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?
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Kate smiled as politely as she could waving the waitress over as Mahadevi sat down. “Their reactions to people they consider to be of higher status then them can take some getting used to but all you have to do is remember that they don’t have royalty and such in this country. The idea is both foreign and interesting to them. And I prefer to meet in public when it comes to things involving good press. I work rather hard to keep my image up so I may have the opportunities to do good work if I can.”
As Kate finished speaking the waitress arrived with a glass of water for the Ladies’ guest and an expectant smile, “What can I get you to drink miss?”
Kate smiled at the reaction to her room and closet. She often forgot how unusual she really was in comparison to the norm. She was used to the finer things in life and as such they were her norm. “Thank you. I believe that my mum was trying to capture a little bit of home when she designed it. Help with the transition to a new home and a new country.”
Sitting on the ottoman she watched as the girl worked her way around the closet with a look of awe. Kate chuckled internally at Ami’s indecision, “There is no rush you may take your time. I am also here to help if you want to find anything specific.” Though she was serious about the offer something told her that Ami wouldn’t take it. The girl seemed too excited about picking something that help would have just ruined it. No, she chose to just let the girl run around picking things up and putting them back having seen something she liked better.
Kate was not surprised at all that Amelia had chosen something on the casual side. Their styles were different but with the amount of clothing in the room she was happy to know that the girl was able to find some things she liked. “Honestly you may have that jacket if you would like. My Best Friend, Hanna, made me buy it.” Kate’s voice rose as the girl closed the door to the bathroom so she could change, “It isn’t very me in the slightest. More then likely I will probably never wear it.” As the girl changed she rose and quickly picked out a few items to form a comfortable but fashionable outfit for her to change into. She spent a moment debating on a dress or pants and decided that for watching movies pants would be more appropriate. She threw a pair of simple skinny jeans, a white blouse and a sweater onto the ottoman turning just in time to see Amelia walk out and model the jacket. “It really does suit you better then me.” Kate smiled happily, “That settles it. It will find a new home with you.” With that final statement she retreated into the bathroom.
“You can place your things on the recamier for now if you would like. Once I am out of here we can hang them to dry above the tub.” Kate yelled through the door as she dressed only hearing the question after she was already closing it behind her. After a few moments she emerged grabbing a pair of black flats and throwing her wet clothes into the hamper in the room.
As she entered the bedroom area she pushed the sleeves up on her sweater and went to turn the heat down to a more tolerable level for her guest. As long as she was wearing a sweater there was no reason she couldn’t stand the room being in the range of the mid 70s. “So what would you like to watch?”
Kate was more then a little taken aback by the reaction of the young girl. She looked so sweet and yet her words cut like a dagger with an anger that didn’t suit her. She seemed to think wrong of Kate’s behavior but that was nothing new for the young noble. She had always been taught that one should act with decorum no matter the situation. As a true member of a long line of British nobles it was her duty to treat all with respect no matter their station as well as respect her ancestors by showing a level of sophistication that can only be reached by those with true blue-blood. For Kate it wasn’t just an act or a dance it was a part of who she was so much that it was second nature to sit and act as such no matter the company.
Despite her shock however Kate kept as much of it off of her face as possible. She chose to take the kill her with kindness method of doing things. Not everyone received her way of acting with the most grace and respect and she had long ago discovered that if you are kind back they just get more and more frustrated with your behavior. “It is a very polite greeting but a little inappropriate in such a setting.” The young blonde would more then likely not listen to her advice but she insisted on giving it anyway. If this young debutant wanted to act in a high manner she should try to do it with some kind of grace, “It may work in a more formal stage such as someone’s home or a formal dinner but in a store or restaurant such a greeting only makes you look rude. In true polite society such behavior would cause others to see you as nothing but a disrespectful snob.” Kate took a sip of her tea and kept a absolutely straight face and an air and kindness. Though she didn’t grow up in society but she did know how to act in it. “I do apologize for the candidness but I felt that you were young enough to be able to learn how to be appropriate.” She placed the cup quietly again on the saucer, “Just because you have money or standing does not make you above anyone else. If you can learn that then you can truly begin to act as someone of standing should.” Kate just sat watching the girl kindly as she moved back to her seat trying her best to show the child a hand of kindness that would show her something new and different from what she thought was correct. Kate didn’t know what had caused this child to act as such but she knew that something in her wanted to help the girl to grow.
She sipped in silence half watching the girls guard shift awkwardly and wondering what he knew of Kate having heard her name. Her name wasn’t exactly unknown in England and the things that were connected to her were both good and very very bad. After some time the salesman came back with a small stack of boxes, all of which were size 6 pumps in all different colors and interesting styles. ”Thank you.” Kate sifted through the pile looking at each and deciding which to try and which just weren’t her style. Thankfully for her however, this store knew her style well enough that she chose to try on all of them.
The events that led her lunch mate to her table were like watching a parade. First Kate watched as the paparazzi moved away from watching her through the window to rushing a sleek black car and the door and blocking her view. Next was the procession of people she watched come at her as people around the restaurant gawked at what she could only assume was her visitor as they made their way over to her table. Once again Kate’s view was obscured only getting slight glances at the obviously Indian looking woman. Thankfully however the procession dissipated as it arrived at her table to reveal the woman in question. She was about Kate’s height with a slender build and long black hair. She was dressed far finer then Kate’s blue dress and orange pumps but that wasn’t exactly something Kate wasn’t used to. The first few times she had been invited to various day time events at the English Embassy she had felt rather underdressed too. Though, in this instance it was more a case of her companion being over dressed for the upscale but casual restaurant.
Kate stood and shook the hand of the woman. She had long since gotten used to physical mutations of many different persuasions while living within the mansion, so all that was left to do was muster as welcoming a smile as she could. “It is very nice to meet you Mahadevi.” She extended her hand indicating to the empty chair across from the one she now stood in front of, “Won’t you have a seat.” As Mahadevi sat Kate did the same waving over to Amanda so she was aware that they would be ready to order soon.
I will say right now that Gwen is all about any outcome being Conquest and all. You can assume what she is like in the future from the name I am sure. Or at least what people think she is like.
Kate was suddenly in her backyard. It was bright and sunny and beautiful and she was in her favorite place. There is this clearing at the back of her property in the middle of the woods that was the one place she could hide. The one place she couldn’t be found by the servants or her mother and she could just think and be alone. It was the one place in the world that she truly felt safe.
She lifted her head letting the sunlight flood across her face as she took a deep inhale of the beauty. The smell was probably one of the most fresh she had ever tasted. She smelt air, clean air, and the trees and the grass and…. Coffee? She looked down to see the source of the smell standing in front of her. Gawain. His sent was unmistakable. It was soup and coffee, two things she had grown to love the smell of thanks to the boy before her who stood with a silent smirk on his face that she couldn’t help but beam back at. This was her family and one of the only people in the world that she loved more than anything. He was her best friend. Her confidant. She truly didn’t know what she would do without him.
Kate looked up as the sky grayed above her in an instant. Before her she heard the sounds of Gawain coughing, it was soft at first but quickly it turned to violent bouts of hacking. All around them the air filled with smoke and the grass turned to fire burning everything in an instant.
“NO!!” Kate shot up in an instant before descending into a fit of coughing that she didn’t seem to be able to stop or control.
For Kate sitting was much like anything else in that there was a right way and a wrong way to do it. She had always been told that sitting like a lady was more then a little important. She would put her back up completely straight and sit a few inches away from the back of the chair while pushing her rib cage up in the front and down in the back, keeping her shoulders down, her neck long and her feet delicately tucked one behind the other beneath her. For most it would have been looked at as uncomfortable but she had more then gotten used to it and the grace required. As she sat she examined the small girl sitting across from her. She was a pretty little blonde who seemed to command attention and it seemed like she got it by the looks of things.
Kate smiled as politely as she could still carrying the serene look she had had since she was in her limo. She almost wanted to laugh as the girl hopped off of the chair and waltzed over to her with a rather large man she could only assume was the girls driver or guard. “Oh dear you don’t have to do that.” Kate moved forward on the seat and delicately and carefully pulled the girl up from her curtsied position, “It’s very nice to meet you Celeste.” Kate met the girl’s pronunciation and shifted out of her English accent for the name before shifting back, “My name is Kate and you really don’t have to curtsy to me.” She always felt so bad when people when out of their way to treat her differently because she just so happened to have been born in the upper crust of England. “Please sit back down and enjoy yourself. Don’t let my presence ruin your fun.”
As she spoke the attendant returned with her cup of hot tea in a beautiful light blue floral china, “Thank you Abigail.” Kate took the saucer with both hands and smiled at the woman.
“You’re very welcome Lady Finch-Hatton.” The girl smiled back with a little bow of her head before moving to the side of the couch waiting for the next moment she could help the young woman.
Kate had been here so many times that they knew her tea order perfectly which was rather hard considering how specific it was. She picked up the cup with her right hand holding the saucer steadily in the left. Her pinky was raised as she sipped the tea and could actually feel the heat before it hit her lips which only made the moment it did touch them all the more enjoyable. The whole room seemed to sit in suspense as Kate placed the cup down on the with not a sound and looked up to meet their waiting eyes. “Perfect thank you.” There was a silent sigh of relief as her satisfaction was confirmed and the room went back to what it was doing as a young man appeared with a pile of shoes form her favorite designer and friend of her mother, Rupert Sanderson.
Kate’s eyes snapped open and she pulled away from him again. His touch was a little bit cooler then she assumes he intended it to be but she knew he was only trying to combat her own heat and she relaxed slightly as she listened to the low cadence of his voice. She had never had a father so until Sam she had never really known the calming quality of the low voice of a man. She couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at his words. He was always so full of himself and even in such a dire situation like this he took time to make jokes and try and keep things light, even if it didn’t work.
“You sound like my piano instructor.” Kate smiled back at him sweetly, “But the thing is that I can’t have outbursts. Even if such things are normal, for me they are dangerous to have. How do I make sure no one gets hurt? How do I protect everyone around me from these outbursts you say are normal and okay, Sam?”
Kate sighed and released her arms form across her chest knowing he was right. It was rather late in Rome right now and she would normally be asleep. Her tiredness couldn’t possibly be helping with her lack of control, “Alright. You’re right normally I would be asleep at this time in Rome.” She smiled at his want to help. She could tell by looking in his eyes at that moment that he understood and that he didn’t have anyone when he went through the same things. She was sure that he would be there in a second if she needed him to save her no matter where she was and knowing that made things just a little better.
Kate moved across the room and wrapped her arm around Sam’s waist and put her head on his shoulder giving him a side hug now that her temperature had at least lowered a little, “Thank you for being there for me. I think I would have burned myself up by now if I didn’t have you to lean on.”
Kate coughed as she curled herself up into a ball and nuzzled her head into the pillow even further then it already was. She could feel the oppression and fear building up and crushing her. Her chest felt there it was on fire and an elephant was standing on it as it became harder and harder to breath. In the distance somewhere she could hear her name being called. It sounded like the far off voice of her best friend Gawain, probably just another illusion to drive her insane, “Must you really torture me like this? I get it. You are here to stay and going nowhere anytime soon. Can’t you just leave me be?”
HA! That’s not me princess. I think you should get your ears checked. I sound like you remember.
Kate looked up from the fetal position she sat in in her dream at the sound of the odd nickname. No one but Gawain had ever called her princess. Why all of a sudden was this thing referring to her as such?
[OCC - Shin and Kealey have decided to remove themselves from this thread and Sky has gone MIA so Mirror and Jorge have at it.]
It was loud and chaotic. Kate’s world her home was literally being torn down around her. All she could hear was screams and crashes as she ran down the hall trying to find those she loved and escape with their lives. But somehow she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Somehow she knew that this was the moment it would all end. That the next few moments would define everything and show her the rest of her life.
Kate ducked and covered her face as the wall next to her exploded into splinters around her leaving small cuts all over her body. As she lowered her hand and looked up to see the site before her the entire world stopped and went silent. She stood and rushed to the still form at the top of the stairs and pulled her into her arms. She could feel her head shacking and her eyes flowing with tears as her mouth cried out but the world still lingered in silence. Chaotic silence. This body had belonged to the only family she had left and who she had hoped she could keep at the end of the world.
She looked up through the tears to see what she had given her life for. What had been so important to make such a sacrifice. A woman. She took a deep breath and grabbed her hand dragging the sacrifice out of the building behind her. Something in Kate took her over as she ran with the girl in hand trying to save both their lives.
And then she saw it. The gates. But she didn’t stop no she kept running and running not knowing where she was going and by the time she looked back the girl was gone. Somehow she had lost her, but as she looked at her empty hand she swore she would find her. She would find her and never let that death be in vein.
Kate sighed as she took in the warm sun cascading through the window of her 1969 Mercedes Pullman. There was something about a beautiful day that just put Kate at ease. Especially when that day was accompanied by some much needed shopping. After a week of doing basically nothing but playing the piano there was something liberating about a new pair of shoes and she had to admit that the shopping made living in New York more then worth it. So, when she got a call from her favorite little boutique saying that the new styles would be in today and she should try and make an appearance, there was no way she could pass up the opportunity. The good thing about this particular store was that it was set back from the bustle of Madison avenue and in turn only really serviced the most exclusive clients, a group that Kate was glad she got to be a part of. Though she didn’t really like her noble title and the little annoyances that came with it, like going to events in the city and whatnot whether she wanted to or not, it could have its upsides at times.
As the car pulled up to the curb David was surprised to find that they could not park right in front as they often did. This obviously meant that they would more then likely not be alone in the store this time. The driver pulled up behind the more modern limousine and turned to address his employer, “Would you like me to come in and wait so I can hold your packages and the like, Lady Kate?”
Kate smiled at the nickname. She had refused to let him call her Lady Finch-Hatton and he refused to just call her Kate so they met in the middle with Lady Kate, a compromise that Kate found hilarious and adorable. “Only if you would like to David. I am sure I can get someone inside to help me if you would like to drive around for a bit and maybe get some coffee on me.” She had gotten him a card under her account so that if he ever wanted to get something small while he was waiting he could. Sure it wasn’t the smartest thing to do even if it had a restricted amount but Kate trusted this man and knew he knew that if there was a problem he could come to her and she would be happy to help him.
David pulled the keys out of the ignition and slipped them in his pocket as he crossed the back of the car to open the door for the young lady. Who gracefully slid her feet, her ankles still crossed, out of the door to land on the pavement with a small click of her heels. She reached her hand out and placed it delicately on top of David’s waiting one lifting herself out of the car with a grace that truly matched her station in society. Before moving to the door she adjusted her clothes so she was just as put together as she had been when she got into the car. She adjusted her skirt, pulled down her shirt and checked her shoes to make sure the paten surface was still pristine. Once she was satisfied she walked with her chin up and her back straight in a way that could tell anyone she had had lessons on just how to walk like a lady ingrained into her head from an early age. Kate smiled politely as she opened the door and saw a young blonde girl who seemed to have all the sales people in a tizzy around her trying to make sure she was all right. Kate wasn’t sure what had caused this shot to attention but she chose to wait patiently at the door until they were finished and could help her as well.
As one of the workers looked up Kate could see their eyes visibly widen before looking back to the girl excusing themselves in a hurry and rushing over to her, “Lady Finch-Hatton welcome back. How can we help you this afternoon?” The girl was addressing Kate with an air of calm that she didn’t have with the young girl, It was as if talking to Kate was a relief.
“Hello Jenna. It is lovely to see you again.” Jenna was the manager and ever since she had found out Kate’s status thanks to a slip by David she had tried her best to make Kate’s every whim happen, and thankfully for her Kate was rather low maintenance when it came to whims, “I was hoping that I could see the new styles you spoke of on the phone. I have been playing non stop for weeks it feels like and I could use some much needed relaxation.”
“Well then your wish is our command as always.” The woman turned to lead Kate to the couched area where the younger girl still sat with a few less attendants but just as much of a tizzy around her. “Abigail why don’t you get some tea for the Countess and Jonathan can you start pulling her size in the new styles.” Both employees jumped at the chance and look relived to be free of the girl and now waiting on Kate.
Kate looked up at Sam as he spoke and she knew he wasn’t humoring her. He had experienced just what she had and his power was just as dangerous. The only difference that the two had was their circumstances. She had so much more to loose then he did when this happened to him. She was truly only one incident away from cameras at the gates and another life of seclusion to get away from them.
She sighed as she reached up and took his outstretched hand. It felt cold as it enveloped her fingers but there was something calming about the touch. Where her elemental would have shied away from Sam’s touch out of fear for it’s own survival, Kate welcomed it with open arms. She found not just his touch comforting but his mere presence seemed to calm her and settle her fears to a degree. She wasn’t sure what it was but there was something about the older more experienced man that make her feel like everything was going to be okay. And yet the logical part of her mind kept telling her he was in more danger from her then any other she came in contact with, but she also knew he was the safest thing she could be around.
It was a few moments before Kate realized that though she was standing she was still holding his hand and she let it slid out of his loose grip and fall at her side.
“I do trust you. I trust you with my mutation more then I trust anyone, but Sam I’ve seen what these outbursts can do. I’ve seen the lives they can destroy. Even if you are right and with a little more practice I could gain control again, what do I do in the mean time? I don’t want to repeat the mistakes of my father. He thought he had it under control too and look what happened to him. I really don’t want to hurt someone again.” Kate’s hand slipped out of Sam’s where it had been resting and she turned away from him her eyes welling up again remembering the terror on that London street so many years ago. Her father hadn’t been much older then her when he died and in an instant their lives were destroyed by a small lose of control. Kate’s hands were folded across her chest, her shoulders up and her body tense. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and slowly trying to gain control over her tired form.
Kate sat and looked about the restaurant waiting for this mysterious visitor from a foreign land. Her publicist had called her out of the blue yesterday and said that she just had to meet with this woman. She was some kind of dignitary from India or something and their meeting would be PR and good publicity gold. She rarely got calls from the woman as it was her job to keep things good and they were rarely bad, but when she did she knew it was probably important. Usually some kind of event that she knew Kate would care about or something she had taken interest in and was watching for the young Brit. In all honesty Kate wished to god that she didn’t need the woman at all but after the business with her father, then her mother’s mental brake that pulled them out of the public eye and now her reappearance and continent hopping those around her thought it was best that there be someone to keep the family name on the side of good news and out of the tabloids. Kate was after all the only member of her family left and her life wasn’t exactly unnewsworthy. If the tabloids knew all the different things she had done since coming out of seclusion they would probably have a field day dragging her through the mud. This was the only reason that she was sitting here now. Any publicity was good to keep the vultures at bay and if it was good Kate was all the better for it.
Kate turned her head to look out the large window she had conveniently been placed next to where the paparazzi and papers could easily get picture after picture of her and this mystery woman who they probably know more about then Kate did. She smiled politely at the men outside the window and sighed in boredom wishing she had brought a book or something to entertain herself with.
“Your tea Lady Finch-Hatton. It’s made just the way you like it.” Kate turned her head to look up at the kind smile of her waitress Amanda. This was a bistro Kate knew well and they knew her and for some reason Amanda here refused to call her by anything other then her title. She had said something about it being really cool to have English royalty in their establishment. Kate had just shrugged and moved on giving up on trying to convince her to stop. She wasn't exactly a fan of her title but she figured that today she was going to have to own it for whoever this was.
“Thank you Amanda.” Kate smiled as the girl walked away and turned to sipping her tea while she waited for her unknown companion.
Kate’s room was not like those of the other mansion residents. When she had first been enrolled in the school her mother had arranged for her to have very specific living arrangements that she paid to organize as well as giving a rather large endowment to the school for their inconvenience. Not to mention paying more then the average tuition for one student. She had knocked down walls and built up new ones. Closed off doors and put in a new one. By the time the project was over there was one large master bedroom at the end of the hall with an independent heating and cooling system, a private bathroom and a large walk in closet, which she slowly stocked with her daughters clothes for her impending arrival. To say that Harriet Finch-Hatton had prepared for everything was really an understatement.
Kate carefully walked up the stairs and down the hall making sure not so spill or disturb anything on the tray of tea. Once at the end of the hall she shifted it to balance on her outstretched right hand as she opened the door with her left and pushed it open so she could walk in. Inside the room was decorated in what one would call a romantic style in shades of white and soft pink. The walls were covered in a pale pink wallpaper that looked like something out of a Victorian house. Kate began to cross the room with the tray leaving the door open for Ami to enter behind her. To their right there was a second door leading into the closet, but it was closed at the moment showing the painted details to be found on the panels of the white door. Next to the door was a large 4-poster canopy bed. The beautiful white shears were draped across the wood softening its dark color on the white of the room. The bed itself was perfectly made and decked out in patterned linens that somehow didn’t contrast with the pattern of the wallpaper despite their obvious differences. At the end of the bed was a recamier which Kate draped her wet jacket over without a second thought at whether it would soak the thing. On the far wall there was a window seat that was probably the only thing that looked unkempt in the room. It had a pillow and blanket strewn across it as if someone had been lounging there moments before they entered. Next to that was a beautiful white vanity with a collection of different products for makeup, skin and hair. Looking at it anyone could tell that Kate was very well kept without even meeting her. She moved away from the recamier and pulled the cozy off of the teapot and placed it on the small coffee table, which sat in front of a plush white couch. Once she was satisfied with her work she looked over at Ami and smiled politely, “Welcome to my room. Now lets find you something dry to wear while your clothes dry out in the bathroom.” Kate moved across the room to the closed door without really waiting for a reply knowing that there was no way she was letting this poor girl stay in those wet clothes.
Once in the closet the first thing she did was pop off her shoes and place them inside the open bathroom door that was across from her. The closet was far from typical. It was the size of a small bedroom and matched the style of the bedroom and was also a beautiful white. There were clothes extending all the way around divided by style and color. Starting with casual tops and pants then going to dresses that went from casual to fancy. After the dresses ended the shoes began finishing out the loop around the room to end at the entrance. Kate chose to sit at the ataman in the center of the room and allow Ami to pick what she wanted to wear. “You are welcome to choose anything you like.” She indicated her hand the clothes and shoes that littered the room waiting to see Ami’s decision.
[OCC: the room is probably close to 95 degrees at the moment.]
