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 Apr 5, 2018 20:18:31 GMT -6
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Well, to Ashton’s credit, he didn’t waste any time getting to the point. There had been a death and an investigation, the higher-ups had accepted the status quo and were instructing Detective Drake to let the sleeping dog lie. Something in his gut was protesting though, and he wanted to continue to look into the case.
Quin listened with her arms crossed over her stomach. Suicides were tricky business, and difficult to investigate in the best of situations. This one seemed to be open and shut except for a gut instinct that Ashton couldn’t shake. He made eye contact and Quin looked away, uncomfortable.
This was going to be off the books, of course the department wouldn’t hire her, and he’d pay the fees out of pocket. that made Quin laugh.
”You couldn’t afford me.”[/color] she said, shaking her head and then sighed. No matter what else he was, Ashton was a good cop.
”A few of my cases have gone to court, so my active investigations are done. This is something Haven would be interested in anyway.” well...it would be if they could prove there was more than a simple suicide at play.
”What about the case has your spider senses tingling?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Apr 5, 2018 13:49:45 GMT -6
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It was still tempting to be snappish. Wasn’t Drake intuitive enough to understand that she’d simply agreed to his request that they collaborate from time to time to get him to stop talking and leave her apartment the last time he’d invited himself over?
Apparently not.
There were excuses aplenty as for why he’d showed up here instead of her office and Quin crossed her arms. This was the kind of workaholic attitude that had been dragging her down the past several years and one of the reasons she’d ended up leaving the force. The redhead had to admit she was intrigued though, this was something to do with a case...but she wasn’t a cop anymore. What could the motive possibly be here?
Did she have 10 minutes? Quin glanced at the clock on her microwave and sighed as she opened the door wide enough to allow admittance. She had almost exactly ten minutes.
”Not a minute more. I have plans.” she said, ”And the last thing I want to do is explain that I’m late because of you.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Apr 4, 2018 12:32:47 GMT -6
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Yep, Quin decided, scrutinizing her closet with a critical eye, things were definitely looking up in this category. Since the impromptu cocktail party/business meeting at Inferno, Quin had decided that it was time for an update. The business suits had gotten to stay, she still needed to look professional around the office and for day to day work, but there were new shiny things as well.
Tonight was a date night, something that had been happening more and more often. For keeping things casual, she and Nate had been seeing an awful lot of each other lately...not that Quin had any complaints. Things in life were going shockingly well. Quin had even started looking at the horoscopes and star charts again. Today held surprises from an old friend... Well, the redhead had decided, if Nate counted as anything it was an old friend.
Tonight’s ensemble was something recently purchased and Quin studied the effect. The skirt would have almost been too short, but winter was apparently going to be never ending this year and that necessitated tights. They were patterned, but still mostly opaque and were black in contrast to the coppery color of the fabric. It wasn’t a color that Quin would have thought she’d have liked, but the shopkeeper had insisted Quin try it, and she’d been pleasantly surprised. In contrast to the black top and her red hair in loose curls around her shoulders, it all worked quite nicely. Mentally going through the checklist of getting-ready things that still needed done, the redhead wandered into the living area of her apartment just in time to hear a knock at her door.
That was odd...Quin decided, making her way in that direction. A voice rang out and Quin scowled. What was he doing here and what did he want to talk about? Glancing at the clock and deciding that it would be less time consuming to simply find out what was going on than it would be to try and ignore the problem away, Quin sighed and opened the door.
”Am I going to have to move?” she said, lips pursed in slight annoyance, ”This century it’s rude to drop by someone’s home unannounced.” If you didn’t announce yourself, they didn’t have a chance to ignore you or make excuses why you couldn’t stop by.
Quin couldn’t help it, she rolled her eyes at Nate’s version of a vigilante costume for her. It was utterly ridiculous and just the sort of thing a man would come up with for a female crime fighter. Coming from Nate, it wasn’t insulting, but he knew how she felt about the whole idea. Fairly certain she was being teased, the redhead chuckled, ”That sounds a little light on the kevlar and a little heavy on the sex-kitten for my taste…” she said, ”And I hope they’d remember my incredible martial prowess as well as the body…” One could hope.
If she was completely honest with herself, the idea held some appeal. As she’d seen too many times to count, the legal system had its flaws and really couldn’t be counted on to handle everything itself. There was too much bureaucracy and nepotism holding things back for her to deny the truth any longer. Quin was about to admit as much to Nate, but he expressed a desire to be finished with business and made his way to her side of the desk. Oh well, her evolving views on vigilantism would have to wait.
A swivel chair had been a must when she’d moved into her new office, and Quin once again congratulated herself on her good sense in that decision as Nate leaned down. Smirking slightly and still leaning back in her chair, Quin put her hands on his arms and looked right up into his eyes.
”That’s up to you...boss. You’re the one who wanted to make sure I wasn’t freeloading off of payroll.” She smiled more broadly,”Satisfied?”
Quin nodded her head, mildly surprised at Nate’s pronouncement that Devon had been his counselor after he’d been released from prison. Devon really was good people. Not everyone with an organization would have trusted someone who’d gone to prison for the things Nate had done. The thought wasn’t judgemental in any way, Quin knew what he’d sacrificed to to come clean, it was just a simple fact that even people who were completely rehabilitated sometimes had a hard time finding work after they’d paid their societal debt. Devon and Nate were obviously close, closer than even Quin had realized. Maybe she’d get to know the boss better after all.
Nate’s hand found the small of her back and Quin leaned closer to him. They were supposed to be socializing after all, and it was getting noisy as more people began to take their mission seriously. It would be easier to remember people in their finery anyway.
Quin nodded her head as Nate pointed out Noel, they’d worked together once and Quin had no problems with the woman...as odd as her powers were at times. The blonde with Noel was named Svetlana...wasn’t that exotic? The redhead wondered if the other woman had an accent to match the name or if her parents had simply wanted something more urbane and unique than traditional baby books had to offer. The woman was good in a pinch though...good to know for investigations. If things with the human trafficking ring continued to move as swiftly as they were, she may need a few good (wo)men to help with clean up.
To her immense credit, Quin didn’t make a face at Nate’s mention of the mansion. As had been testily pointed out to her on more than one occasion, the place was a school and often provided refuge to young mutants who had nowhere else to go. This girl was no exception, he was interning in one of the...political offices? How many departments did Haven have? Making a mental note to check into that, Quin followed Nate’s gaze to the person behind the bar. The woman behind the bar.
Visible mutations were something that Quin had little experience dealing with, having looked perfectly mundane her whole life. Jack was fantastic in all of her colorful glory and struck an imposingly colorful figure behind the bar. ”I’ll bet she’s good to have in a fight too!” Quin said, deciding she needed to get her to know a lot of her new coworkers better. It would be part of her checklist for the next few weeks.
Asked how she was holding up, Quin shrugged her shoulders and smiled widely at Nate, ”In all honesty I was a little furious that I had to come out tonight. I was already in sweats with a pint of that fancy organic ice cream I was telling you about…” The ice cream got a wistful little sigh that Quin quelled with a sip of her new drink, which had just arrived.
”I’m glad this was a thing though...do we have these kinds of events often?” she inquired, ”Because I’m going to have to up my wardrobe game if this is a regular occurrence...that and practice wearing heels for extended amounts of time.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Mar 21, 2018 18:32:09 GMT -6
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They really were bastards, weren’t they? Quin simply nodded her head at that observation, reading through her notes on the file. Nate’s next comment made Quin frown for more than one reason.
Nate’s childhood hadn’t been a good one, Quin knew that because Nate had told her about that. Quin also knew about that because one strange day Nate had woken up as a child, a child that Quin had helped. In doing so she’d found out about his long con. It all seemed like a distant bad dream now. Perspective did that to bad memories. All the painful colors were muted by later experiences and knowledge. It hadn’t really been a con. Well..maybe at first it had been, but it had become a transformation.
Quin was digressing inside her own head. The fact of the matter was that Nate had had a terrible childhood, made worse by the fact that he was a mutant. There was something so wrong about that...and it was even worse that they were still having those problems.
Quin winced at Nate’s last statement and shook her head, tossing the folder in her hand back on the table.
”Someone has to start.” she said simply, ”If people can’t do the right thing on their own, then someone has to make them do the right thing.”
The stack of folders wasn’t really all that big...Quin decided. Either people hadn’t heard about the things Haven could do, or things were getting better in general despite the few bad eggs.
”Once people start seeing that someone cares enough to litigate, they’ll inevitably become more tolerant.” The redhead said with a slightly wry smile.
”Besides, I can kick ass and take names now instead of just taking names. If litigation doesn’t work…” Quin stopped there, she was starting to sound like a certain group of spandex wearing vigilantes. She hadn’t gone that far into the deep end yet.
Quin took a moment and simply basked in the glow of the compliments. They were delightful.
Maybe work parties weren’t so bad after all...if one worked for a young, wealthy entrepreneur with strong aesthetics and an open bar. It also helped that Nate was there. As usual his presence made Quin feel more confident and somehow more...buttoned down? It was safe to socialize with him there...and how long had it been since they’d dressed up or done something nice? The answer stretched into years...things had been so easily casual since they’d reconnected that the effort of getting fancy hadn’t seemed worth it.
Nate seemed to echo Quin’s sentiment about Devon’s suit and she wanted to comment on the fact that not everyone could pull something like that off without looking silly or costumed. The redhead didn’t know much about fashion, but she knew there was a whole ‘nother level calle ‘high fashion’ that she didn’t dare touch. Devon’s outfit had to fall somewhere in that category…
The boss man demurred when Nate made his compliment, and Quin decided that further gushing might be considered laying it on too thick.
Nate mentioned getting a drink and asked if she or Devon wanted anything. Looking down at her near empty glass, Quin was getting ready to accept when Devon took care of things for them. She could have one more, the heels weren’t that hard to walk in. Watching the head of Haven retreat towards the bar, Quin smiled slightly and shook her head.
”He’s something else, isn’t he? I still can’t believe he remembered who I was. Does he know everyone like that?” Even after working as an investigator for Haven for several months, Quin still didn’t know exactly what it was Nate did every day beyond his normal administrative duties, but she knew he worked closely with the upper echelon of the organization.
”To be honest though, I’m shocked how poorly I am remembering everyone. I mean, I know Michael…” she said, nodding in the guy’s diretion and wondering if anyone here knew him as anything other than, “The Ranger.” “...and I know you, and I sort of know Noel...but beyond that I’m drawing a bit of a blank.”
Quin smiled at Nate as the drinks arrived, ”What do I need to know?”
More and more people filtered into the party and Quin was surprised to see familiar face. She’d known that Michael was working for Haven in some security capacity, that much had been covered in the company tour, but she hadn’t run into him yet.
It had been a while since they’d spoken, since he’d kicked her ass at her dojo in fact. They’d have to catch up. Thanks to Mr. Wong and her sessions at several local gyms, Quin had learned quite a lot. Maybe they’d even have to spar again sometime.
Mr. Hadden...Devon...continued to speak and Quin had to keep smiling at his easy manner. ”Okay...Devon.” she interjected. Again, it was clear why this venture of his was so successful. He was tired, the redhead could empathize, but didn’t mention her sweats or fancy ice cream. Socializing was good for the soul, she had to admit. Tonight might just be worth the effort it had taken to make it.
A familiar form made his way into the room and Quin smirked just slightly as he made his way over and kissed her on the cheek. How did he manage to wear clothes so easily? Had he even had to try? It didn’t look like it… Casual elegance...that was the word.
Devon pointed out their current topics of conversation and the redhead preened a bit herself...everyone liked a compliment.
”Not too long…” she replied, ”But you would have been in trouble if you’d told me I had to be here and then failed to show. I assume you had to wait on a sitter, so I’ll forgive your tardiness...maybe Devon will too.”
As for his clothes, Quin finally gave the boss-man a thorough once over. If Nate looked casual in his clothes, Devon looked like every speck of clothing had been chosen with a purpose in mind, right down to the rather impressive cane he held in his hand. ”We are a good looking bunch in all of our finest, that’s for sure.” she said, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe social events weren’t so bad after all.
Quin had been right. 7:00 sharp had meant different things to different people. The longer the redhead sat perched on her seat, the more people trickled in. It seemed that the summons had worked like a charm and the members of Haven were braving the bad weather to...socialize? Quin sipped her drink and had to wonder if there was more to the gathering than met the eye. Would there be an announcement later? Was this just a carrot on a stick to ensure people stuck around?
Again, Quin wished she’d paid more attention during the introductions. She’d let her Detective skills take over during the process and she’d only put energy into committing names to memory if the people would be important to her daily duties. She wasn’t Sherlock Holmes, she didn’t have a photographic memory, and she definitely wasn’t going to know everyone in the organization. Time passed and Quin continued to sip her drink, eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces. After a time, one approached. This face, Quin had made sure to memorize and attach with a name, the big boss himself had decided to converse. Quin resisted the urge to pull down the hem of her dress...or pull up the neck...old habits dying hard again. A dress like this would have drawn disproving scowles from the upper brass of the NYPD...this wasn’t the NYPD though, and Mr. Hadden appreciated Quin’s footwear. The redhead grinned and extended her leg at the knee to better show off the heels.
”The message said trendy and I don’t do things in half measure.” she explained, ”Though, if I’m being honest, halfway here I was wishing I’d simply worn my snow boots. I managed well enough though.” The redhead’s smile turned conspiratorial, ”To be honest though, I cheated. The bottoms of these things are plastic and I grew myself some spikes for traction.” The modifications had been necessary, it had been years since Quin had worn heels that tall and she hadn’t wanted to break her neck.
Mr. Hadden’s knowledge of her name was honestly impressive. It went a long way to explaining the man’s success that he made a point to know the people he employed...and he wanted to know how she was? ”I’m good. Wasn’t planning a night out on short notice...but now that I’m here I’m sort of glad. I’m really wishing I’d paid more attention to names on my tour though.” More candor...Quin just wasn’t good at mincing words.
”How are you Mr. Hadden?” she said, throwing the pleasantry back at her bosses...bosses...boss? Was that enough bosses? She’d have to ask around to find out.
Ugh. Summoned to the office...well, the club that was technically a part of the office. That was something that Quin had never had to deal with..she also hadn’t ever had to worry about wearing anything “trendy” to such a meeting. She supposed it was par for the course though, this was a huge humanitarian organization. People needed to dress to impress if they were going to woo donors and the like. Still...Quin had already pulled on sweats, piled her hair in a messy bun, and dug into a pint of her favorite fancy ice cream. Archer, party of one.
The whole anti-social thing had gotten a little crazy, Quin decided 10 minutes later having texted Nate to find out if she actually had to go to this thing. Apparently she did.
It had been literal years since Quin had worn anything that could remotely be considered trendy, but after pulling nearly everything from her closet Quin found something that could probably be considered trendy...as long as trendy still meant low cut on top, high cut on bottom, and kind of ruffly and decorated. Quin looked over at the clock and groaned, to make it by 7:00 she was going to really have to hurry...where was her makeup? Business casual for day-to-day work was one thing, but if she was actually going to get dressed up she was going to do it right .
What seemed to be a very short time later if anyone asked Quin, she was making her way out of her apartment wondering how she had ever felt that heels were an indispensable part of her wardrobe.
Another short time later found the redhead making her way into “Inferno.” Quin had known the place existed and that she was allowed some kind of exclusive membership based on her role at Haven, but she’d never taken advantage. Activities similar to the one she’d been engaging in when the call had gone had had been much more interesting. Quin’s new job and the cutting loose of old baggage had completely changed her life...but some habits die hard and it wasn’t like she needed to troll the bar for men.
As she entered the club, Quin wondered what could possibly be important enough to call everyone in at once.
....apparently it was a party. Or at least it looked like one…
There were lights...and music...and Hors d'oeuvres...and a bartender. Thank GOD there was a bartender. Quin made her way over there and got a drink. A real one, it had been a while since she’d done that too.
Apparently 7:00 on the dot was left open for interpretation because there simply weren’t very many people there yet. The people who were there were people she didn’t really know, but had definitely been introduced to at some point. Still..she didn’t remember names. Wait...was that Noel? Oh man...socializing was too much to ask at this point. Quin found a seat and sat.
Where was Nate? If she had to be here...he’d better too.
OOC - Make sure to tag me on Discord if you talk to Quin!
Posted by Quincy Archer on Feb 7, 2018 12:55:11 GMT -6
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”No problem.” Quin said, settling down into her office chair with a smile.
The cases on the redhead’s desk followed a somewhat alarming pattern. The NYPD had been lots of things, including misogynistic and full of nepotism...but as an organization, they hadn’t had a problem with mutants on the force. In fact, MRC had become a model for the rest of the country for how to integrate mutants into law enforcement.
Not everyone was so lucky.
”The folder in your hand is the case of Mrs. Santos. She’s lived in the same apartment with her husband and two children for more than a decade. Mrs. Santos is a mutant, and one of her children just had their powers manifest.” Quin paused for a moment so Nate could locate the info in the folder if he desired.
’The power manifestation was somewhat loud but didn’t cause any property damage and nobody was hurt. The Santos family has never had a late rent payment and as far as anyone, including me, can find they’re model tenants.” This is where things got...distasteful.
”The landlord stopped by after receiving some calls about the noise and discovered the genetic status of Mrs. Santos and her son. The man was uncomfortable, to say the least, and issued a heavy warning on the spot. Three days later, an eviction notice was posted. Legal is asserting that the family is being removed based solely on their mutant status. I’m digging into the super and establishing a history of good behavior from the family.”
That was how it worked, she gathered the evidence, and Legal took it from there. It was crazy how similar to detective work it all was.
Quin nodded towards the other folders, ”These others are all similar,” she said, ”The green folder is a man who was fired for being a minute late a week after his mutant status was discovered. The red folder is a valedictorian who was offered a full ride scholarship to a local private university who then pulled the offer once her status was discovered. They aren’t even bothering to hide the fact that it was because she’s a mutant, they maintain that since they’re a private institution it’s their prerogative.”
Quin shook her head as she looked, there were more folders, but those were the ones she’d really made progress on...well besides the human trafficking case.
’Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky growing up. All my friends and family thought I was some kind of novelty, probably because they didn’t think what I could do was any kind of threat.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Feb 2, 2018 9:12:06 GMT -6
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Nodding her acknowledgement to the bleeding guy, Quin decided that in situations like this it was best to mind one’s own business rather than prod the guy with the scalp laceration for information on how he’d failed to notice his blood spilling everywhere.
A few moments passed and Quin lost herself in trying to hit the bag in the rhythmic, effective way that she knew would actually improve her coordination and strength. It was more difficult than she wanted to admit and the redhead had to work to keep self-doubt from sneaking in to bother her.
A voice sounded and Quin reached out automatically to grab the bag, turning her head slightly to listen to the offer being made by the bleeding guy. He wanted to help her with the bag?
The stubborn side of ex-detective Archer wanted to curtly inform the man that she was just fine and didn’t need any help thankyouverymuch. The practical side, however, urged the redhead to take help where it was offered. The guy had done well in the ring and could probably show her a thing or two. If training sessions with Michael had taught her anything, it was that diversity was key to being successful in a fight.
”I am uncomfortable.” Quin admitted candidly. ”I’m trying to diversify my skill set. I mostly practice aikido and striking isn’t even something you learn. Recent events convinced me that a bit of offense would be helpful.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Feb 2, 2018 8:41:20 GMT -6
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Quin nodded her head silently as Wong explained the plan. It was simple as far as stakeouts were concerned, but a bit more “hands on” than Quin was used to. Tensions were running high between the two international factions and things could get hairy if they weren’t careful. Quin hadn’t mentioned it, but she’d lined her workout clothes with a layer of kevlar just thick enough to provide protection if any bullets were to come in her direction. It would have to do. Getting some hard evidence of the human trafficking ring was worth it.
There really wasn’t much more to it and that served Quin just fine. The more simple operations like this were, the better they tended to turn out. Get in, get the evidence, get out. Wong moved and pointed out that from here it’d be best for them to be quiet and the redhead nodded her head.
Offered a boost over the wall, Quin took a quick approach and scaled the barrier with little trouble, pausing at the top to offer a hand down to Wong.
He didn’t need it. Quin arched an impressed eyebrow and found herself wondering, once again, exactly who she was dealing with. Dropping down to the other side of the wall, Detective Archer simply reminded herself that sometimes the ends justified the means.
Onward they went, towards the dilapidated school, Wong holding aside the fence so Quin could climb through.
Things were about to get interesting one way or another.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jan 23, 2018 14:43:42 GMT -6
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Quin involuntarily smiled as Nate made his way into her office. It was hard not to grin when he was dressed all professional-like. The man knew how to wear business casual...he also knew how to wear casual casual casual...he also knew how to wear anything else...or nothing else. The thought almost made her laugh.
Of all people, Quin should have known better than to dip her quill into the proverbial office ink pot, but she'd checked the HR code for the company. There was nothing in there against fraternization. Not a word. Not even if the fraternization was occurring between a superior and a subordinate. It was odd in this day in age, but the people at the top of the company seemed to hire mostly on a recruiting basis. When you went seeking someone out for employment you tended to know them better than if they walked in off the street with a resume that could be half made-up. Things had been hectic lately for Nate. Norah’s Mom had gotten a job opportunity that required her to move. Quin had stayed out of the whole thing, it had all seemed like dangerous territory. This hadn’t just involved a potential romantic interest...it had involved Nate’s daughter. That complicated things significantly, but Quin hadn’t felt like it was her place to comment. Things with her and Nate had been too easy for too long to start making things hard. It was much too easy to simply go with the flow.
A bright smile welcomed the visit from the overlord. He wanted progress reports on her current cases? Well that was easy enough to do since the multiple folders were already laid out and organized on her desk.
”It does feel like it’s been a long time.” she said, [color-buttercup]”But we’ve both been busy. Maybe we can clear some scheduled time later this week, but business first.” [/color] Yes, business first. Quin stayed behind her desk, the better to keep things business-like.
Grabbing the closest folder, the redhead held it out towards Nate so he could look. ”I kept some things from the NYPD, old habits die hard. “ she said, ”I’ve got paper copies of all the case notes in folders like these, but I’m also making electronic copies of everything case related that I’ve set up on a secure company server.”
That said, Quin sank down in her chair and leaned back, smiling, ”So, would you rather I run you through everything or do you want to read for yourself.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jan 16, 2018 9:12:05 GMT -6
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The office fern was still alive. That had to be a good thing, right? If the office fern was still alive and work was getting done, it meant that Quin was doing a good job.
Things had been slow in the beginning and Quin had spent most of her days working on her existing case and getting things set up in her office. There had been a few hiccups with her PI license, but not even the begrudging NYPD could hold up paperwork forever and Quin had found herself the proud owner of a PI's license. Not that it had kept her from working in the meantime...but it was nice to have that little scrap of plastic to prove everything was on the up and up. SHe was limited...but could still do something.
Things had picked up though. There were now mulitple folders on the redhead's desk where there had only been one in previous weeks. The office ficus was thriving, but there were post-its stuck to its pot to remind Quin about some of the things she needed to do. It was a necessary sacrifice for a dwelling so close to the computer. The ficus didn't seem to mind, Quin appreciated its compliance. Teamwork was important, after all.
The new cases were good ones, ones she'd been able to make progress with. People needed help and the work Quin was doing was going to help them.
A knock on the door made her look up, "Come on in!"