpster and disappeared into what seemed like a dimly lit crevice. Eisen turned around to see if the other mutant had followed him, then turned and pointed to the passageway behind the dumpster.
"You saw what I just saw, didn't you? Where do you think the crazy little pugster is trying to lead us? Hell? Disneyworld? Some weird pocket dimension where we'll have to fend of unicorns and dragons!??"
>>"Hello, hi. A man just l...Yes. Yes I do assume ... a life-sized balloon. Yes, ...scrambled."
Eisen heard bits and pieces of the conversation Serena was having on the phone. Though, by the sounds of it, she seemed to be ordering something for a birthday party instead of a pizza. He explicitly told her to get the meat-lovers! Good Jeepers, he was so mad now. He tried to get up onto his butt, but the best he could do was roll over on his side so that he could pull on his phone strap.
He rolled over in time to hear her tell the person the address. At least she did one thing that he asked for! Then he heard her say something else that he was shocked by. >>"Yes I'll wait. What the hell am I gonna do, drive away with the guy on top of my car? Do hurry up."
'"Girl, once the pizza is here you don't have to stick around." Eisen now yanked on the cellphone leash, causing it to yank on Serena's grip. She seemed to have a steady grip.
"Give me my phone! I want to clarify the meatlover's pizza!" He continued to complain, as he yanked on the leash with one hand and kept his mutation focused on the car with the other hand. However, if Serena tried to open the doors now, she would pretty easily be able to push it open with enough force due to Eisen's split attention.
"Oh, shut the hell up" EIsen heard her say, then as he tried to respond, the words coming out of his mouth became like nothing. Literal nothing. The puffs of air that escaped his lips had no sound at all and it was so freaky Eisen began to sing the ABC's to see if all the letters he spoke were muted too. He almost enjoyed the experience of talking out to the sky, which he finally had a moment to notice as he was lying on the roof of this lady's car. The powelines and telephone lines above him were strung across the street, vertical according to his orientation parallel to the building. Then rose the skyscraper of a building he had been fixing the lines for.
Eisen kept focused on his palms, focusing only on the doors of the passenger and the driver's seat. Whenever he activated his mutation, he could feel a second sense almost of what he was spatially locking. He intentionally didn't spatially lock the lady's clothes otherwise she would not be able to order his pizza for him.
Speaking of pizza, he craned his neck to the right and saw the irritated beeyotch phoning in numbers on his mobile device. So, she finally decided to give him what he wanted, eh?
He continued to sing his ABC's with the greatest gusto until he reached the letter "T-U-V-W Oh. Well that was long enough." The letter he reached coincided with the snapping of the lady's fingers, which were loud enough for him to hear. Which was a pretty neat skill, Eisen himself struggled to make any noise with his two fingers.
"I'm not doing anything, but if that's you ordering pizza, then I wish I were doing whatever you think i'm doing." Eisen responded with a sly grin. Since this lady had not exerted too much force on pushing out the car doors, he hadn't grown tired of using his mutation. Slowly and surely he began to regain feeling in his legs. Though, his arms from the back to his elbows were still taking time to wake up. He was starting to get worried that he might need medical attention.
Either way, the longer he could keep her from getting where she wanted to go, the more likely he would get his pizza, or so Eisen continued to think, as he finished the ABC's, now happy to be able to hear himself again.
Eisen let out a relieved breath when he craned his neck to the side and saw the lady's arm reach out to touch the phone. Then, as if she had already bought him a burnt pizza with no toppings on it, Eisen knew that her pressing one button on the phone was not her finishing the call for him. No she f*cking didn't just hang up on my pizza guy!
So many raging thoughts ran through Eisen's head of how he could slice this woman in half for ruining his God-ordained lunch for his work-ordained ordeal.
"Let me be very clear, the only thing I'm willing to call is an ambulance. Just so you don't die on top of my car. I don't have time for that kinda paperwork. Whatever you do, keep breathing."
"YOU BEEYOTCH. I can't believe you would hang up when I expressly told you to give him the f*cking address!" Eisen lost all his calm, despite not having any feeling down his back. He could at least move his hands and feetsies.
"You better redial that number and finish that call right now or else!" Eisen planted his palms on the car and imagined focusing his mutation on the entire vehicle. Now, no matter what she tried, the whole vehicle was spatially locked in place. Should she try opening the door or rolling down a window, neither would work until she finished the call he asked for.
"And it's meat f*cking-lovers pizza!" Eisen called out, as he still could not sit up because of the damage done to his back. It was taking all his focus just to keep his mutation on the car as well.
When one spends hours binging superhero movies, it can get to one's brain pretty fast that there are two types of people in the world, those who aim to be heros and those who aim to be nobodies. Now, becoming a hero and even less a superhero is a pretty high bar to reach, but that's why the two types of people are those who aim for the top or those who don't.
Eisen on a normal day, would tend toward being a nobody. Nobodies were allowed to do whatever they wanted since, hence the term nobody, they were practically invisible. Background. Bird chirping in the trees that people think is as ignorable as the air one breathes. So, on typical Monday mornings, Eisen normally sought to do just that. He'd take a leak on trashbags around the city. He'd hitch a ride on public transportation and make excuses not to pay. He'd even arrive at your local petstore and bring his anti-superhero tirade to the imprisoned little beings in cages, his very accessible and often times very cute captive audiences. Now, this hooliganism, this nobodiness, all of it was actually a plea on the inside to be noticed by no one in particular, but someone very significant. Eisen couldn't pinpoint who exactly. His parents were pretty attentive to him. Just the other day he had gone to a baseball game with his dads. Yes. Both dads liked baseball enough to take their youngest son, ok? And yes, they're both gay dads but that's beside the point. The point is, Eisen's been trying his hardest to get noticed, and today he wanted to be noticed a little more than was enough to keep him in his non-hero, nobody category.
"You're all so dumb." Eisen pointed at the parakeets sitting on manmade twigs with spiky feathers erupting from their crowns. "How could you let yourself be trapped like this? Trapped in a glass box when your bird cousins are outside chirping their love-making beaks off. Huh?" Eisen was probably projecting more onto the birds than he'd like to recognize, but a store owner, who had been hearing Eisen's tirade on and off during his shift, had had enough of his harassing the unintelligent animals.
"Sir, if you're not going to buy anything, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Can one truly buy freedom? Huh? Mark!?" Eisen read the guy's nametag and pointed accusingly at his chest.
"Alright. Out."
EIsen refused to speak all the while the employee pushed him toward the entrance. While Eisen was outside, he stuck his middle-finger at the establishment, then proceeded to almost break down into tears.
"Holy sh*t. I really don't want to going to work today." He complained to himself, but as he did so he managed to hear the bark of an unassuming puppy. The puppy, or what looked like a puppy, was sitting at the edge of the sidewalk and the parking lot, alone as if it were waiting for someone.
Eisen ran over to pick up the pup, then looked around for its owner. "Thanks for giving me an excuse to procrastinate little pup. Hmm. I'm surprised you're not biting me nor are you barking. Let's see."
Eisen saw a man walking away from the Petsmart, a tallish, brown haired, Irish looking dude with a huge pair of wings. Hmm. Potential owner, maybe?
"Yo! Did you forget a puppy?" Eisen ran over to the mutant, who he lowkey thought was pretty cool looking, and stuck the pug up to his face.
The fall certainly did feel like a thwump against a concrete floor. Eisen groaned as he was able to pause himself a few feet from the car roof, but still his soreness pervaded his spinal column and his not-so-ready buttcheeks. He moaned in a profound non-agony, and almost pity, but it was more out of a lackluster "You were told so!". Yes the pain hurt but what was more butt-hurt was his pride-- he wasn't supposed to fall. How was he to know a lady would honk at him- or who he thought was a lady- when he was so vulnerably ordering pizza fifteen feet into the air?
"I can list ten different ways you were breaking the safety regulations, and I am not even a lawyer. Don't you dare try to get money out of this."
Eisen heard the angry lady and he was so completely out of energy to deal with this right now. He tried rolling over onto his side. That hurt too much to keep doing. Then he tried to sit up but his ab muscles would not cooperate with his back muscles, and so he was left on his back on the lady's rooftop for the moment. Though he wasn't planning on camping here all day, he might be here for a little while. Especially if the lady continued to be distressed and concerned about him getting money. As if Eisen cared about her stinking money. He just wanted his pizza.
Eisen leaned over and reached out to try and get his phone, where the guy on the other line must have been really puzzled. He just needed to give him the address of this place.
"Hey lady!" Eisen was able to muster enough breath to talk. Thank Bigfoot. Maybe there's still a chance for me!!
"Can you tell the guy on the other end of the phone the address to this place? I need that to finish my order and... I can't... really... reach." Eisen tried one more time to lean over and pull the leash his phone was attached to but to no avail. Please don't say no. Please don't say no.
"Yes, and could you add extra bacon to that ple--"
HONK.
Eisen's organs convulsed and his pizza fantasy dissipated into the air when such a rude noise interrupted his bird call of love to the pizza shop. He let go of the phone then held on to it again, and with his other hand he reached out for whatever he could. The noise startled him so much that he dropped the concentration on his soles-- something he had learned to put on auto-pilot when he was fifteen. Yet, loud noises, insect bites, and the occasional smell of urine were enough to disrupt his mutation usage. A car honk was up there on the list especially when he had been ordering his favorite pizza just a moment ago.
So he hurtled, down down down. He was able to pause his clothing, but at the velocity and sudden drop, as he whispered his apologies to the pizza dude, he ended up hurtling straight for the honkity noise origin.
With a thug-like thud, which did sound a lot like a thug grunting, Eisenhowever landed on whatever or whoever's car decided to park on the no parking sign spot. The smooth, sunbaked roof of the car smacked against Eisen's back and he lost his grip on the phone as it swung out to the side and smacked against the woman's window. The sound of the pizza man's concerned voice crackled through the phone's screen whilst Eisen groaned out in his soreness. Sweet. Now he was hitching a ride on someone's sunroof.
All the air escaped out his lungs and he required a few moments to fully consider what just happened to him. No cones. No parking. No phone on the job. Maybe now was a moment to regret.
"Honkity honk honk. Honk, honkity. Honk. Honk." Eisen rapped to himself, if one could consider the repitition of onomatopoeia as a type of rap. He hovered fifteen feet off the ground, suspended by his own mutant ability to pause things, such as his sneakers, in mid-air. Hence, if he had a superhero or vigilante nickname, he'd have appropriated the name "Pause" to himself. On top of his seemingly docile mutation laid his seemingly indifferent attitude.
He rapped incessantly to purge out the voice in his head that could have spelt many regrets that morning. Remember to block of the sidewalk, Eisenhower. Block. Off. The. Sidewalk. Ya hear me? Eisenhower! Obviously Eisen had heard his loudmouth boss that waffled from laissez faire leadership to micromanagement on the daily. Maybe he was more micro-managey because of him... Nahh. Eisen discarded the need for a babysitter ten years ago, when he learned how to sneak out of the house and the babysitter refused to watch him any longer. Poor dads of his, unable to find a replacement, so much so that Eisen learned to take care of himself.
"Obviously no one's going to park in front of this business building." Eisen had taken note of the NO PARKING OR STANDING ANYTIME! signs that stayed below him. Thus, he was reasonably secured that no one would mindlessly park next to his telephone repair truck, which was also obviously parked on the NO PARKING OR STANDING ANYTIME! spot that he was certain other people would follow unlike he. He at least had a permit to be here, for goodness sake. Honkity. Honk. Honkity. The nagging voice kept coming back, however, and Eisen disturbed by how persistent this nagging remained, had to take a breather and search for his phone. Another voice blared in his ears, the same micro-managey voice of his boss. "NO PHONES ON THE JOB, EISENHOWER!" That one he imagined in all caps, because the last time his manager, whose name was Carl by the way, showed up to supervise him, he was one his phone listening to Metallica, which should have been enough to justify using his phone. But Carl didn't agree.
Eisen also worried that he'd drop his phone from this height and have to get another cracked screen checked, but thankfully he bought a phone leash. Phone leashes were the bomb nowadays, at least in Eisen's mind, so that he could not have to worry about the fifteen foot drop beneath him onto the concrete. He was certain he could catch himself, but not certain he could catch his phone.
The job was almost done anyway, so Eisen decided to ring up the closest pizza place. Meatlovers. Honkity honk, Carl. The job was done and Eisenhower wants his meatlovers pizza.
"Woah! Hay un grande problema!" Eisen blurted out in the Spanish he probably misheard his Papi using. The floating eye-ball with eyestalks Eisen failed to notice earlier was nonchalantly chatting with a female janitor outside. The eyestalks it had underneath its huge head, of which was also an eye, were being used to wrap around the woman, of whom which was endowed with a grand set of chest stuffing. She was practically three times Eisen's age, however, not that he did not consider such women to be beautiful, but that she was old enough for him to not be jealous of the old eye-stalker. No wonder the chica with the apologetic words, who basically ignored him for the floating eyeball, remained wrapped by the eye-figured entity.
Was she into such things herself? Eisen considered that a slight turn-off.
"Um, if you're into things like that, you're probably at a loss, chica." Eisen turned to her and placed an arm over her shoulder reassuringly. Then he brought her into dim darkness of the movie theater to shield her from the sight. If he knew he were crossing boundaries right now, Eisen probably would not think to much about it. All he knew was that, from one hopeless romantic chasing a lover to another hopeless romantic chasing an eye-ball entity, he could sympathize.
"If you want me to help you get with that eyeball thing..." Eisen took his arm off her and eyed their surroundings. Another eyeball thing floated in the corner, wrapping his arms around a bucket of movie popcorn and dousing it in extra, extra butter. The cashier did not mind at all, which infuriated Eisen. People, even eye-ball creatures, should not be given the freedom to procure so much butter! He almost stomped off in the direction of the butter hogging creature when he realized that there were more of them. Another was walking through the front doors and another was eye-ing the movie posters placed in glowing boxes alongside the entrance. Initially he thought that the chica would be at a loss for eye-entities to speak to, but he guessed he was wrong.
"Look! There are so many of them, you don't have to be jealous. I guess this pond has more fishes in it if that's what you're looking for." Eisen pointed at the eye-ball creatures he noticed, though he ignored the one with the extra movie-popcorn butter. That guy was just too despicable to give any more attention to.
"Sunday! BLOODY Sunday!" Eisenhower rocked out on the rooftop near the movie showings, sitting with his headphones and Bloop Razzle Slurpee that he'd refilled three times that day already. Something about the late morning and early afternoon made him think about the fact that he was still a lonely bachelor living with his one-eyed cat and no true friends and very little true adventure going in on his life, unlike his early twenties. Sometimes he felt the looming closeness of his quarter-life crisis coming early, so much so that he refused to look himself in the mirror for fear of catching a spare white-hair in his golden-red locks or an extra set of wrinkles under his already baggy eyes. Today was fricken Sunday and he'd already snuck in to see a couple of movies, chick-flicks, because he thought that maybe watching the movies a boyfriend was forced to watch with his girlfriend would stimulate enough of the Universe's energy to thinking he actually had a girlfriend and one would magically show up out of the blue- maybe even surface from the popcorn-littered movie theater seats and sneak a hand around his waist and give him sloppy, loud kisses with Quintissential Quartet in the background.
As he opened his eyes and laid his head on the concrete ledge painted in bird scat, he remembered why he was so alone. He f*cking was a bag of nerves around women and instead of reaching out to them, imagined big sloppy kisses during chick-flicks. He cursed his own insanity, believing that if he watched just one more movie even though matinee was almost ending, a pretty lady would magically glomp onto his waist.
Thankfully he thought about refilling his Bloop Razzle. Maybe that King Gorilla vs Lizard God movie would do the trick. He could stay afterwards and while he pretended to loiter around, wait for a female janitor to sneak his all famous one-liner, "Here to clean me up?" The futility of watching another lone movie by himself was enough for him to have decided to move on from his wistful Bloody Sunday karaoke and descend from his perch, to the strange looks of those sweethearts below the movie listings that didn't have the wherewithal to give him a decent stare. Some even ignored him outright, furrowing their Gen I brows at the indecency of seemingly innocuous mutants of their day, which Eisen thought himself as. He gave them a blue-purple tongue of disdain, before running into the theater for the third time that day and stumbled upon a gorgeous beaut.
"I bet she has a gorgeous accent." He muttered under his breath, as he slicked his ginger hair back and mustered his best Eisenhowever-freckled smile.
"Hola chica! Muy bien." He pointed at her, totally expecting to be slapped in the face, but hey. At least he still had the entire afternoon and evening to recoil from being slapped in the whiskers.
Eisen joined the avatar’s humming of the Mission Impossible Theme, though he had to crane his neck opposite his upside down position a coupe times to shake off the blood-rushing-to-his-head feeling. Something about camping in an alley, off of work, with little to no care in the world except for the possible risk of being caught for trespassing, scrambled Eisen’s adrenaline and dopamine reward system. So much that he almost yelped out in excitement.
He extended his arm out again after putting Oli back in the phone pocket on the backpack. The keypad beeped under Eisen’s touch as he punched in the code 1-1-1-1.
BEEP! The little guy had stuck to his word. Eisen waited, listening for an alarm to sound. After a moment of silence, he continued humming the Mission Impossible Theme until he realized a problem with his position. He pressed down on the door handle with no problem, but as an upside-down, villain-esque Spiderman, he was in a poor position to pull the door outwards enough to slip himself through the door that Oli had so neatly reconfigured for him.
In order to keep his cool points, for Eisen did not want to reveal his lack of thorough thinking to his accomplice, Eisen pulled an inverse-flip off the wall and back onto his feet, front facing away from the door. He planted his hands on his hips and stretched out his arms and legs that had grown sore from being coiled up for the past couple minutes. Yes, he had wasted a few minutes but nevertheless, the mission had to continue.
As he turned to open the door, with his feet planted firmly on the ground, the handle turned on its own. Then it began to swing in their direction. A man who was more torso than lower body and a nice grisly beard walked through the door caring two hefty trashbags, black as licorice.
They soon made eye contact, but the man lugged forward by the inertia of the hefty bags. Silence filled their encounter as the man scanned Eisen from the top down, not visibly startled but certainly still surprised. Eisen waved, gloved hands, sweatband and all, still humming the Mission Impossible Theme.
“You a friend of Titus? Don’t look like the dumpster diving kind.” The torso dude had on an apron as well with the greasiest stains near his crotch area. He walked past Eisen to toss out the trash, a few feet away from the door.
Eisen eyed the entrance.
“I can finally dive, now that you’re here!” He blurted, wanted to slap himself in the face.
Luckily the dude chuckled, unphased. He gave a heavy grunt as he hefted the bags into the dumpster.
“Be our guest. If you’re looking for beer bottles, it’s too early in the day though. And if you’re not a friend of Titus, you should probably watch out.” He came back towards Eisen, ready to head back to kitchen duty.
“Before I squeeze into that mess…” Eisen caught the door as the dude went back in. “Could I use the little boy’s room first?”
“Eh. Why the hell not? Down to the left.” The man shrugged as he let Eisen in after him and pointed down a dingy hallway with a blinking lightbulb.
“Don’t forget to flush.” The man said as he took to the right and headed down the kitchen area. Eisen took out Oli’s phone and shrugged at the avatar.
Down the hallway were two doors and a stairway leading upwards. If they wanted to go straight to the entertainment area, going through the kitchen and past the other chefs would definitely be the way to go. The stairs past the bathroom also probably led upstairs, to another dining area with which they could more easily blend in.
“Wanna see what’s cookin?” he asked, though uncertain if the avatar really cared about what was on the Dave and Buster’s menu.