The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jan 9, 2021 20:52:17 GMT -6
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Zselyke seemed to get it...even if the older woman's motivations had been different. Somehow it made Quin feel better and she found herself thinking, not for the first time, that if someone as put together as Zselyke had made mistakes and lacked a sense of direction at one point...maybe things weren't as hopeless as they sometimes seemed.
The law still drew Quin light a moth to flame. It was the most practical way to actually make a difference and help people. Law enforcement however produced and almost visceral reaction. It wasn't something she'd ever be able to do. It definitely warranted more thought and consideration.
"What were you passionate about?" Quin asked, curious how the rest of the story played out.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2020 7:47:20 GMT -6
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The guy gestured, and Quin sat. It was kind of an automatic response to the offer of a seat, but once she was sitting, the redhead didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t that she was shy, she just hadn’t planned for an actual social encounter.
Nothing in her horoscope had suggested she’d make a new friend...but one never knew what surprises were in store when the universe got its panties in a bunch. Besides, who knew if her horoscope was even accurate anymore because she wasn’t the right age anymore.
He didn’t take the money though, and that made Quin frown...scowl really. He wanted her to donate it to the Sanctuary...she’d heard of that place through the grapevine at Haven. It was a homeless shelter of sorts, mutant exclusive, and the kind of place that Quin probably would have ended up if she hadn’t had her previous work connections at Haven.
Still.
”Not to put too fine a point on it...but that’s your money now. If you think Sanctuary would be a good place for it, then you’re welcome to donate it.” she had class soon, thank you very much, and not the time to find a donation box.
As for the rest.
”I mean...it might have come across less like a knight in a shining armor complex.” she said, then smiled a bit to soften the potential sting of her words and took a sip of coffee, ”From what I understand, girls these days don’t need a man to rescue them...though the help really was appreciated.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2020 7:36:47 GMT -6
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Quin had to chuckle a little when Zselyke pointed out that only an overachiever or a masochist would take calculus if they didn’t have too.
”The first time I took it because ‘it couldn’t hurt’ and a friend of mine wanted someone she knew in her class. I took it this time because it’s what I took last time…”
Frankly, when it had come time to register for classes Quin had panicked. Haven had provided all sorts of counseling and emotional support through the whole process and they’d spent what seemed like hours telling all of them that this was a chance for a new start...that they could be anyone or anything they wanted to be.
Quin hadn’t known what she wanted to do, or what she wanted to be. The registration person had seemed a bit disappointed when she simply signed up for the same classes her transcript showed.
Realizing she was staring at the other woman and hadn’t said anything for a while, Quin started a bit and ran a hand through her hair. Zselyke had said she wasn’t being rude, but Quin couldn’t think of another name for what she was doing.
The last comment from the other woman made Quin frown thoughtfully before shrugging a little bit.
”Growing up I wanted to go into environmental law...but I just can’t get excited about it. I have absolutely no idea why my other self ever wanted to be a cop, but that’s the last thing I’m interested in doing.” Just thinking about the job or her old apartment brought back memories of a cold fenced paddock where she’d been kept with so many others...it still made her shudder.
”I want to help people though. People who can’t, or don’t know how to help themselves.”
The words came almost unbidden, and weren’t something that Quin thought she would have said before this conversation. It was a bit of a revelation and for the first time in..since she could remember. Quin felt a little seed of excitement ignite in her belly.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 20, 2020 8:13:28 GMT -6
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In spite of the fact she’d made the allusion herself, Quin felt herself involuntarily stiffen a bit as the other woman pointed out her status as one of the age-replaced. It was such a bureaucratic term that felt dehumanizing at best and...gross at worst. It wasn’t the woman’s fault though, the redhead supposed.
Her feelings continued to move in a more sympathetic direction as the older woman attempted to give Quin perspective on the situation.
A brief smile crossed Quin’s features, she’d had a pretty good study group of friends when she’d been in school back home...but they were probably all married now and well into careers that didn’t need calculus.
Why did everything have to come back to a life she didn’t remember having?
”Pre-law.” she answered a little off-handedly. ”I don’t even need calculus…and I ended up being a cop…”
The woman had introduced herself, Quin realized as she tried to sort through more things in her head.
”I’m sorry, I’m being rude…” she said with a contrite little smile, ”I’m Quin. Quin Archer. It’s nice to meet you Zselyke.” she said, doing her very best to parrot the woman’s name back correctly.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 20, 2020 7:51:31 GMT -6
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Things happened very quickly and all of a sudden.
Just about the time that Quin was sure pitchforks were being materialized behind her...a hero appeared from seemingly nowhere.
The young man seemed of an age with her and was much more facile with a smartphone than she was. His thumb moved quickly and the stupid little machine that the clerk had been waving in Quin’s face beeped.
Quin was told to enjoy her fare and before she could even say thank you the guy disappeared. For some reason, that was annoying to the redhead and she spent the wait for her order deciding what she was going to do.
Meeting each chagrined look and daring anyone to say something as the people who had waited behind her made their orders and paid, Quin considered the fact that she should probably be more contrite. Nah.
Finally a pastry and a lovely cup of herbal tea were passed the redheads way and she immediately made her way to the table where the young man sat.
Sitting her cup and plate down across from him, Quin reached into her purse and pulled out the bills she had initially tried to use to pay.
Holding them out she said, ”Thank you.” she said with a somewhat tight smile, ”I didn’t get a chance to say before.” she added, only mildly insinuating that he should have waited around to accept her thanks.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 9, 2020 5:57:33 GMT -6
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One of the things that still completely shocked Quin about the new world were the ways that technology had and hadn’t progressed.
On one hand cars, basic utilities, and household appliances still worked the same way. Quin figured she could easily drive if need be, she could turn her lights and shower on and off, and she could manage to cook for herself without any trouble.
Personal electronic devices on the other hand?
Good. Lord.
Quin had been absolutely thrilled when the last flip phone she upgraded to could take a picture. It had let you set pictures for contacts and even personalize their ringers. It was some state of the art stuff.
Now though? Now the most basic smart phone was fancier than the last laptop Quin remembered owning.
You could do so much...anything really. You could order food, call for a ride, word process, surf the internet...it was insane.
You could also pay for things. In fact, some places didn’t take cash any more, or credit cards, some places only let you pay via your phone.
Like the tea shop that Quin had visited on the suggestion of another ward of Haven. It smelled delightful, and along with an absolutely beautiful assortment of teas they boasted pastries and the like.
It was a tranquil sort of place...or at least it had been until a redhead had held up the line with her inability to pay for her food and drink.
The worst thing about the whole situation was that the longer it took, the more impatient people got, and the more flusters Quin got. That, in turn, made the phon even more difficult to operate and after the third time she hit the button to close the app instead of pay, she growled in frustration, ”You're sure you don’t take cash?” she sputtered in frustration as the line behind her got more and more restless.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 28, 2020 6:30:34 GMT -6
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The ceilings in this particular space weren’t very high and as Quin lounges back in her chair she pondered if this was the kind of ceiling a pencil would stick into well. One time in high school she had managed to stick six or seven above everyone’s heads before th teacher had noticed.
The redhead was just about to try when a voice startled her from her thoughts. Quin sat up quickly at the sound, perhaps a bit too quickly to seem completely innocent, and studied the speaker for a moment. The woman was older than Quin and had spoken with an accent that the younger woman couldn’t really place.
The speaker was striking in the way that so many women gained when they had their lives together and a sense of purpose and it took Quin a moment to gather her thoughts before she could answer.
”Both...actually. It’s calculus...” Pausing a moment and frowning down at the work in front of her, Quin shrugged s bit, ”According to my college transcripts i passed the first time with flying colors...but I just can’t see how that’s possible with as much trouble as I’m having.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 21, 2020 20:45:00 GMT -6
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A blur. A complete and utter blur. That was the only word Quin could use to describe the last few months.
First had been the rescue, a man acting like they’d known each other for years...too sincere to be lying. He’d known so much about her too...right down to where she’d lived.
He had taken her home when it was all said and done.
Home. An apartment in New York City. It had been like a surreal dream...sure, I’m Quinn’s wildest dreams she’d thought about picking up and moving somewhere big, somewhere she could make a real difference...
The apartment hadn‘t felt like the kind of place Quin would live though. There were papers everywhere, and take-out containers...and an entire wall covered with push pins and pictures...literal strings connecting one idea to another.
They all led to the place where she’d been found.
The first thing Quin did was take it all down. Anything the police didn’t want for evidence went into the trash. The apartment felt cold and empty after that...much more a place to live rather than a home.
The Detective who had brought her home had filled Quin in on the basics of her life in New York...she’d been a cop...a detective…
For a time.
Things had apparently happened, she’d been wronged and she had quit. Now she worked for a mutant outreach corporation of some kind…
All Quin had been able to do was nod her head numbly. That person, the brave one who went headlong into super dangerous situations….just wasn’t her.
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There had been money in Quin’s bank account...more than she would have expected, but something felt wrong about staying in that apartment. It had been like house-sitting for someone who was never coming home.
Apparently this de-aging thing had been a problem for more people than just Quin and she had jumped through all the hoops to get her documents updated and everything squared away.
Apparently she had aged well, because there had been several awkward moments where people had recognized her and she’d had to explain the whole situation. Every time it had happened, Quin had walked away more and more depressed.
She hated her other self. What was so great about her that people were so eager to reconnect? How could she make the same decisions to put herself on the same path?
Her old job had offered her a place to stay and a foot in the door to go back to school. For a time, Quin had considered going home...but her parents hadn’t even known how to handle the phone call where she’d told them. They were old now too and Quin couldn’t handle seeing them like that...not yet.
Classes were over for the day, but the redhead didn’t want to head back to her room yet. She also didn’t want to socialize. Luckily, Haven was a true 21st century building with lots of open work space, so tonight found Quin sitting alone and working in calculus with far too many papers spread around and the most complicated calculator she had ever seen.
”UGH.” she said, leaning back and staring at the ceiling, pencil dangling loosely in her hand as she literally tried to figure out what she was going to do with her life.
Quin didn’t know how far she’d been drug after the two grunts who had come for her had finished making their point about the futility of escape and the consequences of trying.
The point was taken.
Quin wondered if the money the way they’d worked her over would have any effect on the money, “the boss” was planning to make off her. She hoped so. Those types didn’t like losing money. It would be something.
Eventually the stopped moving and Quin was once again deposited on a cold, concrete floor. This place smelled antiseptic though and when Quin chanced a look around she could see a number of tables and what looked to be basic medical eqipment.
“Here you got Doc.” Thing 1 said, giving Quin a nudge in the ribs with his foot that tore an involuntary groan from her throat.
“Was all that really necessary?” Another voice asked and Quin found herself looking at the most unremarkable man she’d ever seen. “Mr Montgomery would have been very displeased if you’d accidentally killed her. She’ll bring a very nice price once we are finished. Put her on the table please.”
Quin was simply too tired and too hurt to fight at this point. It was fine though, whatever happened from here, as long as she was alive she’d have a chance to get away. A chance to not make this mistake again.
A chance.
Quin vaguely noticed her arms and legs being strapped into restraints on one of the tables she had seen and feebly fought to get away from the hands that rendered her even more powerless than she already was.
“You may go now.” The world’s most uninteresting man instructed the grunts and Quin watched their retreating backs exit the room before she tried the restraints. They were right and really did restrict her movement.
“It’s too late for all of that.” The man said, voice thick with amusement as he readied a syringe. Were they going to drug her? In her trainings with the force Quin had learned that traffickers often got their victims addicted to street drugs to make them compliment and addicted...slaves to the need for more.
The man turned and Quin flinched away from him almost involuntary as he approached and he smiled a smile that got nowhere near his eyes.
“Shhh.” He said softly as he reached out to smooth sweaty and matted hair out of her face as he leaned in close. His breath smelled like mint and it made Quin’s stomach clench with nausea.
“We can’t very well get our best price for you if you’re not at your best, can we?” He crooned, then plunged the needle into Quin’s thigh.
The pain from the needle flared and Quin yelled as her body arched away from the table. It felt like she had been injected with pure fire.
And it was spreading.
The restraints made more sense and Quin pulled at them as she screamed, pausing only to take breath as the liquid fire spread through her body. After a few moments she couldn’t see the doctor anymore, she could only feel the spread of whatever it was she’d been injected with.
Then she began to see. She began to see so much.
She saw Nate leaving her apartment for the last time after telling her that he was leaving New York.
She saw the face of the brass when she’d slammed down her badge and service weapon down and taken back control of her life.
She saw Nate at the castle when they’d shared a drink and a few clandestine kisses after he’d been freed from his incarceration. .
She saw Ashton the night they walked through Central Park and talked about the stars, and the night at the hotel in Chicago.
There were so many memories…
Running into Nate on the train when she’d been so angry...snuggling into him in bed after a passionate night together...their first date at the Italian restaurant...meeting Nate inthe park for the first time.
As each memory played through her mind it was like it flittered away, off into bright fluorescent lights that floated over her eyes.
Here was her first day on the job with the NYPD, the scolding she got from Ashton over what she did to their vests…
Here was her graduation from the academy, and the first night she spent in the city.
She was graduating from college, taking her tests, going to her classes…
And then she was staring up at cold fluorescent lights, throat raw and body aching as sweat poured down her face and back.
She was restrained and panic surged through her as she pulled at the restraints. Where was she? Why wasn’t she in her dorm?
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 31, 2019 19:23:13 GMT -6
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The cold was the first thing that Quin felt as consciousness began to return. Cold, rough concrete against her cheek and down her arm. Her jacket and pull-over were gone and she was in the tank top she had worn underneath.
Breathing slowly through her nose and doing her best to assess the situation before moving, Quin determined that she could only currently see out of one eye...the one closest to the pavement. The other was either crusted shut with blood or too swollen to open. To that end it also felt like someone was cracking her head open like an egg for an omelette. Had she managed to get that text off?
Unlikely.
Nobody was coming for her.
Fighting down a surge of panic, Quin focused on where she was and what precious little she had to work with.
Her arms were pulled sharply behind her back and both her upper arms and wrists were bound...that explained where her coat and pullover had gone. Her legs were similarly tied and as quietly as possible she tried them for slack. There was none. She also checked...whatever they’d bound her with was completely devoid of polymers of any kind. Something else occurred to Quin and she wiggles her feet...they’d taken away her rubber soles shoes.
Somewhat desperate, Quin reached out with her powers...nothing.
They’d known who she was and what she could do.
She was so very stupid...and probably so very dead. A small, panicked sob escaped and Quin nearly bit her tongue trying to stay quiet.
There had to be something.
“I don’t care what the boss says...we should be going in here to dispose of a mess. She’s too old to make us any money…”
Quin took a deep breath and held herself as still as possible as the voices approached.
“Boss says he’s got a plan. Dead cops start snowing up and people are going to ask questions. Put this on her and shut up. We aren’t here to ask questions.”
Footsteps approached and Quin waited until she could tell someone was crouching over her and kicked out with both feet. She made contact with something very solid and was rewarded with a grunt of pain and a string of curses. Hope flared in Quin’s chest and she readied herself to kick out at the other grunt when she felt something snap closed around her neck.
Almost simultaneously a jolt of electricity surged through her body and Quin doubled in on herself to the exclusion of everything else.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only a few moments, the shock stopped and Quin lay panting on the floor, muscles twitching. It was one of those collars. The ones the NYPD sometimes used on dangerous criminals. Quin know how they worked.
A swift kick in the ribs doubled her up again and Quin stopped fighting, finally giving in to the panicked sobs that had been trying so hard to escape since she’d awoke.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 31, 2019 18:03:01 GMT -6
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A few years ago Quin would have been absolutely scandalized by the thought of imbibing in stolen goods.
It wasn’t a few years ago though, and Quin definitely wasn’t the same person.
This wasn’t the time to get nostalgic though, and she simply smiled and toasted Nate with the glass, glad that the tears in her eyes hadn’t spilled over.
”I think I can forgive you this once…” she said, giving him a somewhat knowing look over the rim of the glass as she took another small sip, not quite ready to be finished.
Quin wanted to ask if she could call, or text...but a clean break was better for everyone involved.
Still. She took another sip. Damn that was good wine.
This wasn’t the kind of thing that a smart person, or a good investigator, usually did on their own. A partner was able to watch your back, lend a hand when needed, and call for backup if something went wrong.
Quin was by herself tonight though. By the time she’d made the final leap that led her to this particular building it had been too late to call Michael and she wasn’t about to call Ashton. If her suspicions about the NYPD and their (lack of) involvement in these disappearances were correct the last thing she needed at the moment were cops.
Not unaware of the irony in avoiding police involvement, Quin had dressed in her best snooping gear and headed out to scout. Nothing could be done until she confirmed her suspicions anyway. Taking a look around was low-risk and she’d call the appropriate people once she managed to confirm that the trail was still warm.
Parking anywhere in the area put her car (even as shabby as it was) at risk of being stolen or stripped before she could get back so Quin settled for driving as far as she dared and then taking the bus until she reached the outskirts of the area and walking from there. It also made it easier to make sure nobody was tailing her. A few times over the last week she’d have sworn someone was following her, but it had always turned out to be nothing. Quin had chalked it up to paranoia over getting close to the end of the trail.
The street that Quin had pinpointed was everything a person would expect from a shady operation. The streetlights burned low or not at all and there was absolutely no street traffic. The genuine lack of people made things a bit tougher and Quin found herself walking past the building and continuing down the street, the hood of her jacket pulled up to hide her red hair as she tried to sneak a peek at the operation.
A van passed at one point, slowing as it passed almost enough to make the redhead nervous as it drove by. It was a panel van, again so stereotypical it was difficult to believe that nobody had reported the thing before.
Into the building the van turned and double garage doors in the old building swung outward to admit the vehicle. Quickly it was fine and the street was once again clear and eerily quiet.
It was time to go.
The whole walk and bus ride back to where she had stowed her car Quin tried to decide her next steps. Obviously there were cameras on the building and a way to communicate with the inside or they wouldn’t have been as ready for the van as they obviously had been.
Fiddling with her phone as she exited the bus, Quin pulled her keys from her pocket and pushed down her hood as she unlocked the door and climbed inside. Finally making a decision and pulling up the last conversation she’d had with Ashton, Quin started to type a message to see what he knew.
She didn’t see the man in the backseat until his movement caught her eye in the rear-view mirror.
Too late she turned, trying to duck his arms and grab at her door handle and exit. Too quickly a large hand tangled into Quin’s ponytail and propelled her head forward into the steering column, the impact of the steering wheel against her eyebrow causing stars to erupt in her vision and she twisted, trying desperately to get some leverage in the cramped space of the VW Bug.
The second impact drove the side of her head into the dashboard just above the radio and Quin grunted as the arm not holding her ponytail snaked around her neck, cutting off the blood supply to her head.
Blood from her eyebrow trickled into her eye as darkness quickly started to close in from the edges of her vision and even as she clawed frantically at the arm around her neck, Quin saw a familiar van pull up along-side her car.
The darkness closed in and Quin reminded herself once again why it was so bad to stake anything out without a partner.
This was it. Hours...days...almost two years of work, investigation, and planning had finally brought Quin to this point.
The trafficking ring was large, organized, and very good at what they were doing. Mutant kids were still disappearing, the ones on the street at an almost alarming rate. The police were, “doing their best,” as they always did, but even Quin had to admit that the situation was getting less attention than it should. Either mutant kidnappings were getting lower priority or bribes were involved at a higher level than she wanted to know.
With Nate gone, Quin had dived head first back into the case. Men were too much work for the time being, and the redhead thought that maybe a break from the dating scene would be good.
Over the next several weeks the walls of Quin’s apartment once again became a peg board and strings connected one idea to another. The lines had crissed and crossed and meandered until a pattern had begun to take shape. Quin had taken to the streets, talked to people, tailed cars and added more strings.
Eventually all of the strings converged on a single place.
Hunts Point was an industrial area, but despite the fact that it had a relatively low population when compared with most of the surrounding areas the murder and general crime rate were horrific. It was the kind of place where police response time was abysmal because many saw it as nothing more than clean up duty. People didn’t tell what they knew in the area and sometimes it was just better to call the coroner. The memories of the arguments Quin had had about the place still made her lip curl slightly in disgust. The streets were lined with abandoned and functional bastions to the industrial complex and the empty buildings tended to attract the wrong kind of people.
This was the exact sort of place a trafficking ring would operate.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 10, 2019 21:51:59 GMT -6
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The mental picture of how this entire transformation had to have gone down was just. Too. Damned. Much. Quin couldn't help but idly wonder if there was a way to get security footage from the bar Michael had been at when the whole thing went down.
It really was too much.
Apparently a demonstration of the heel walking was in order though, and Quin nearly felt the need to avert her eyes. Those underwear were anything but practical and despite the fact that sparring with Michael involved rolling on the floor in various states of contortion they didn't know each other that well.
Damn those heels were high. Being as tall as she was, Quin tried hard not to wear the things very often, and when she did they never approached the stilt-like heights that these attempted. Michael really was good at walking in them too.
Until he thought about it too much.
Suddenly far too much woman-flesh was hurtling in Quin's general direction and the only sensible thing to do was catch it.
So she did.
She caught it all.
Credit to the lingerie....it didn't move an inch and everything that had been covered, stayed covered. If she ever dated again, Quin decided she'd need to figure out what brand all of this was. As not-awkardly-as-possible, Quin helped Michael back to his feet and rose herself, still marveling at the sheer height of those heels.
As it were, the PI cleared her throat.
"Let's head up to my office before this gets any weirder than it already is."