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.
Posted by Remy Reid on Apr 29, 2021 18:24:10 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
Remy liked to think she was patient, but in reality her patience was shorter the more she had something she wanted to do. In this particular moment her patience was woefully inadequate as she stared at the sleeping form of Desire McGee of whom she had extracted herself carefully from so she could get on with her morning. Calls made and a breakfast and coffee run (for Des) complete she was ready to be on with her day. Unfortunately her companion would sleep the day away if he could. The man was more cat then he would ever admit or just relishing in the downtime from his long years of service. Her internal timer hit zero and she leaned to poke him in the most ticklish part of his backside, prodding it over and over until he woke up. "Come on Des, we got shit to do today. Neither one of us drank that much or had someone over so it's time to get up." Being well, dead, had its advantages. In this case her ability to keep the excitement and emotion from her voice.
Poke, poke, poke, poke. "Kitcat we have an appointment to look at a place, you can take a nap later. I have coffee and breakfast. You can eat on the way." Finally stopping her ticklish irritating poking once it looked like he was not only awake but looking like he was going to get up. Crossing her arms under her chest and waiting imperiously for the man cat to get his crap together. She had already dressed long ago and was in her usual black tank top and daisy duke ensemble complete with holsters under each armpit and shiny silvered guns sitting in them. If she was still alive she might have even felt the need to tap her foot. As it was the slight irritated contortion on the side of her face would have to do.
Posted by Remy Reid on Apr 29, 2021 17:08:22 GMT -6
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Remy glanced to him and gave him an amused smirk. "That and considering I could probably manage it in reality prolly making think you win either way." Even she would be interested in watching someone eat a whole pair of sweatpants so she couldn't blame him. It wasn't like it would kill her either way. Not that it would be the most comfortable of situations.
Her amber eyes seemed to glow just a moment as they fell on him laying in her lap followed by a moment of complete stillness on her part broken by the tiniest of shrugs and her hand went to his hair and gave it a playful yank before soothing it out and actually petting him as if it was perfectly natural thing to do. Far more than a pity pet with the behind the ear scritches added in, playing up to his cat side as much as she could. It was odd to think this was the longest conversation she had held with a person in gods know how long that wasn't purely professional grade small talk before discussing jobs or acting them out.
A flash of a curl of her lip flitted in and out of existence at the mention of torture and her free hand pat him on the chest reassuringly. No judgement from her, people all coped in their own ways. "You talking about that X place? I imagine they are pretty used to threats and the like. In my opinion governments types are always worried someone will try to overthrow the government. I doubt your past matters to someplace like that. Capable people are always in demand, even Frogmen." Poking him in the chest even as he continued to pet him. "No plans myself as to what I want to do with myself in New York. Guess I will just have to see."
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 21, 2021 6:21:26 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
The woman seemed rather ambivalent to Remy, not that she blamed her one bit. She just walked into the office and asked for a job with some circumventing of security measures. It was basically an average Monday for Remy. Ah wait there was a smirk, the other ice queen did have emotions. Fun.
"Eh, if you listen to them they will just say everyone needs one." Giving a faint shrug at that and leaning over to pat the ashes of her cigarette into a potted plant with a finger flick. Now they were getting to the interesting stuff. How much to say how much to say. She mentally mulled over for a moment.
"You'd figure it out eventually if you hire me, but in a nutshell I am dead, but not. So undead. No bitch Romero zombie either. Shoot ME in the head and I will just come back, and more pissed too." Eyebrows pitching upwards a bit in obvious curiosity to how Svetlana would react. "Heck maybe zombie is a misdirection. Don't hunger for brains or anything like that. What I do hunger for.. well I only share that shit with bosses or friends. Right now you ain't either."
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 14, 2021 22:10:13 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
A far more interesting question arose then having to sales pitch herself. No wonder no one could get a job in the states. She was a trained operative and had to jump through hoops. Immagine some poor sod fresh out of college.
"A far more relevant question for our discussion. Any American based mercs trying to come up with a background check wouldn't come up with anything. I don't exist anymore. They get their panties in a wad about not being able to know what ya ate for breakfast in the third grade." An exaggeration, but probably not by much.
"Why here? You seem to be trying to do some actual good with mutants and despite all my posturing I do have a soft spot for the 'grand old mission.' Haven is also practical enough to realize how to get it done. If it helps even a couple mutants from going through what I did then its worth it." She slinked off the desk and moved to look out the window thumbs shoved into her pockets.
"Plus you spend long enough tearing shit down you start to wonder if you can build anything up. As much as I love guns and explosives it is more fun if you don't have to use either everyday. Builds the anticipation." Shrugging a bit before shooting a sidelong grin at Svetlana. "Maybe it is just a fancy way of telling myself I need a break. Maybe I just want a permanent address for once. Maybe I want to see if I can even function around others. F*** I dunno I ain't a psychologist." Managing to snort and walking back around the desk to throw herself back into her seat legs spread and a heel tapping in an irritated manner as she pulled her cig back out and relight it. The insistant tapping fading as she took a long draw and held it for a long time. Introspection was not a strong suit of hers nor something she wanted to touch too deeply to begin with.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 13, 2021 6:55:06 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
It was true she was probably being more irritating than her usual self, but people were naturally contradictive when you poked at them which was telling in itself. Useful stuff.
"Me and the lord aren't on speaking terms, going to have to defer to an even higher power. As far as SUPER goes, you work for enough governance through intermediaries or take a few down you learn that governments aren't all they are cracked up to be. And please I am an atypical mercenary. Usual mercenary break and run if they think they can get away with it. Me? Money is just a way of keeping score. Never backed out on a deal in my life." The guy sounded interesting but not someone shed want to hang around long term ironically enough.
"Puh-lease. Recruited just means filtered. Can you trust your filter? You also need people who aren't afraid of the people with laser eyes and poison gas or are walking doomsday weapons." She really wished chuckling was an easier thing to fake instead she smirked and shrugged.
"I just do what I am told. Whose slimier for it? The one giving the order or the one following them, but your right enough in that. No upset stomach here for the less than tasteful. Speaking of if I wanted intel I could have just strapped the lovely lady into a chair and did some bad science on her and made her sing enough to be worth it." Drawing in a breath and resting against an arm propped up on her desk as a fake show of weariness. She was however slowly getting more serious.
"You can't be 100% sure though. Not that I have ever sold anyone out before. I been around long enough to also know you should keep one eye on your allies too. Not the guy next to you fighting for you life with you , no. The other guys, the reinforcements. People with hidden agendas. Usually some worthless bureaucrat. In this case maybe your BlackTac buddies. How do you know they won't sell you out? Maybe you need someone not on their," She used air quotes. "approved' list of people to go through the hiring process. I like to be a more of a direct salesman to potential interesting and seemingly worthy people."
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 13, 2021 5:54:54 GMT -6
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Remy didn't particularly like the way she had said they would take care of it. Ugh Russians! She crossed a leg and put out her half finished cig out on the bottom of her shoe and stuffed it into her pocket before getting up to plop her butt down on the edge of the desk in a mostly non threatening manner.
Then she switched to speaking Russian as the name was a dead giveaway. "You could just shuffle her off to a lower sec job. Typical heartless russian." Truth was she was interviewing Sveta as much as Sveta was interviewing her, twigging a potential boss was just feeling out the waters.
Back to English "You know how hard it is to keep a drunk talking about anything but themselves. So yes I do. Both the sleeping with and interrogating part." As if reading Sveta's mind just a bit, but mostly she was proud of her unabashed sexuality.
"It is, and because as far as conventional methods go I am probably the best choice that'll cross your desk all month. If your looking for some f***er that can shoot laser beams at their eyes or breath knockout gas or some shit I ain't your lady I will admit. You can get anyone to wear a uniform and a nightstick and pretend they are a security guard. Me? I am the swiss army woman of badasses. You can get yourself a dime a dozen security guard or you get a woman that can run an operation while driving through enemy territory with choppers chasing your a** and make it out with a hostage all before breakfast. Been training for, fighting or doing military shit for the better part of thirty years. And no I can't give you the name of my plastic surgeon." Grinning at the woman at her little joke.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 13, 2021 5:23:47 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
Remy wasn't particularly fond of Russians either. For some reason the bad ones always tried to double cross or renegotiate. "Well the best thing ya can do for them is just be better. Have to remember the reason why some of those people are so hell bent on winning dance or other competitions is the mafia makes them compete and it's the only way some of those families make money " Not that she was a fan but some cold war relics died painfully hard.
"Yeah why not? Metropolitan areas have a greater rate of non 'standard' sexual tendencies hence the word metropolitan. Figure that with all the crazy mutant stories on the news and figuring it back down for bias. Chances are pretty good I can wingwoman you into bed with an interested guy. If there isn't a few other guys that latin bar i'll eat my panties." grinning at him since they both knew she didn't have any on at all.
"Have to remember to get me a phone. Irritating inconvenience to get a new one every time." Looking over and noting how he was watching her she grinned as he was somewhat uncomfortable. "If your uncomfortable you can always lay your head on my lap till we get there." Grinning mischievously then shrugging. "Not sweatpants I can tell you that! So what the hell brought you to New York? You already know I died so thats not really a conversation maker."
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 13, 2021 4:57:57 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh and waved her cigarette around like the prop it really was. "C'est dommage. I have heard that before though and have had my way." It was clear she wasn't going to push that particular subject though.
Arching her own eyebrow at BlacTac before casually pulling out a phone from her bra and internet searching it real fast even as she answered. "No idea what that is." Then she found out and, "Ah." Curiosity satisfied the phone disappeared and she shrugged.
"One of your employee was drinking pretty heavily over a bad breakup. Overheard them drunk mumbling to someone else to console them. A couple more ill advised drinks later, a shoulder to cry on and some suggestive flirting. Whola. A Remy in your office and a closet bisexual freed from their torment."
Reaching into what little consisted of her back pocket to fish out a security badge she tossed it expertly onto Svetlana's desk a few inches from her hands. "Wouldn't go too hard on her. Needs some paid time off with a good therapist more than another kick in the..hoohaa. They were all set to get married and walked in on her man in a tryst, with her best friend." People could be so ugly to one another.
"Wasn't as easy as my expertise may lead you to believe though. Lots of training and practice in counter-intel." Shrugging it off like it wasn't that impressive. Compared to her kill count it really wasn't.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 13, 2021 4:31:52 GMT -6
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As far as she was concerned Remy had many years of learning how to be very persuasive in bedroom situations. Couple that with counterintelligence interrogation training/usage and she could usually get her answers before someone screamed honeypot.
Remy's interest did peak as the woman herself said she was a line of defense. "Well that should make it easier seein' as how your a fellow badass and all. Dresses really aren't my thing so you wouldn't catch me dead behind a desk." snickering at her unintended dead joke. Then shrugging and enjoying more of of the tobacco roll.
"Jim'll be fine. I don't get a chance to use my non lethal training as much as I'd like. Buy him a beer later and let him beat me at arm wrestling or some other macho bullshit and he will be over it I am sure. Yes I am here for a job with the room and board or some such. heard the pay was good and there isn't a lot of opportunities for mercenaries stateside unless you want to be a criminal."
A distasteful look crossed her face coupled with a brief crinkling of her nose.
"So what's a girl gotta do to get the job? Bang the boss?" An amused self assured smirk appearing on her face.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 13, 2021 3:38:23 GMT -6
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Jul 11, 2023 1:25:50 GMT -6
There was a certain perception Remy had to mercenary work. While it paid great you always ended up in someplace hot, wet, or nearly inhospitable. It was an immutable fact that for some reason, regions of unrest always had some combination of those three. Remy's opinion was that the climate had something to with the always grumpy people that lived in war torn countries. Not that the elements bothered her any longer she rather yearned for the trappings of civilization and all the fun stuff you could do or buy.
She didn't want to dirty her hands with some criminal organization that she would inevitably turn on or turn to bloodhound for the cops whom would frown on her almost uncontrollable desire to kill murderers. That left her somewhere in the middle. A gray zone between light and darkness. With her minimal contacts to her recently arrived name a stroke of luck from a drunken current employee, a long night, and some pillow talk later she had learned of semi secret interviews for some security force for a group called Haven. Mutant charitable front earned them brownie points.
A stolen ID badge later, sneaking, faking being lost, and a helpful employee later she was riding the elevator to wherever the interviews were being conducted. To keep herself breathing and noting the probable camera in the elevator she hummed along with the muzak until it dinged and opened up. With a million dollars worth of confidence she walked right up to the person behind the desk and lied right through her teeth. "I am here for the interviews. She will want to see me as soon as she can." A big grin crossing her face as the security guard in the corner was alerted with a look. "Now that ain't nice." The resultant scuffle lasting all of two seconds until the man was unconscious. "Now you can get your friend an ice pack while I go let myself in.." Setting the unconscious man into a chair as she wasn't a monst- evil person. Saluting to the secretary before letting herself in.
"Yeah I am looking for a Sveta, you her?" Sashaying into the room in her short daisy dukes and midriff revealing tank top to plop into a seat. Moving to stick a cigarette in her mouth and speaking as she did so. "Might want to ward off the rest of your security guys I know are coming, not here to kill ya." Taking a long drag and puffing it towards a vent.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 8, 2021 18:49:28 GMT -6
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"Like which spoons and forks to use and when." She muttered particularly amused. The vivid imagery of Des in a flamboyant colored tuxedo was almost worth going through the effort to laugh. High society events were always so boring. All the guys in black and all the women in whatever they thought their bodies could get away with and were always in varying shades of incorrect.
"Eh I promise to try not too. If their name comes up on a hit list.. suppose I could give them some fair warning." That was honestly the best she could and would do. She didn't feel like going in depth to all the ins and outs of her particular curse or mutation, whatever you called it, at this moment in time, if ever.
As she settled the account with the green looking manager her eyebrows perked and she gave an approving nod. "Perfect, I can wear my usual and we'll get you a Carlos and me a Clarita." Hmphing in amusement at herself as she crossed her arms over her chest and under her breasts and waited in practiced, quiet but irritated patience. The irritation was mostly at being in public in sweatpants of all things. Despite that her body was eerily, unnaturally still even. No usual rhythmic breathing from her chest or involuntary twitches of muscle. Just a constant low level combat alertness as her head and eyes swiveled slow and in deceptive casualness. Finally she inhaled slowly, a sure sign she was about to speak until she reprogrammed herself to look natural, again.
"Have to pick up a cheap phone in chinatown too I guess. Then you can give me your number and be forever cursed by my presence." Grateful when the cab pulled up and practically threw herself towards it, clambering in and waiting for him to get in to speak. "Chinatown." She threw at the cabbie in her usual no bullshit tone.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 8, 2021 17:10:43 GMT -6
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"Whatever he's got on tap is fine with me. Going to haveta wait till i get set up a bit here in town. So probably stuck with the run of the mill stuff for a bit." Shrugging and moving on. Great booze was hard to find, but cash opportunities were harder. She idly wondered if she should bother getting a current identity. Most people didn't care if a hired gun was an illegal as long as they did their job.
"I like to keep a low profile since im technically dead and all , but wouldn't mind learning some more formal dances. Could be useful for blending in if I get invited to a hoity toity job as a bodyguard." Then she'd have to wear something normal. The horror. "Your hometowns a real charming place then. A gasoline paint job might improve the surroundings then eh?" Ignoring his jibe about keeping up and instead shooting him a predatory grin and a shrug with a idle wave of her hand.
"Better not let me down otherwise I can think of some creative uses for your body." Her shoulder was solid and actually fairly warm from the scalding hot shower still. "Big strong strapping men are supposed to take out the garbage. It's 'the rule' gotta make you feel useful somehow. Go ahead and call a ride too while you're at it. Always more fun to fight people on their home territory and win." A grave tone indicating she didn't just mean about dancing either. "Speaking of..."
Her course diverted her to the front desk and her hand smacked on the bell in rapid morse code, her favorite four letter word followed by 'you' the manager stalked out then blanched at the sight of Remy eyebrows high and more then a little smug with the tiniest curl of a smile on her lips. "C-can I help you?" Remy waited until he was fully behind desk before she launched herself on top of it. Legs pulling him in and trapping him like a spider, whispered something in his ear that made him turn even more white and gave him a quick pat on the face. Mission accomplished she backrolled off the counter and pushed off with her hands to land on her feet looking pleased with herself.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 7, 2021 21:34:45 GMT -6
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"Always going to be a lingering sense of the dead, just in my nature now" Laughing took way too much coordination and effort to pull off correctly so she just flashed him another grin. "You may be as gay as the day is long, but you recognize a girls assets in the manner they deserve so I guess I can keep you around a bit longer. For a guy your's is grade A beef." Shooting a much deserved wink at him.
"Ahhh thought it tasted familiar. The best stuff is always illegal it seems like. No government oversight to but a damper on the creative process or something." Speaking of liquid perfection she took a sip and swished iit around in her mouth again.
"Eh, never competed. Dancing started out as just a more 'girly' hobby then it turned into something for me to get out all the typical teenage angst everyone goes through when they are figuring themselves out. Pole dancing? Maybe you could teach me a few things." Shaking her head a bir, more than a little amused. "Never went to a professional school or nothin' like that, but I figure I can't be half bad if I have outdanced more than my fair share over the last couple of decade."
As he memed it up her face smacked into her forehead yeah that was a drain the glass worthy moment if she had anything to say about it. Seemed almost a waste, but it was delicious. "Sure we can go dancin, but don't expect me to be wearing a dress. I only dress two ways kitcat. Tactical and comfortable." Giving him another wink before heading for the old clothes and stuffing them carefully into the garbage and wrapping it up. After extracting her pistol and hiding it in her much tightened up waistband. Her legs and hips moving at a natural alluring saunter. It was hard to make sweatpants look good, but she was trying her damndest.
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 7, 2021 20:28:47 GMT -6
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"I will blame your part animal senses for not saying I smell amazing. You part animal types usually get their tails in a twist all up when I am around. Normal animals too." Nodding to him about the ass part it was true and nobody ever complained to her about it within earshot if they were remotely sane. "Just the right amount of cushion I've been told." Smirking at him and her eyes lit up a bit.
"Moonshine? Why if your offering I am certainly not turning it down. Good moonshine is divine." Not really having the heart to tell him she can't get drunk in the normal sense of the word. He wasn't even the least bit stingy either! Picking it up she swirled the glass some to check clarity and sniff it before taking a healthy sip she swirled around some with the most contented looking face he had seen on her so far before swallowing. Not a single wince present. "That is some good shit. To new friends!" Toasting before taking a smaller sip.
"Pffft, been dancing since i was a kid. Dad thought i s was weird to have a girl more interested in guns and training and wanted to balance it out a bit. Been dancing ever since. Great exercise and makes it easy to get laid when everyone is staring at your bouncing breasts and shaking ass." Grinning at him in a more generous manner then she usually did. "Why you think you can teach me something?"
Posted by Remy Reid on Feb 7, 2021 19:44:28 GMT -6
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Remy hadn't meant to insinuate anything about anyone. Mostly she just wanted to prove to the officers they were dumb as all hell and neither of them needed to pay for sex. Des was an attractive guy scars and all. Some people wore their scars on the inside and were harder to suss out. It was a refreshing change of pace. Still she didn't like anyone in her vicinity being harassed by anyone , but her and she certainly wasn't about to let the cops have a win regardless of what country she was in.
With a generous helping of the shampoo to get all the streaks and death smell out her eyebrow perked as he heard his voice again. "Null sweat chummer." Chuckling a bit to herself at the obscure reference. "People are just jealous of your rugged good looks." Rolling around in the water one last time to ensure all the suds were off before killing the shower and grabbing a towel. It was more awkward to talk through the door then speak to him naked so she exited the bathroom and shrugged at him.
"Let's just say I hate cops and assumptions. So do I pass the smell inspection now soldier." Her voice ending in a sultry purr as she gave a rather acceptable naked pirouette before grinning at him impishly and throwing the shirt over her head. "Sweatpants really?" Glancing over at his hips then hrming softly. "I suppose it IS probably the most acceptable fit. Though if you tell anyone you saw me in sweatpants I will kill you." A far more feral smile indicating that was basically a promise as she plopped onto the edge of the bed to pull the sweatpants on.
"Don't suppose you have some alcohol in this joint? Nothing gets the taste of reanimation out like something strong." Arching a red eyebrow at him before continuing. "So definitely some clothes for me, then what you want to do Kitkat? Any plans?"
