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.
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An excited thwap, thwap, thwapping of a dog's tail drew Jude away from drooling on a stack of background check papers. The dogs were excited enough to be wagging out a percussive wake up call. While dog sitting was fun and all, he much preferred sleeping in his own bed with his own boyfriend.
"Finally." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and dabbed at the blurred dot matrix of information that had served as his pillow. His lazy yawn was almost instantly filled with Revvie's cold nose and that put Jude on his feet instantaneously. As rude as that awakening was, Dammit had been wagging her tail so enthusiastically against his chair leg that Jude wasn't getting back to sleep anyway.
Ranger and Boots were back, then. He'd take the dogs out one last time, swap his boss to re-set the timer and extend his prank, and be on his way.
Outside, Jude noticed almost immediately that things weren't quite right.
The dogs were excited, running up and down from the street to the door that was a shortcut for what was now a residence. They weren't serious about getting their business done, but Dammit in particular wouldn't leave the door alone. In fact, after Jude tried to call her back, she instead nosed her way inside what should have been a locked door. Jude noticed the flash of keys still in the keyhole.
Jude and a more polite Reville trotted after her as he checked his phone. It was later than he'd been told to expect them. So late that it was circling back around to early. He let Revvie in and pulled the keys from the door.
He wouldn't jump to conclusions about foul play, but it was unusual for either of them to be so careless.
He called quietly for Dammit and, to her credit, the beardog paused on the stairs to give Jude a look. She was... worried? That made Jude pick up the pace so he reached the residential door at the same time as the dog. The front door had been mauled, the door handle hanging at an odd angle. Jude caught the door itself just as Dammit was nosing it open.
He heard some very distinct, not unhappy sounds... and he knew now exactly why they'd been careless and impatient.
Had they already swapped back? Or, was it possible that they were...?
Dammit tried harder to nose open the door Jude was holding in place. Revvie nosed him from behind.
Jude was not sticking around to listen to this. He did not get paid enough. The dogs could very well wait downstairs in Ranger's office and if they did their business there, that was their own damn consenting adult faults.
A hand towel. Jude looked up and couldn't help but smile and shake his head as he accepted it.
"I can go with you the first time if you're nervous. Or... not. Maybe it's better without any pressure, but Rhia's on your side. So long as that's true, I'd trust her to be encouraging and kind. I mean, it's what she does for a living. I'm assuming she's good at it." Jude wiped at his abdomen with the hand towel, an affront to its name by improper body part usage! He wasn't exactly at his fitness prime, but he was somewhere between desk jockey and junior wannabe weightlifter. BlacTac employees had sorta rubbed off on him by way of having an in-house gym.
> "Don't you have a meeting later? Did we find your clothes?"
"Oh shoot!" One glance at the time and he wasn't panicked, but he was concerned. He'd absolutely forgotten between the floors and the lightswitch to nothing (IT HAD TO DO SOMETHING?!) "It's like a cascade of stuff- had to move one box to move another and- ah!" He stopped in the master bathroom to drape his shirt over the shower curtain. They'd at least had time to install the shower curtain. Now Jude wouldn't have time for a shower, though!
"There's some nostalgic stuff? It's heavy and the box looks unstable." Jude started plucking pieces out of the box one or two at a time, as many hands as he could leverage in his up and down rhythm to grab something and then find a semi-safe place on the floor. Manga- that explained the weight of the box. Plastic figurines of robots? They weren't heavy, but they looked fragile. Jude put those further away. A stack of laminated placemats? On the bed. A couple plates? Jude gathered as many as he felt he could safely carry and padded back out to the kitchen.
"Are these our plates? Or your parents? Or memorabilia? I'm not sure what to do with them." There was a catbus on the top plate so... really it could be any of those three options.
Oh. And he just launched right in. From what Jude could tell Zeldio was a person even if that was a terrible name. ”That’s great you can use what you already got.” If mutants were in hiding or something, he might’ve even won a prize for best animatronics or something. But now that they were all out, mutants were all over Hollywood.
Jude watched the leg wiggle and eventually remove itself from the hole above. Zaid had a lot of faith in Layne that was harder for Jude to trust since he didn’t really know them in the same way.
”Let’s not test the rabbit’s foot theory just yet… or ever.” He watched the ceiling imagining that he could tell where Zaid was walking. He should get back to unpacking, but it seemed prudent to check the entire ceiling for more hidden surprises.
But walking while looking up was a bit of a mistake. He walked right into a box, stubbing a toe and smashing a knee. It was nothing more than grumble-worthy, but it made him spill his last sip of coffee. Drat. He went to set the cup in the sink before he made more of a mess of himself and pulled his shirt off.
He was running water over the coffee spot when he heard Zaid on the stairs.
”It’s big. And you’re right it just needs some love. Just… if it turns out to be actually dangerous maybe we stay somewhere else until it’s stabilized.” He’d done some handy work at the Sebastian apartments. This was like that, only more official. As in, there were officials who cared how handy the work was done.
”I don’t think I’ve ever been expected to host anything before. I won’t say no to an office, though. Do you… have something you want for this place? Like a kitchen island? Or a bigger kitchen or something? I don’t think the plans said that was out of bounds...” He wrung the shirt out and shut off the water. Layne had to submit plans and they would have to follow those, but that was mostly finishing like keeping the crown molding and wood floors. They had to preserve historical details.
"Okay. I guess I'll be prepared, then." After all, it was easier to be someone else. Being himself but dressed oddly? Well, that'd just be awkward for everyone all around. "I've impersonated other people before for a job... I guess it's not too unlike that?" Yeah.
Of course Zaid already had ideas for himself. If it took time... well, there was always next year for Jude. "What game is that?" He was casual, oh-so casual, in his information gathering. There were birthdays incoming.
He tried a light switch, but it did something, so Zaid had to hop up and show him which it was. And he quite successfully showed off... nothing. Nothing happened.
"No. I mean, it's got to do something, doesn't it? Are there wires hooked up?" Actually... yeah. They should be unpacking. "No, you're right. We'll tackle this later. It's not actively making a fire. So it can wait. Even if that's more fun than unpacking."
It was, unfortunately, the adult thing to do.
Zaid went to pace or write things down... no, he found need for a lightbulb. Jude took his coffee back to a pile of boxes, sipping before ripping into a new one. Oh. Rugs and fireplace set... was this one of the boxes he'd gotten out of storage that technically belonged to Ghost? He heard a thump and saw a bit of dust fall, but the surprising closeness of some fast spoken Japanese made Jude look up...
"Was it a bad idea to move here?" He asked the wriggling lump in the ceiling because, honestly, it felt a little like a death trap money pit at the moment. "You okay?"
Jude rolled the blanket back into something like a fold and pushed it back into the box. He managed to get a pillow half out before getting distracted peeking over at the comic book that Zaid had pulled out. Someday he was going to read one of those.
"Oh. He looks spiffy." But knowing nothing about any of it..? "But...? He's not, like, Hitler Jr. or something is he?"
Zaid identified the hair on the pillow as dog hair and suddenly that pillow was looking less and less like a pillow that made the cut to stay in this house. Jude put it down slowly as if betrayed by it.
> "Maybe Evelyn can help with that..."
"Is it weird? Yeah. But weird is every mutant's middle name. If she's up for it, I say let's hire her. I'm afraid as it is we'd just break her brain, though."
> "...did you notice we have a light switch that goes to nowhere? I feel like that's a fire hazard waiting to happen."
He opened his mouth, but... that was probably wise. They needed a fire extinguisher sooner rather than later.
"Surely it goes somewhere?" He stood, paused, went to rescue his coffee, and flipped the nearest switch which turned on the overhead light. Not necessarily needed since the morning light was still streaming in. Why had he thought it was that one?
"Er. Which one does nothing?" Not that he was an electrician, but he was curious.
He opened his mouth to argue that the small towels had a place and use and... and he realized it really didn't matter. Ghost had kept things magazine-clean. He hadn't kept things nearly as tidy until he'd started to really live on his own and realized that some things really did matter. Like little towels.
Yes. He was fussy sometimes. It worked for him. He just had to draw clear lines and they'd be good, right? "At least you're washing your hands. I think that's where I'll draw the line and start running and screaming."
He sipped his coffee as Zaid sat and started attacking things directly. His box was musty enough for even a human nose to detect. Jude was still wondering what to do about the floor slant. Could he make a GPS marker or something to indicate this spot? He took a picture, realized that without context it was no good, and tried to reframe the shot to include a wall or something.
"Find me a cool guy to dress as and I'll dress up. Some of the hair seems really impossible, though. Even for a mutant." Forgetting what he had originally been meaning to do, totally derailed by the pen and good coffee and company, Jude also took a seat. His coffee got a seat of honor in a spot less likely to spill and Zaid indicated a box that was his.
"Ohhh, for me?" Jude ripped into it, feeling a little like it was a present. A disappointing present.
"Bedding. Er. Our bed isn't this size, but there's some pillows in here. How many pillows does one apartment need?" The comforter, too, would make a lovely cape.
"How many capes does one apartment need?" Okay so in practice, getting rid of things was actually quite a bit harder.
"The little hand sized towel is supposed to hang in the restroom. It's for drying the hands. After you wash them." He was sure Zaid knew that. Surely. Right? Jude sipped and nosed a box corner out of the way as the pen slowed and started to roll back and forth. "I dunno, we could make the round table cloth into a ravishing cape, I'm sure." Jude just wasn't used to having things. An apartment? Sure. But, his actual personal space had been miniscule. And before that he'd been homeless. Before that , he'd been a child. He sipped again.
>"You seem to have adjusted into the bachelor lifestyle much smoother than I did."
He choked.
"Well I didn't— I mean, Sebastian left, but he's in Ohio or something. Ghost is in California. It's kind of different." His adopted dad had only tried to end the world. Totally a rite of passage. Which he'd come out on the other side of.
"I want to respect what you want to keep. We'll find places for things. But... everything needs a place. I'd like to be able to walk across the floor in the dark without dying."
Jude toed the pen and tried to look around to see if he could tell what that meant. There was just too much junk to see.
"We'll deal with the floor when we get down to it."
He wanted to laugh, but the more the man talked, the more Jude believed him. The suit. The face? The car he'd just gotten out of? He knew Jude's name and face, he supposed. And his power shutting off? Definitely a coordinated effort. He stopped the video from playing on his phone and pocketed his earbuds. Suckers were expensive. He wasn't about to lose them from lack of forethought.
"I'd like to see your identification, sir. If you will?" There was no point in being impolite. Ghost had taught him as much. As for the question of in his home or in the car...? Jude glanced at his home. It didn't really feel it yet and it was far too messy for houseguests.
"We're in the middle of renovations." Jude returned pleasant smile for pleasant smile, feeling a little bit like neither one felt as pleasant as they might seem. "I don't think this space is guest appropriate. Could I buy you a coffee or tea instead?" Because holy hell, he was not getting in a car with a man with a plan, let alone one who was or had access to an adapted. If the price was a coffee to get neutral territory and keep Zaid out of things? So be it.
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He steadied a tower of boxes that looked ready to jump ship and snorted at Zaid's apology. "It's not like you gotta serve me. I can do it myself. I'll do it wrong, but I can." The suggestion that the floor was tilting distracted him from proving his point, however. How did one test a crooked floor? Or correct a crooked floor?
He got a quick peck that further distracted him, but... no. They were supposed to fix this, so they should fix this. After they unpacked.
"How crooked are we talking?" Zaid disappeared behind some boxes into his domain and Jude noticed a peculiar sound. A sort of rolling sound? He had to life a quilt from where it spanned two box towers to see a pen making its way across the room. Zaid reappeared as Jude was sliding a different box tower to the side so that the pen could continue its curved rolling path. The coffee was welcome. The nervous excuses were not.
> "I'm going to find the rest of the kitchen stuff today, I swear. I didn't think we owned so much..."
"I'm not bothered by the- okay. I'm totally bothered by the mess. Could we Marie Kondo some of this stuff? Or maybe it compresses down when it's put away." He sipped and, whoah. Strong coffee was strong. Just the wake up he needed, though. "I guess I don't understand the sentimental stuff. And I don't want to disrespect that." He hip checked a tall box just barely in time to allow the pen to pass. He knew the box was full of something soft. The side said "Linenens" and it was his own weird left-handed scrawl. Spelling was hard.
"How far is this pen going to go!?" The kitchen fed into a skinny hallway which led right back to the bedroom from whence he came.
Jude was a walker. If he still lived next to a girl with wings he might have been a flier, but ever since his trek on foot back from the Canadian wilderness, he'd come to find walking as an excellent way to clear his mind.
He'd dressed up today, wearing the only suit he'd poured money into and the shoes he'd stolen from Ambrose's wardrobe. They were only a teensy bit too big now, well used, well polished, and still slightly above his actual spending power. Not like he had a rolex to match.
Jude was taking on more of the business side of BlacTac since Ranger had come back young and inexperienced. And since Gerhart had retired, he was the only one who still knew how. Again. Thanks, Obama.
They were trading training, now. Jude trained him on what he used to know. The Ranger was taking him through the shoot house. In the meantime, they still need new clients.
And Jude needed to figure out how to sister a joist before the second floor came crashing down.
Sebastian had made home maintenance seem easy. The ViewTube videos he was skimming were making it sound more difficult than he wanted to mess with.
He was thinking about dinner, the meetings he'd had today, and the integrity of the second floor, all with a spring in his step since he was so close to home… that's when his power shut off. The invisible hand inside of him that was always reaching for more vanished. It didn't relax or reach too far. Just poof.
Jude stopped, bewildered, and popped his earphones from his ears.
As much as he'd wanted to stay in bed, moving days did not mean the end of moving. Jude had taken some time off. Well, a time off. A single day. And he'd planned to take at least a half day again to get them a little more settled on the other side of the weekend. Now that the weekend had somehow disappeared, he only had half a day to help settle the things they'd put off.
They'd put off a lot.
Jude rummaged through a clothing box that was still half covered by something that said "FRAGILE" on the side. His one real nice suit was in there, he was almost sure. He wanted to fish that out and get it de-wrinkling for the meeting he couldn’t put off later today. Only there was no finding a suit from a 3inch box opening while struggling to balance something breakable.
Okay then. He’d just move the box.
Only the box seemed to outweigh him, and the bottom threatened to come undone.
”Hey, Zaid? Is there coffee?” Because, he’d opened the box and these looked like weeb trinkets, manga, and Zaid’s highly breakable family heirlooms. He was going to have to do this the right way, the careful way, and take them out one by one. If his sanity was going to survive, he was going to need some go juice.
”Hon?” Rather than yell and no doubt alert the neighbors, he elected to walk down to the kitchen area to make sure Zaid hadn’t fallen in. (Fallen in what? ANYTHING. He was a disaster magnet.)
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Things were wrapping up and that was all Jude could ever ask for. He got a hip bump from his boyfriend and bumped his hip back. Japanese for French, French for Japanese. They had almost nothing in common from languages to mutations. But Jude was unapologetic. Yeah. He knew better than to hijack the Elderly now. And yeah, a little romantic language did wonders for getting him out of trouble. And dropping pants.
For now, he settled for watching Graham eek through his prepared speech. It wasn't bad. The peanut gallery "helped" like they usually did. No one died, which legitimately was an option. Jude grabbed Zaid's hip and saluted with his empty hand. He was being a good boy and playing by the rules. Today, anyway.
The next speech started up and it was hard not to think of how some, all, or none of those things might apply to the man he'd brought as his wedding date. Afterall, they had met once. If Jude had a wedding someday... who would come? Who would make speeches?
He turned to pose the question to Zaid when an unholy retching caught his attention. Jude shuddered despite that not taking place anywhere near them. Ugh. He could still smell. No doubt Zaid could as well. "THat our exit cue?"
And just like that the game 'drunk or toddler' made a hell of a lot of sense to Noel. "No. Y' hold it. In y'r hand. This is y'r hand." No matter what he said, she had some mutterings of her own about feet and feets and... yeah. This was not going real well. And the one thing he knew for sure would get her moving was shut down on the spot by social propriety. Speeches.
Oh. But speeches were a good thing, right? Noel was remembering that speeches meant they could leave afterwards. A drink was offered to Noel's body and Noel grabbed it before Michael could. There was a toast and he sipped gingerly. Weren't they supposed to shout 'oppa' or something? No? Not that kind of wedding?
The next speech started and Noel was totally and utterly lost. Almost none of it made sense so it was probably funny to someone else. But not Michael.
"?" Two steps and spew. He probably should have stopped to help first, but knowing what made her puke Noel couldn't help but glare at whoever was at the mic. Two fingers, two eyes. There was pointing and glaring and eyeball threats. Liar.
"C'mon, uh, Noel." What did he call her? No terms of endearment or pet names came to mind so he'd lamely settled on her own name as he grabbed napkins and tablecloths to cover the sick and mop up Michael's face. Eugh. It was in the hair a bit. He stopped to scrape that out. "We've overstayed our welcome."
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Having only heard a snip of the conversation before, Jude had to guess they were talking about making amends. He had to keep his dirty mind in check, however, when Zaid said they were 'openminded to a little fun.' Pansexuality was Jude's cross to bear, not Zaid's.
"Maybe... a gym session? A real one. To work out form and what to do since I'm pretty sure we couldn't afford your main services?" Jude elbowed Zaid to indicate that now was his chance to say if that was a good idea or not. Probably only one of them could go and if Jude had to pick, he'd volunteer Zaid. Jude had more than enough people trying to get him swol on company time. But if Zaid didn't want to turn into a gym rat, that was understandable, too.
As for gramps, Some things were just more romantic said in French.
"Vouloir, c’est pouvoir." He glanced over his shoulder to see the old geezer put his hand over his wife's. She'd been fussing, but decided to melt at the sweetness instead. "Where zere is a will, zere's a way." he translated for himself. The words following his French strongly tainted by proximity. "I sink he will be inspired."
No. Bonking did not work. He really, really regretted choosing "bonking" for what they'd just tried, but what was done was done and it just plain didn't work.
"I'll work at gettin' bett'r at bonkin', but this really innit the place. C'mon. On y'r feet." He relocated the shoes and tried to tuck them into Michael's hand again. Only, he had to close her hand around the back strap of the heel at least three times before it seemed to stick. Even then, he didn't trust it. He doubly did not trust her with the rest of the whiskey in his glass. He held it out of her reach. It might've help numb the headache. It also probably helped create it.
"Maybe let's go dance some o' this off."
A delicate ting, ting, ting brought everyone's attention to the elevated platform of the bride and groom. Noel brought the glass down, ready for the toast so they could escape already.
"For those who don’t know me, my name is Chris' brother and I’m today’s best brother. I say best brother as there’s less competition in that category than in the best man competition. So if you like the next speech better then at least I still win something... Because my brother wins at everything else."
Oh... well that sounded like an exaggeration and some half truths... and it definitely devolved from there...
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Zaid was definitely Zaid again. Some small knot of worry loosened. It was almost like they could do a thing right. He chided Rhia and Rhia took it like a champ, better than Jude would have for sure.
It wasn't every day that someone said they were sorry. Maybe it was working with the Incredibly Buff™ and Rhia's similarly impressive Swol®, but Jude hadn't expected it. Maybe she wasn't bad. Maybe she just got a little carried away. Which reminded him...
"Oh. Grampa!"
Jude ditched his party momentarily to go find gramps and make sure he was still in his chair and back in his body. The body was dozing off. Whirlwind was saying something slap-worthy that got him slapped so Jude felt rather safe in assuming that Jonas was quite himself.
"Hi, I just wanted to check if you needed anything." One charmed grandmother and two freshly fetched beverages later, Jude was back and satisfied. "You know it’s funny, that old guy thinks he had a dream.”
He noticed that he had her arms in his hands. Her lips against his and his tongue in… ”Oh!” He pulled back quickly, but didn’t get far at all. If he hadn’t been supporting her body then he would have jumped straight up like a cat. But people were relying on him. Michael, specifically, was really incredibly relying on him. And re-leaning into him. And sort of snuggling with her eyes closed?
”Hey. Hey!” He shook her, but nothing was working. He panicked for a moment. She wasn’t passed out. Micahel’s eyes were closed, her body was moving, and… oh. She was stuck in a memory. Noel twisted to push Michael up against the wall. When that was her body, she’d always wanted someone to snap her out of it. To bring her back into the here and now…
He pinched her. Inches from her face, he pinched her where she should have slapped him for pinching her.
Her eyes fluttered open. He wasn’t even sure she’d felt it.
> ”Kiss worked… Now bonk!”
”No wai-!” Too late. He grimaced, it hurt but… not enough to swap them back apparently. Just enough to bounce her backwards, into the wall, and all the way down it.
”Y’r gon’ give y’rself a concussion.” He frowned and helped her up. The bonk had seemed like a good idea when it’d been alcoholically fueled. And when it’d been Noel’s idea. Now, it didn’t seem like a good idea at all. ”I don’ wan’ t’ switch back. Y’ did this. Y’ can suffer it.” Was she… looking a bit green?
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Rhia agreed. Jude had a few additional tactics he'd been willing to try, but as it turned out, Zaid's well timed vomit threat was convincing enough. They were shaking on it when the threat became reality. Eeeeeeeew. At least it was only into a cup. Jude gave Zaid’s lady shoulder a rather distanced pat. Yes. More vomit should be avoided.
”Okay. I’m gonna put it back and we’ll see where we end up.” One last Lady Zaid pat. ”Er. Just. Hold it. Until then. If you can.”
Jude let go of Rhia’s power. That was the easy part. Powers didn’t like not being where they belonged and the effect was immediate: he had a sort of swimming moment where his head disconnected and then snapped back into focus. But that wasn’t all he had to do. Rhia had coached them that they needed to let go of all their swaps. All of them. All at once.
With one glance at Whirlwind’s body getting awfully cozy with a ladyfriend, Jude wished grandpa (and grandpa’s heart) all the best, and let that go too…
Everything was funny. Michael wasn’t laughing, and she was pretty sure that was because it wasn’t really funny. Except, it still kinda was.
Noel blamed Michael. Yes. Michael was the blaming one even if he did like her idea of trying to swap around again.
He wanted her to think of grilling. Grilling like- like- yeah her head swam as she flobbed her arms around his neck and a leg, also, for good measure. Except the leg didn’t go that high. The leg went around his leg. He didn’t need that-- For a moment and she was almost certain she’d never seen a grill. She’d seen plenty of people who were grilled, though. She kissed him with every ounce of whiskey.
