The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
It had been three days since Sara had been shot in the head and left for dead. With out her eye sight, she wasn’t much use to anyone. Especially herself, but she had to show herself that she could still be independent. So Sara had headed off, away from the mansion alone. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going, or if she planned on returning. The people there that knew her, should just understand that some times a cats got to do what a cat’s got to do, and at the moment this blind cat had to show herself that she could find her way to her chosen home before being shot in the head, with out help.
The beginning of Sara’s journey, she only followed the sounds of the city. This got her headed in the right direction. Luke’s cane traveled back and forth in front of her feet telling her of the un seen obstacles, and her sense of smell told here what parts of the city she had been in recently. The thing is it had been three days since Sara had been shot and there had been many other smells that berried her own. She found herself turned around in the mazes of streets, more than once, and at the point of the night, that she realized she was loosing it, it was 2 am.
Sara had been walking since 7. She hadn’t eaten yet, and her stomach was cussing her out in every possible word a stomach could cuss with. She leaned against a brick wall for a moment, trying to figure things out in her head.
Currently Sara stood beside an empty Warehouse. At one time, the Warehouse had been used to assemble bikes, but now it was empty. Not even a security guard or car, sat in the fenced in parking lot with the barbed wire lacing the top, less than fifteen feet a head of her.
"Yeah... winter wonderland was really useful. What would we have done without good old Sam."
The corner of Sara’s mouth twitched. She kept it from curving up into a smile because she felt his sonar buzz a different toon. What Luke, and his sonar was telling Sara was that she was headed on the right track, just before she pushed him harder.
"You still think that was me?!"
Sara stood firmly with the cane held tight, between her hands. Vertical. She wasn’t sure anymore what she really believed, but she knew what she wanted to believe, and she knew what she chose to make Luke think she believed. She was sticking to her guns on that because it was what she knew would help Luke. Because if she could help Luke, maybe she wasn’t so far from being what Luke thought of himself.
"What in the world does it take to get through to you?"
“I don’t know.” Sara breathed out, evenly. She didn’t have to lie or guess there.
"I know what this is."
Sara faced a different direction from Luke, but her eye brow still rose. Oh did he. Had she chosen subjects that were too obvious?
"You're just not ready to deal with being blind so you figure you'll strike out at anyone close. Maybe if you drive your friends away then you can focus on feeling sorry for yourself."
“Ding, ding, ding, ding!” Sara let her voice rise with the actual frustration so that it echoed in the fake surroundings. And a family of fake birds chirped up with her. Sara was hitting nerves and Luke hit yet another. “You would know, wouldn’t you. What it’s like. What a shock.” Ok maybe not a shock seeing as Luke was blind since birth. Sara worked t recover, quickly. “I’ll never be ready to deal with being blind! Not that you know what this is like.” Sara paused for a moment knowing full well once these things were out they couldn’t be She resteadied her nerve and lowered her voice so that it was steady and callous, again. “It’s not like you can miss what you never had.”
Lies
Following where Luke’s voice was coming from, Sara started walking in back in his general direction. Slow steady calculating steps. “You tell me exactly how worthless you feel next to every one else, and yet you’re still here. Is it that you like making every one else look GOOD!” On that last low word Sara Swong the cam up in a half circle motion so that it might strike in the general side. Of Luke. Though what part of Luke’s side Sara wasn’t sure. She was only aware that Luke was with in cane’s reach by the sounds f his sonar, breaths, and heart beat.
Oh Luke didn’t know it but he hit yet another sore spot with Sara. Two actually. “My mutation has never been something I’ve had the choice of controlling.” Sara didn’t have to act there, to pull off the stress in her voice. She blamed the way she was for her past. But at least at the beginning of her past, she looked human. She could still draw her face. Her first face. Or at least she could when she could see. “When this happened, I was 12.” Sara opened her hand and brought it up like she was going to touch her face, then stopped. Her hand just ort of hovered. Them moved in a fast circle in front of her eyes that knew her own padded hand was inches away. “ All I had to learn was to keep my feet from tripping on my tail.” Sara still didn’t know if her mutation was even natural, or if it had been induced. If someone purposefully deformed her, along with all the other things they did to her.
Yes Sara had been there when Raina’s mutation had first manifested, but this wasn’t about her, or Raina. It was about this Luke. He would have to learn how to feel this power much like Sara was going to have to learn how to get around without sight. They were both going to knock a lot of thing over, but one of them was going to try to do it purposefully.
“To be honest, I don’t see a difference.” Sara said pouring in a controlled amount of attitude from the emotions she let Luke effect so that she seemed callus, rather than angry or sad. These were feelings that went with the current subject, Sara was used to hiding. It worked well in telling things that weren’t true. “Doesn’t it work like simply moving a hand, or an extra appendage? I’ve seen Sam be quite dexterous with new ice abilities. Didn’t he call that last one winter wonder lands? Useful, wasn’t it.” That night was a bad night. Sara remembered Luke’s attitude then, mixed with hers, and she hoped her starting to push that memory, would bring back some thought. The way he said he was helpless, even though he wanted to kick some tail and keep fighting. “If Sam wasn’t there, I don’t think we would have been able to interrogate those men… I still wonder if that house was all you.”
The more Luke went on, the more Sara was realizing that this session wasn’t just going to be tough on him. It was going to be tough on her. Raina still hadn’t told her what exactly happened in Paris, and based on what Luke was saying it actually was getting bad back then.
Why hadn’t Raina said anything to Sara yet, that told her what happened? Was Sara really that far detached from people when she thought her social life had been growing? She should have that shopping trip with Raina by now. Especially now that she may not be able to appreciate her possible purchases as much.
“You’re right. Sense of smell does mean little to most people who would use this room.” Sara replied trying to take her mind off of what ever happened. Wishing she’d been there.
“So wild animals. Anything like me?” Sara joked. This was probably one of the last jokes before her and Luke got pissed at each other. From what Luke had said, to help him she was going to have to make him angry, or scared. Or something other than this happy go lucky mask that Sara felt was up, because of her current situation.
Sara had grown tired of the pity parties Luke gave himself because he didn’t think he was worth as much as he was. Because if Luke didn’t think he was worth anything, then Sara couldn’t be worth much in her current condition either and Sara had to believe that she could do things on her own again. Sara couldn’t stand herself if she couldn’t be independent so if she had to prove anything to herself, it was to prove to Luke that he wasn’t worthless.
Her lips pressed together and her mind started shifting to the more vindictive side. The side she had back at the test house. Back at his apartment with Raina. Luke I’m sorry. Sara told Luke in her head, though the word wouldn’t be said out loud. I’m going to repay you for helping me, and if I do things right, we might not look at each other the same way again and saying things out loud will only make what I am going to do, harder to accomplish. Sara’s left hand tightened around the cane Luke had given her.
“Well that’s stupid, isn’t it.” Sara commented. Acting as she really believed what she was saying.
Yup… Echoes… A big room with big Echoes… Never again would Sara wonder about the dangerous room for it had great and wonderful echoes. That was not a bid deal to her. She’d been in caves before, Big rooms in big caves. Ad the echoes weren’t nearly as interesting as the sound of a hammer in your hand, echoing off of the side of a barn half a mile away. That one sounded like a double drum. Sara’s ears just swiveled back and forth.
The floor felt like if fell away from her feet, or like something came through the floor to her feet. Sara was slightly confused at the feeling of grass springing up. She crouched to run one hand along the floor admiring the way the shift had felt. “Too bad the smells not right.”
"Whatever kind of training may help us in future missions can be simulated in this 'dangerous room' as you call it. Impressed yet?"
“By the room yes.” Sara commented. Her ears flicked back and forth again following the sounds of the artificial birds above. “But this room means you can only train for situations you can dream up, if I understand things correctly. I hope your imaginations are as impressive.”
Sara stood back up, and the tip of her tail only gave a small twitch to counter her balance. “So about those sound blasts. Is there anything you find more effective for triggering those?” Not that Sara would really be able to see it. “Just out of curiosity.” Sara said as she started to explore a little more. She slid her feet across the grass one way, Then another, trying to find out exactly how much room she had around her.
Vanessa grinned broadly. She took two steps back from Sara, gave the two blind mutants a bow. “Yes Sir.” Then turned and ran off down the hall way.
Sara turned her head and her ear flicked in the direction of down the hall, as Vanessa pushed the door open for the stairs, then disappeared from where Sara could hear her, and the low buzz from Luke’s sonar was all she could make out. Even over lights. From the sonar’s volume, Sara could tell Luke was keeping it low for her, but it still made the fur on the back of her neck want to stand up. “As you can see, Doc Prof provided me with a new shirt, but he neglected my request for new ear muffs.”
"You'd be amazed how well those cane's work in a fight. It's firm enough to do the damage but flexible enough to deliver a slight whippy spring to it."
Really… Sara moved the cane out from the crook of her arm and weighed it in her hands. Nice. Luke handed her a weapon, helped her, and insulted her all in the same gesture. “That’s all fine and dandy but you are aware I need to see a target to hit it, Right? Not unless I develop a sonar like you, and I think that would be painful for me.”
Yes Sara felt like smacking Luke. Just once. But there was the not seeing. Then the fact that she knew she probably owed her life to him after last night. Plus Sam had once told her that fighting was for inside the danger room. A room that they were about to enter anyways.
"So, are you ready to check out the danger room?"
She moved the cane so that it was vertical. Held between her two hands and the tip was between her toes. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Luke tapped out the number code to open the electronic doors and Sara liked to think she knew the pattern he tapped out, based on sound. She doubted she would pass if the numbers were made into a test, but that wasn’t the point to what she wanted to think.
The tips of her fingers reached out to the wall, then slid across to the door as she started to walk, slowly, in. “This is it?”
When Sara woke up, she immediately ditched the paper gown she’d been in, since she first arrived. Almost all her cloths had been able to be salvaged, so she was able to put on her own pants and underwear, once she discovered them folded on the chair next to the bed. There was a running braw, that was the type most ladies used as tops in the summer, that fit over her fur jut right. However her white top, she’d been wearing when she was shot, was wrecked. As a replacement, Sara had been handed a zip up hoody, she left half way un zipped.
Currently, Sara sat sideways with her feet dangling off of the side of the infirmary cot. Her tail dangled off of the other side, and her head faced the wall directly a head of her, though, no, she couldn’t see it. Not yet. But she could still used every one of her other senses. At the moment, she was using two. Her sense of smell and her sense of touch. Between her paw like hands she held something that had been handled by Luke. She was running her hand down it’s long side, and she felt where the object was meant to collapse. Sara didn’t know how to accept this gift.
It was a cane. A freakin’ cane. Sara knew Luke was trying to help but the gift made it hard to believe Luke’s words, of encouragement.
A 11 year old girl stood at the foot of Sara’s bed. Unbeknown by Sara, the girl also had a tail and her ears were slightly pointed, with a rosy color of light pink to her skin, that made a deep contrast with her short cut black hair and bangs that were cut so there was a corner coming down in the middle of her forehead. So her face sort of made a heart shape. The girl watched Sara’s tail intently, waiting for farther directions.
Doc Prof was mingling in the corner. Sometime while Sara was sleeping, he had snuck around her infirmary room, and cleaned up her mess. At the moment, he was reciting a few tests that he could run for Sara, to see what was going on, but most of what he said, meant nothing to her. If her sight was going to come back, her body would do all the work, but if it didn’t come back, she knew there was nothing that could be done. After all, she was a healer. She shouldn’t have even needed Doc Prof’s help.
“So what’s your name?” Sara said, purposefully interrupting doc Prof, to talk to the girl that had given her the cane.
The young girl’s skin darkened so that it was almost purple and smoke, that smelled like vanilla rose incense, emitted from her ears. “It’s Vanessa, Miss Sara, but most call me Vale.”
“Vale then. The man who asked you to deliver this,” Sara lifted the cane. “I’m supposed to meet him at the danger room. Will you help me find it? I don’t exactly know my way around here.”
Doc Prof made a sound of dismay in the corner, that Sara completely ignored. Doc Prof still believed more rest was what Sara needed, not being moved around. Vale nodded, with a grin, while Sara waited to hear her answer. “Yes ma’am, Miss Sara.”
.. .. .. .. ..
Sara’s second experience, trying to walk without seeing, was better than her first experience. Thanks to Vanessa (AKA Vale) she didn’t run into anything, or knock thing over. Stairs were interesting to conquer but with her leading eye mutant at her elbow, they weren’t impossible. However going down the stairs would probably be easier if Sara put the cane down in front of her, and checked each step, rather than stubbornly holding the long cane under, the crook of, her arm.
Finally the girl turned the last corner, Sara in tow, and there they were. “Here’s Mr. Jacobs, Miss Sara.” Vanessa said brightly as they came to a stop. “Is there anything else?” The 11 year old stood straight. Her attention went from Sara, to Luke, to Sara’s tail, then back to Luke.
“You too, Luke.” Sara’s ear twitched as she listened to Luke stand and move around. There was the clink of the dishes, and Sara regretted not taking more, but her stomach was having trouble handling what she had taken. She couldn’t tell if that was still because of her nerves, that still felt tender, or because of the ordeal she had just gone through.
“Thank you.” Sara said to Luke’s back as he disappeared out of the infirmary. Sara let herself melt back into the pillow, and closed her almost completely golden eyes. Sara pulled her knees up to her body, as she tried to fall asleep.
As they drove, Sara turned herself in her seat so that she was properly facing Bacchus, and she could easily see Lori, who was completely out, and the boy toy, who wasn’t quite out. Sara looked him over from the front seat. He looked like he’d be fine. She only kept attacking him, because once things started, he was either attacking her, or in her way. The van wasn’t handling nearly as well as it should and as Sara stared at the back, her right arm stop out to press against the dash, to brace herself into the seat. At the same time, she felt her muscles complain. She hadn’t had a chance to fully heal.
“Right well from out past experience I figured you’d bounce back faster than that.”
“You mean sort of like that Vomit bounced out of your stomach?” Sara shook her head. “Healing hurts, and near him it doesn’t work.” Sara nodded towards the male in the back seat.
”Maybe you should start wearing shoes… not my fault you didn’t have any on.”
Again, Sara shook her head. “Shoes hurt my feet. That and they give my feet the dexterity of oven gloves.” Not to mention they would take away a key set of Sara’s weapons. Her claws on her feet. Shoes were just impractical to Sara. “Besides. I wasn’t on my feet.”
The Van tilted, and Sara leaned with Bacchus, to try to balance out the car. Sara ended up leaning forward, towards the giant. When he gave her the directions, she didn’t bother sitting back down. She simply grabbed the back of their front seats, and with a stiff breath of air, from the cramps her body was still having, Sara simply, gracefully turned and swung her legs over the front seats
Jenny was tossed out first. With her hand pulled out of Jacen’s. her legs would hit the ground first, as Sara held on to her upper body so that she could slow Jenny’s progress to the ground, and make her land so she wasn’t close to the tires. Still not the gentlest drop off, but Sara could have done worst.
Boy Toy was next. Sara reached for hi arm, and tried to drop him off the same way, only on top of Jenny.
Sara had listened half way to the men, and in the other half of her mind was making a mental check list. Now that they weren’t moving, and Sara’s body wasn’t working on the skies of the dog sled and she was standing , the cold was starting to slip in through her fur. She was just shrugging into her vest when the smell of Jerky started making her mouth water.
“Guess kitty won’t get the big fish?”
“Kitty would rather move around on land, thank you very much.” Sara said rolling the spear between her fingers. There was a bow and arrows she’d seen earlier, and wondered if there was a second set. Sara had only used them for a year. They made things much easier, for Sara, back in the old days.
"You think you two will be alright?"
“Think about who you’re talking to.” Sara grinned as she spoke. They would have things covered. Sara thought as she plucked a couple of pieces of jerky out of the bag, with the tips of her claws. She plucked the first piece in her mouth and started to suck on the flavors. “We’ll be fine.”
The funny thing about electricity is you don’t know exactly what your doing at the time. You’re aware of the pain of the electrical current ripping through your body, but all your muscles tighten and your body contorts. The first shock came on heavy and rather than staying the same, it got worst because no healing factor means one cooked kitty.
The water shoved Sara out of the man’s field of anti mutation evilness and it was like watching a rag doll go skidding across the side walk. The currents of electricity died away slowly, and all Sara could do was lay there, and breath, and be wet. Every muscle in her body felt like someone had given her one giant hurts donut.
Then slowly, the ache was dieing away. Sara’s breaths came in easier and quieter, and she turned her head, with her hair draping in the puddle of water that surrounded her, so that she could look at the other three. Her opponent had dropped to the ground as well and Sara felt some satisfaction. She let out a weak chuckle as the vomit splashing girl crawled over to her man and held a shoe, as if that was about to help. Then there was an odd thing. Bacchus, who Sara decided was entirely too smug with himself for the pain he’d just put her through, approached the other two, and shrunk.
Sara’s head tried to tilt, and instantly she winced. Pain was still in her muscles, even if they were trying to recover. Sirens sounded in the distance, and Sara felt new adrenalin hit her system urging her to get up. She rocked herself up onto one elbow, then started trying to get her arms and legs to cooperate as they finished healing, and that’s about the time Bacchus had come and dragged her to the car. She was getting better when she didn’t feel her healing factor going again. She had enough in her to slide in the seat and consider putting on a seat belt.
“Sorry bout this Sheila. Kinda made a mess here…”
“Nawwww…. Ya think?” Sara yelled back. “What’s wrong with you anyways. You knew her abilities,” Sara waved her arm to the back seat where the shoe wielder sat and Sara kept her in her peripheral vision. “but you still decide to soak the street with shocky. I’M BARE FOOT OUT THERE! Seriously. What the Hell?”
Sara’s body felt like it was melting into the infirmary bed. The entire day before, was finally catching up to her. She didn’t know if she really could sleep, but she knew she was tired.
“The room still sounds Dangerous.” Sara commented. Though the play was still in her voice. Mixed with the clear tiredness that was setting in. “I suppose I have a few things I need to relearn while I wait to see if my sight comes back.”
Sara ran her fingers through her hair. She had to make her way back to the empty house, she’d left her belongings at, sometime. Weather that was with the Doc’s permission ot not was still to be seen. For now, Sara was content to let herself stay where it should be safe and rest.
Once Sara woke up again, Sara was going to go crazy if she had to sit still and her sight wasn’t back. Waiting wasn’t Sara’s strong point. “If you have the day free you can show me the danger room tomorrow, or I guess that would be tonight if it is the time I think it is. If I’m not hear, call my cell.” Doc. Prof probably wouldn’t be happy with Sara wanting to get active again, but he had to understand how unrestful over resting can be.
“Ear muffs?” Sara shook her heads. The images of herself with ear muffs popped in her mind and how ridiculous that would be. Then the smile melted slightly. An image… at least she could still see things from her memories, but that sort of hurt.
Sara swallowed and leaned back against the pillow. “I can just see myself with earmuffs, Luke” Sara tried to keep the game going because weather she was supposed to joke or not, in this condition, she decided it felt better. “Can you imagine me with ear muffs even in the summer? My ears would sweat. You can’t tell me sweaty ears would be any better for my health.”
Sara shifted on the cot so that she was on her side leaning on an elbow. Fluffing her pillow before she tried to settle back down into the sheets. Her tail dangled over the side, coiling back and forth now and then. Sara listened to Luke’s proposal.
“I still don’t understand why you people rave about this dangerous room. Or why you keep a dangerous room n a school.” No one had ever quite explained to Sara about the danger room but she heard people rave about it. What was the big deal about a room?
“So in other words you want the help of someone who can really piss you off.” Sara finally leaned her head against the pillow as she spoke. “I think I can do that.”
Sara didn’t exactly know what to think here. Did Luke intend to be presenting her with this challenge now? Because that’s what this was going to be. And since it was a challenge, Sara of course couldn’t say it didn’t peek her interest. To be honest, Sara didn’t think she could actually help.
(Permission given to god mode but I can still edit if asked.)
Sara wasn’t sure what was going on with her healing factor, but the more she was facing off with Jenny’s date, the more she wondered what his powers actually were. Based on their brief exchange, his power definitely wasn’t super human strength. She had topped him there. Same for speed. But at the same time she was starting to feel winded and the muscles in her arms actually started the ach, the more she used them. Not to mention her head.
Her attack was very successful in getting her opponent on the ground. Though he still had fight left in him as she saw his legs sweeping for hers. She had just enough time to tilt her body and tumble, roughly across the black top. Still holding his leg. There was a brief struggle as the two rolled and the man tried getting on top of Sara.
Now if you ever watch two cat’s fight, you should know exactly how painful it can be to pin and try to get on top of another cat. Sara’s right hand moved to the man’s bicep and she tried sinking her claws in to give herself leverage in pushing him up. Her legs twisted and coiled so that her clawed feet pressed against his chest. She was about to kick up when the water hit.
Normal water Sara could deal with but this was super charged water. Water that hurt a lot, not just because of the pressure it hit you with, but the electricity that was so nicely provided by the other blond. Thank you other blond, for this lovely shocking experience. Sara and her should do this again… real soon.
The electricity hit Sara’s body and all the air hissed out of her lunges. Her muscles contracted, and she was pushed sideways by the waters force.
Sara finally let her mind slip to something other than her own emotions at the tone of Luke’s voice. She bit her lower lip for a moment.
"Mopy? I assure you Sara, I have never had a mopy moment in my life!"
“Bull…” Sara said She let herself laugh and take a bite of the food.
"I've had moments of sadness... self-reflection... perhaps even a divine melancholy but I have never been mopy!"
“Right.” Sara shook her head and went for another scoop with the spoon. Here she was feeling like crap. Her own sight was either still healing or it wasn’t coming back and the idea of that loss was like loosing a friend, Sara had known for longer than she had actually known anyone. Was it wrong to admit that having a joke felt good?
“I suppose my fist coming your way, will be a surprise to you then.” Sara mocked back. She finished her first bowl of mac’n cheese. With out thinking she followed the direction the bowl had come from and set it down on the table, with the pan.
“So I guess I’ll have more of a reason to wear ear plug around you.” Sara tried to mock back to Luke. She was still not completely feelin’ it.
