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.
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It was...conflicting. Here he was, trying to find any small snippets of the decades of life that he had missed out on, and the one person whom he was feeling like he could trust turned out to be one holding onto the most vital information. He almost felt physically sick at the idea of it, a feeling which only got worse as he looked at her face. He needed an explanation, and he needed it now.
By the expression on her face he could see that she knew precisely what he had been looking at. There was no way to go but forward when he asked if she had known. He already knew the truth, now it was time to see just how much she was going to commit to the lie.
The water swirled in the bottles, popping off the lids and swirling into the open air. His jaw clenched tightly as she spoke. She confirmed that she did know, since the first day. They had called next of kin, after all.
He remembered how desperate he felt when he was holding onto that wedding ring in his hands. The weight of it between his fingers. He didn’t know who he was married to and while he was certain it would have been painful to them to be married to someone that no longer recognized them, at least that was a pain they could have gone through together.
Instead it’s been months of struggling to know who he is only to have Ms. Taylor (or is it Mrs. Cervantes) withholding vital information.
In reaction to his confused, frustrated emotions, the globules of floating water took menacing shapes, spiking outward like little morning stars before fluidly bending and wrapping around his body like a protective serpent. His gaze turned down to the carpet, eyes boring holes into the floorboards as she tried to explain.
Once again his hurt-filled eyes locked in onto her. ”Responsible? Gemma, we could have gone through this together. I’ve been desperate for any kind of information. Anything. And you’ve just stood back and watched me go through that? For months? What else don’t I know?” He asked with exasperation. ”What do we have a house in the burbs? Couple a of kids? What?”
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He didn’t remember this. And it killed. It absolutely killed him that he was staring at this moment of time and he had absolutely no recollection of it. Instead all he felt were pinpricks of thoughts, little pokes in the corners of his brain that were aggravated as it rubbed too much with sandpaper. It hurt. Like when he first was trying to remember things, it hurt. But what was probably the most difficult for him besides staring at his older self in a scene that he couldn’t recall -- was seeing Ms. Taylor.
He didn’t recognize the place but he could surmise that it was some kind of restaurant. The tablecloth, the linen napkins, the single candle sitting in a round, glass bowl, the view of the river outside -- it was absolutely beautiful. But what was most shocking was who he was holding hands with.
They looked...happy together. He looked happy. All smiles as they posed for their seated picture, half-eaten food in the plates, love clearly in their expressions. Jorge sighed. That was him. He knew it was. He also knew this was important because it was tucked into one of his favorite books. But the confusion hung heavily in his mind as he tried to zero in his focus into the picture.
Conversations began to slip back in. Since she met him at the precinct, she had seemed...edgy and blocked off. She never alluded to who he was married to -- and the same in reverse. The look of pain on her face every time he mentioned or asked about it was telling now. The frustration over the lack of an answer had clearly blinded him; there was there in front of him this whole time.
His jaw clenched as he continued to stare at the photograph. His mind wavered between anger, sadness, and relief. It had just reached a culmination when he finally heard the soft ”...oh.” fill the dead air. He hadn’t realized she had returned from the bathroom and yet, here she was, standing before him, wearing an all too familiar expression that he could finally identify -- guilt.
Water began to churn. As the emotional fallout began, and still being far enough away from her aura, the water in their bottles began to spin and splash against the twisted caps as he struggled to maintain control under the silent tempest that was settled in behind his eyes.
”...you knew…” he whispered. After a pregnant pause he finally turned his head up, bleary eyes staring at her in the doorway. ”...this whole time. And you didn’t tell me?”
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The more Jorge watched, his eyes looking over the contours of her face, the more he knew just how dangerous this was. Not in a physical sense, but rather the danger of crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. She was a beautiful woman and, yes, he was actually feeling just a bit lonely after all this had happened. Of course such circumstances didn’t make for the best of possible decision-making skills.
His hand hovered over hers for an instant too long. Both of them seemed briefly taken aback, Jorge pulling his hand back to his own side of the table, Gemma seemingly conflicted about something. In the end she agreed that it was a hard job sometimes and something she may indeed bring up with her boss. However, as soon as she said it, she muttered something about needing a moment and stepped away from the table.
Jorge watched as she walked away. Not in a leering way, but more out of disappointment. Did he offend her? Was there a misunderstanding (or a standing that he didn’t mean to reveal?)? His lips skewed into a confused, saddened expression. What was he doing?
He really did begin to feel bad now. Maybe he had made her uncomfortable. She was being nothing but nice to a man she used to work with and who couldn’t remember her in the slightest and suddenly he was having some rather inappropriate thoughts because he craved company. This was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. A resolute expression came to his eyes as he made the choice that, when she returned, he was going to be transparent and apologize.
Yeah. That was the way to go.
Shaking his head he picked up the book he had left on the table and sighed as he looked at the cover. One of favorites, and clearly a favorite of his older self. Ideally he began to flip through it, looking at the dog-eared pages and the highlighted passages. He only stopped when he could take a forkful of food, mentally trying to get his thoughts together for when Ms. Taylor returned.
It was as he got to about the middle of the book when something thicker than the pages got his attention. Curious, he opened the pages to that section and blinked when something slipped out and landed face down on the tabletop. He only set the book aside when he read the words that had been written on the back of the photograph -- in his handwriting: “1st Date Anniversary” along with a date scrawled next to it.
Picking up the photograph, he turned it around and stared at the image that looked back at him.
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Jorge watched the counselor as he made a side comment about her not telling him about his life. It wasn’t a ploy to get more information out of her, but rather just an attempt at bringing up conversation. It was a frustrating subject. He wanted to know. He was desperate to. But he didn’t want to appear too overly focused on it. After all, he didn’t know the person he was supposedly married to. And what was strange was the kind of comradery he was sensing from the precinct.
A few days ago, after he had started working there again, he had tried to ask a few of the officers who knew him about his past. Those few that he was close to seemed to grow instantly uncomfortable and denied knowing him that well. It seemed...unlikely. However he knew better than to push the issue. He just wished that someone would say something.
But he couldn’t focus on that right now. There was a lovely woman who had just brought him a lovely meal!
From her expression, she seemed a little tired. Things were obviously hectic where she was. On top of dealing with hormonal kids with mutant powers, she was also dealing with losing coworkers who had been deaged as well. Jorge felt a little bad upon hearing that. Not only because she was being overwhelmed but because he knew that he was one of those workers as well. He hadn’t even gone to the mansion to check it out. She had said that he was only there part-time anyways but...still.
He reached over, his hand resting on top of hers. He gave her a compassionate look as he spoke. ”I’m sorry you are having a hard time. Doesn’t make it any easier that I’m supposed to be partially working there too and have been affected by whatever this is.” He ran his thumb over her knuckles before he pulled his hand back, momentarily taken a little aback by the intimate comfort and cleared his throat before continuing. ”Well, why not ask? I’m sure the school is hurting for employees right now. Probably time to hire another. I...couldn’t hurt to ask, anyways, right?”
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Jorge was really enjoying this meal. But this was just so much more tasty. He didn’t know what Gemma did to the dish, but she absolutely made it better. Yeah, it was a little sad to have to be brought food, but then again, as he glanced over to Gemma, there really could be worse fates.
That was one thing that the watermancer was still having some slight issue with. Ms. Taylor was an incredibly nice woman but for some reason he felt...a certain kind of way around her. Any short of blind could see that she was attractive but Jorge almost felt guilty for feeling that way. She was a bit older than him and while that wasn’t really a concern of his, there was still something that was unsavory about it. As much as he wanted to learn about her, she was guarded. Plus, it wasn’t as if she were sending out signals that she liked him in any way.
Really, all this could be just because she was being nice. No, as much as he felt a lingering attraction to her, now clearly wasn’t the time for him to making any kind of stupid decisions. In essence, she was his only friend right now. No need to jeopardize that.
He shook such thoughts out of his head as he went on about working for the MRC. There was a lot to live up to from the “Jorge Cervantes” that they knew. A cop who had decades under his belt, years that current Jorge was just beginning with. Again, it was intimidating, but he was doing what he always wanted to do with his life. He just had to figure a way around it.
He looked up, momentarily abandoning his meal as Ms. Taylor began to speak about his older self. She went on to explain that he was a good cop and that this was the perfect place to learn to be one again. After all, this was New York City, a place built on the principles of ‘You sink or swim’. He smirked and nodded his head to her.
”Thank you, Ms. Taylor,” he said, nodding his head, and turning back to his food, Breaking off a piece with his fork, he sampled the meat again before continuing. ”But I’ve heard enough about Jorge. And,” there was some slight frustration, but nothing rude. ”you’re probably still not ready to who to tell me the wedding ring I wear belongs to, why don’t you tell me a bit more about yourself? At this point, you’re probably my only friend as it seems no one else has come looking for him since…” he gestured to himself. ”...This happened.”
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Okay so there were some benefits to having a friend come over all the time bringing home cooked meals: they were awesome. Ms. Taylor was an amazing book, so much so that despite his reminders that he knew how to provide for himself, he actually really looked forward to seeing what she would bring. In this instance, it proved to be exactly the hearty, rib-sticking meal that he was dreaming about -- meatloaf.
Honestly he smelled it before he even asked what it was that she brought. The scent of the formed, ground beef, veggies, and potatoes all wafted through the room and hit his nostrils. He almost felt carried off by the scent, like a scene from those classic cartoons he used to watch as a kid. Though earlier he had argued that he could provide for his own meals (which he could) he was not going to turn down a free home cooked meal.
”Wow. If I wasn’t hungry before, I certainly am now.” he smirked. ”You don’t do anything half-heartedly, do you? Smells great!”
Chuckling he moved up to the able, gave her a warm smile and proceeded to grab a few of the serving utensils that he had pulled earlier. Taking up a plate he served both himself and the counselor, leaving her plate in front of her. Once his own plate was filled, he took a seat at the table, and sighed as he unfolded his napkin.
After taking a bite of the food his eyes rolled up into his head and let out a rather inappropriate groan. Then, as if realizing what he had just done, he smirked and took up his napkin, wiping the corner of his mouth.
”Ugh, sorry. That is just...I think that’s the best meatloaf I’ve ever had.” He took a sip from his water before speaking again. ”MRC has been fine. Still get strange looks now and again. They keep telling me I was some amazing cop and I’ll find my feet soon enough, but, eh,” he shrugged his shoulders. ”Doesn’t help with the pressure, you know?”
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With her water bottle set down and the food being laid out, Jorge knew that it would have been rude to sit and chow down right then and there. He had been cleaning this whole time and managed to work up a bit of a sweat. Even though he wasn’t done yet, and would probably get back to it once the counselor was gone, it was only appropriate that he freshen up a little in the meantime.
So he excused himself briefly from the living / dining room and moved into the bathroom. There he turned on his shower, removing his sweaty and dusty clothing. After he climbed in, he called back out to the woman as he heard her question chase after him.
”On and off,” he said. ”Some of the books I know I had when I was in Miami, and some are new to me. Still they are interesting reads.” He shrugged under the deluge of water.
Now that he was firmly out of Ms. Taylor’s adapted field, he could see and feel the water everywhere in his building. It felt nice. To feel connected with his mutation like this. That was the only drawback of her visits, the constant gag on his abilities. He understood the necessity of her working at the mansion, and definitely kept things controlled when there were tons of adolescent mutants with insane abilities. But too long in her presence? As nice as she was, it did feel a little restrictive. He was honestly glad they kept their interactions to a lunch and chit-chat before she headed off.
Once he was done with his 5-minute shower, Jorge exited, dried off, and changed into cleaner, more fitting clothing: jeans and a t-shirt. As he emerged from the hall, tugging his shirt down over stomach, he offered her another friendly smile as he stepped up to the table.
”What’s on the menu today, Ms. Taylor?” he asked inquisitively.
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Jorge smirked as he led Ms. Taylor into the apartment, clearing some room for her on the table so that she could place down whatever food she was bringing this week, he moved on past her, setting his book on a nearby table. He grinned at her comment, agreeing that home cooked food wasn’t fast food. Still, he felt a small need to defend his chosen choice of cuisine and shot her a faux-hurt look.
”Hey, those wrappers and microwaves pump the food with all sort of scientific waves packed with superpowered nutrients.” He shrugged. ”At least that’s what the Fast Food Council of Burgermen say. And who are they to lie?” He smirked and headed into the small kitchenette. ”Do you want anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?”
The kitchenette was small, but there was easily enough space for him to move around. Opening the fridge he pulled out a bottle of water and some napkins. He knew how to be a good host, even if the person who was coming by was just doing so to drop off some food. Besides, sometimes Ms. Taylor stuck around and they got to chatting. He enjoyed the company. It was good to have someone to talk to who knew the man he had become, even if it was just in a comradery capacity.
Returning from the kitchen, he set down his bottle of water and the counselor’s choice of drink and some napkins. He glanced at her for a second, offering her a slight smile before he continued to set up the table. It was odd. He was growing used to her visits, even looking forward to them. Though he was frustrated by the decided lack of information she was giving him concerning his marital status, at least she was someone who understood what was happening.
Her presence was...comforting.
Stepping back from the table he glanced towards his bedroom. ”Um, I’ll wash up real quick. Stay for lunch?” he asked cautiously. ”I could use a friendly face today.”
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He needed to clean. The apartment itself wasn’t messy, but while Jorge had been living here, trying to remember something about who he was, he hadn’t been doing much in the way of upkeep. Not that he was a messy person. But a couple of plates had piled in the sink and there was a book he had been reading that was lying on the floor for the, what, third day in a row? No, just because he couldn’t remember the person that lived here, didn’t mean he needed to be a slob.
So, today was dedicated to cleaning. He was starting to go being (go back?) to work for the MRC but they were still keeping him on for limited hours. He didn’t have as high a rank than he had supposedly earned before being deaged, but they knew he was a good cop and didn’t want to lose him. So he would be gradually introduced into his former capacity, for however long this phenomena lasted.
Until then, he had an apartment to clean and organize. Today the young officer was dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, moving around his place, dusting, stacking, and generally trying to make the place more presentable. Not that he had any company...save for Ms. Taylor. She still came by.
Ms. Taylor. He was grateful for her help, truly, but it still irked him that she was hiding something. She flat out refused to tell him anymore about whomever he was supposed to be married to. If he was currently married, why was he being kept from his wife? Certainly she, or he, could help him to fill in some places in the decades of years that he was now lacking. It was frustrating, but Jorge didn’t want to push the guidance counselor. She was being so nice and helpful. That last thing he wanted to do was push away one of his only current friends.
Ducked into the closet, Jorge had pulled out a couple of boxes with books that were stacked inside, some paperwork, and random clothing. He was sure he could clear out some of this or at least put them in a better area than the closet floor. Shaking his head, he pulled out a couple of books from a box, flipping through them before he tossed them back inside.
There was a better way to organize all these. Maybe he’d swap out some of the books from the shelf out in the living room? Rotate them out, make things seem a little fresh. He was about to stand when he heard something clink inside the cardboard box. His interest piqued, he investigated and found that there was a slightly smaller metal box inside. A combination lock was attached, securing the box but, surprisingly, he found himself reaching for it and began turning the lock in perfect sequence without stopping.
Click. The lock opened. Huh. Seems some of that muscle memory was lingering. Opening the lid he found, inside, what looked to be some important and/or official looking documents and well as a couple more books. Among them was, surprisingly, his favorite: “Pride and Prejudice”. It was old, worn, and definitely looked well read from the outside. Huh. His hands were poised to flip the book open when a knock came to his door.
Curious, he stood up, walking to the door and grabbing the edge of his tanktop. Lifting it up, exposing his youthful, firm stomach, he dabbed the sweat from his forehead as he opened the door.
”Oh hey Ms. Taylor,” he said with a genuine smile. He tugged his shirt back down. ”Sorry. Cleaning.” he said, referring to his attire. He tilted his head, smirking. ”Home cookin’ day already?” He teased, opening the door for her to enter. ”I appreciate the company, Ms. Taylor, but you don’t have to keep bringing me food. I can assure you, I know dial the fast food restaurant down the street.”
He grinned, closing the door behind her as he took up his book once more and started to move things around so she could have a seat without being accosted by junk.
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It was a good idea, but it was also one that he was extremely surprised by. It has been months since Jorge was returned to his apartment by Gemma Taylor, months that he has had to sit, trying to understand what happened to him. This whole time he has been trying to get back into the swing of some kind of a life but everything just seems so...difficult. By his latest recollection, it’s decades prior to the current date. That made acclimating a...problem.
But, nonetheless, he was doing the best he could. He returned to work, still for the MRC, but he wasn’t handling the case load that apparently he used to handle. He was going to start in a lower capacity, as a junior detective. Amends would be made to his pay to help compensate for the fewer responsibilities, hours, and what happened to him. All in all, as much as he wanted to be upset by the idea that he lost some big titles, he knew that it was for the best. He still needed to find his feet in 2020.
However, that also meant that he needed to find things to do. He couldn’t focus on work all the time and with Ms. Taylor still being a little distant from him, he had to forge some kind of a life. So when he heard about the invitation from Haven to partake in an event for de-aged individuals, he admittedly wrestled with himself on whether or not he should go. After all, he was supposed to be a 50 year-old man who was knocked back into his mid-20s. Then again, it wasn’t as if he remembered those he was that old.
It took some time but eventually he decided that, without a doubt, he needed to start smaller. He wouldn’t attend this party but maybe he would try going out to a bar or some other event where he could try to live things up. You know, to slowly reintroduce himself back into the world. That was probably the safest thing he could do. It was a good plan.
Then that plan was sent hurtling out a window.
He didn’t know what possessed him. Maybe it was the fact that he was heating up the same mac-and-cheese dinner he had been having all week. Maybe it was because he put on the same ghost hunting show that he kept calling ridiculous every time he watched it. But something caused him to change his mind. And that was why he decided to go out after all and take in some time in a hot tub.
Jorge didn’t know anyone here. He felt momentarily out of place when he walked in but after changing into his swim trunks (with thick, blocked off stripes that followed a color palette reminiscent of the ocean), the bare-chested, scruffy-faced police officer started to blend in a bit more. As he passed through the interior, stopping off for a drink at the bar, he soon found (via overhearing) that he wasn’t the first old-timer to apparently find youth again. A man was there, strong, blonde, muscular, who said that he was actually 70 years old . Kudos to him and the young man he walked away with, arm-in-arm.
Smirking and shaking his head, Jorge ordered himself a soda (not wanting to dull his senses too much so early) before he walked away, heading for one of the hot tubs. It was relatively empty so after claiming a corner spot, he steadily slid in and sighed. This wasn’t bad. The water felt nice.
He nodded to the other party goers who were eyeing him and gave them a gentle nod. ”Evening,” he said, before taking a sip of his drink and letting his body soothe and float. Yeah, this felt good.
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Sooooooo, Mods have approved me to post this. I came up with a silly idea, something to help us get through these tough times and imagine something fun for all of us to take part in. If you are intrigued, then continue to read below!
PLOT: Spruce Gotem is 12 years old and absolutely obsessed with Gotchamon. Video games, card games, toys, he has loved them ever since he was really young. Evidence of his passion can be seen in his room, which is decorated with posters, statues, plushies and every sort of merchandise that can be thought up. His obsession has gone so far that he has dubbed himself as the Gotchamon Champion and his four best friends as the Superior Four.
But his life of games and make-believe will come to an end. He has been having terrible headaches of late. Headaches that make his ears split and his eyes roll back in his head. It is during one of these particularly bad headaches that a force is unleashed. His mutant powers activates and there is a ripple sent across the city.
A large chunk of the city is now encapsulated in a giant dome, the likes of which they cannot seem to escape. But do they want to? Because within, reality has begun to fracture and rewrite itself into a world the likes of which you have never seen. It is the world of Gotchamon!
WHERE YOU COME IN: It’s simple. Anyone caught within the psychic, reality warping blast will be affected (including Adapteds) and brought to GotchaWorld!! The section of New York underneath the dome will become the world of Neo Ryok. Within this world, mutants, humans, and adapteds, their powers, skill, and passions, will manifest as a loving and loyal Gotchamon.
What manifests...is up to you!
Is your human a really great fighter? Then a fighting-type Gotchamon will appear. Do they have a red-hot temper? Then a fire-type Gotchamon will appear! The same is said for Adapteds!
Mutants, meanwhile, will have their mutant powers stripped away and, instead, their abilities will take the form of a living, breathing Gotchamon. Example, JORGE CERVANTES is trapped in the blast. He will not be able to manipulate water himself, but his powers will instead manifest as the Gotchamon, Blastoise.
PURPOSE: SLICE OF LIFE: Sign-Up is for those people who just want to run around and make their own stories in the world of GotchaWorld! They can RP with others who’ve signed up, have a bit of fun, battle, train, pretend that Miltanks aren’t being slaughtered for Milburgers, etc!
And that's it! Interested? Sign up below and lets get the game started! Once a few people have signed up, I'll post up the opening solo and you all can go where you please!
SIGN UP FORM: CHARACTER(S): OCCUPATION (in GotchaWorld, i.e., trainer, nurse, Team Booster): GOTCHAMON COMPANION(S):
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Jorge thought he was handling this deaging phenomena fairly well. Sure there were a lot of things he didn’t know or understand. The constant itch of the familiar in the back of his brain but he just couldn’t scratch it. His memories were still a mess, still focused on what he understood as his present, lacking the last several years of his life. But for as traumatic as such a thing would be to, well, anyone, he was handling it fairly well. There was one caveat -- his powers. It seemed that the years that he was missing, he had developed into a far stronger individual than he ever could have imagined.
That was all well and good for the most part. But in Jorge’s situation, and probably many others, he was plopped down into the middle of a maelstrom of powers with very little understanding and a steep learning curve.
One of his new, more interesting abilities, was sensing people near him. It went along with finding sources of water but instead it was the water carried within people themselves. It worked as a sort of echolocation, giving him an idea of who was around and being able to follow or watch out for them.
He knew someone was rounding the corner. As his cart rolled, the items shook and rattled within, his eyes had been drawn away towards a spot on the shelf that wasn’t filled with what should be there. That was when he felt the ping. That source of water that was just on the other side of the shelf. By the time his brain interpreted this information, his head turned back around just in time for his basket to clash heartily against that of another’s
The jolt shook through his arms, causing him to jump and immediately pull his cart back. Without seeing what had fully happened, he uttered his apology, apparently at the same time as the other person.
”No, no,” he said in a comforting tone. ”I’m sure it’s my fault. I was just...a little distracted.”
It was a woman he had bumped into. Luckily it was with her basket and not herself. Given how distracted he had been, he could have easily caused her more harm than some would consider possible. He couldn’t his and her stars and that there was a cart of metal and groceries between them. He then attempted to pull his cart away, to dislodge not only from hers, but the metal shelf as well.
”Are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern. ”You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
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Jorge
He had to get out of the apartment. The last day or so Jorge had been by himself, pouring over everything in hopes of finding something familiar to him. Photographs, memorabilia, anything that would spark his memories, that would feel familiar. He found a couple things here and there that felt like him, just knick knacks or unconscious behaviors. However they weren't enough to truly feel comfortable. They were just...there.
The guitar he held perfectly in his hands fit like a glove. A well worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice" looked as if it had been read hundreds of times, though he remembered distinctly just buying it for himself brand new. And tons of little examples of muscle memory taking over clued him in that this was his apartment...he just couldn't fully remember it. And that was maddening.
It was like sitting in the house of a group partner that you've been assigned. He knew it was safe. He knew he was okay. But it still felt so off. The only bright spot was the visit he got from Gemma Taylor.
She was...interesting. He didn't know why but of all the strangeness happening in his life, he did feel comfortable with her. When she brought him the files about his powers and his older-than-hell bulldog, Lizzie, it brought a smile to his face. She was clearly a damn good counselor.
But he needed some time alone. He knew he couldn't search with someone looking over his shoulder, especially since she was still not offering up all the information. So he searched. And he searched. And searched. There was nothing but pictures and knick-knacks that offered him vague sensations but nothing concrete.
That was what spurred him out of the apartment. Well, that and his fridge was near empty and the dog food was low. Lizzie, despite her advanced age, was not going to take that lying down.
So here he was, at the corner store, carrying a basket and wandering the aisles. His clothing wasn't his, but some extra clothes that Ms. Taylor had gotten him from the school. Lost-and-found or standard gym wear, he thought. Now he was wearing dark, navy blue sweatpants and a black hoodie with "Chess of Crowns" (a TV show he's never heard of) printed on the back. Luckily no one seemed to say anything. Maybe it wasn't a good enough show to illicit conversation.
Wandering about, Jorge began to wonder if he went to this store often. It was in walking distance. He thought of this while tossing some bacon into his basket with lettuce, bread, cold cuts, and a couple other necessities. Did they know him here? Would they recognize him? Hrm...mutely he continued on, heading for the dog food section when he found himself distracted by a shelve of bagged popcorn. That didn't go there.
Sadly he couldn't celebrate a newly recovered muscle memory for long when he felt his basket thud against another's.
"Oh jeez! I'm sorry," he apologized quickly "Are you okay?"
