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.
Also, my schedule for the next few days will be a bit different. I'll be at CONvergence Thursday and Friday. (CONvergence is a sci-fi convention that basically brings together all things geeky under one roof for for days.) I'll be listening to panel discussions on Star Trek vs. Star Wars, checking out the cosplayers, and possibly tossing some gnomes. I'll be disappointed if there isn't at least one zombie uprising while I'm there. I'll have my comp with me, in case I need a break from the crowds, but my expectations for my postingness are not high.
Then, on Saturday I'll be going to my cousin's wedding. Yes, they are getting married on the fourth of July. Probably the Americans (or resident aliens) among you won't miss me too much because you'll be watching fireworks. For the Brits, Aussies, overseas Americans, Argentinians, Canadians, and all the rest: try not to get too lonely on the cbox.
>>>“I can see past your tricks. A sneaky little illusionist you are…”
So those glowing green eyes could sense her despite her visual tricks. That was helpful to know, actually. A moment later Sara had appeared behind the woman, calling her Alexandra. Very well, Sara could keep her busy while she continued to keep an eye on the president's group and the mysterious visitor atop the flag pole as well as kept an eye out for any other members of the team the glowing green eyed woman had been talking to.
Since you two seem to know each other, I'll let you play with this one, went her message to the puma woman. See if you can do something about that communicator of hers. It could be a hindrance to have her chatting with other members of her team.
With that, Katrina slid off the steps around a statue and headed off toward the center of the square. Her attentions were divided between the president, the area above him where someone still hid up one of the flag poles, and her pretend blue haired psychic that was still standing calmly next to the woman she assumed was an assassin. She was tempted to show the creepy eyed woman that illusions weren't all just tricks of light, but it wasn't really important to teach that lesson right this second, especially since the less the woman understood the better she'd off she'd be later if she had to help Sara out.
A moment later, she was sprinting full speed toward the president and let her blue haired illusion fade into nothingness. Tasers up! Hold them straight up! She yelled silently in Mandarin across the square to the guards surrounding the president. She had seen a shadow which made it look like someone was leaping from one of those flag poles. UP! The guards responded, trusting her direction and raising their electric weapons. Unless that falling threat could change directions mid-air he was about to be zapped.
If he landed within a ten foot radius of the invisible group, he'd also be overcome with an incredible sense of nausea and an unbalanced dizzying feeling that would give his inner ear a workout to try and maintain any sense of balance whatsoever. With the combination of those two senses, even if he landed on his feet he wouldn't be able to keep them very long that close to the president.
Katrina kept up with the pair of long legged air elementals by sheer will and an extra dash of youthful energy. She made up for their longer strides by adding a hop, skip, or a jump every once in awhile. Though it expended more energy, she was young and had energy to spare.
At the ladder Zephyr gave a pointed look at their skirts and offered to go up first. How thoughtful of him. Katrina followed directly after him and sneezed at the top of the ladder when he sent dust clouds swirling to the corners of the room. That was a cool cleaning shortcut, right there. If only she could do the same thing to the clothes in her bedroom. A quick gust of wind that sent them all into the closet would be much faster than cleaning them up the normal way.
“You could start your own cleaning service and make a ton of money for cleaning a house in like five minutes.” Not that it would be a super exciting job.
She also moved to make room for Ghost to climb up the rest of the way and glanced around at the attic. She had only been up here once, last summer when everyone had been cleaning up and repairing the mansion. It was quickly decided that the attic hadn't needed many repairs, and attentions had been diverted to other areas that needed more care.
“An attic like this is kind of like a time capsule, I think. It keeps a record of people's lives so that later people like us can come along and imagine what their lives must have been like.” A student that used to live here could have studied at that desk. One of the teachers may have had this lamp on their desk. Someone may have worn this outfit for some special occasion.
Speaking of outfits, there was a big trunk right in the middle of the floor that, if Katrina's memory was correct, held a combination of Halloween costumes and vintage clothing that also could have been worn on that late October holiday. The young illusionist moved toward the big trunk and removed a lamp from on top of it so she could open it and reveal the contents.
“See?” Katrina removed the top article of clothing and let it unfold itself as she held it up. It was a drab colored jumpsuit that could have been the type worn by a World War II fighter pilot- someone much taller than herself.
“Who do you think could have worn it? I'll bet it was someone very brave,” she mused. “Here,” she held it up to Zephyr's shoulders, “I bet it would fit you.”
The tiger exhibit was kind of boring. At least for about the first thirty seconds. The tigers were napping in the sun and that was about it. None of them looked as big as Calley, but they were considerably farther away, too. Lazy and boring.
>>>"Well? What do you think?"
Katrina didn't get a chance to answer Ghost's question, because a moment later a tall man had leaped over the top of the wall of glass and into the tiger cage. Instantly things stopped being boring. Zoo keepers rushed here and there calling back and forth on walkie talkies sending messages like “We've got a 20-40 at 315” and disbelieving “What's?!” in response. People who had previously been bored flocked to the glass to watch the proceedings. People pressed up behind them, kind of pinning Ghost and Katrina in the front row.
Down below the mutant man's arms sprouted and he wrapped them around one of the tigers. With another leap he was out of the pen again. If it hadn't been chaotic before, it certainly was now as the people who had flocked in decided that they had elsewhere to be now that there was a dangerous mutant and a tiger on the loose. Some decided they had better scream, too. The crowd thinned and Katrina could see the tiger itself. It was much bigger than it had looked from far away and it was preparing to pounce.
Katrina remembered a time when she had made a real wall invisible to a certain tiger she had been riding and ended up with a pair of scraped elbows as a result. It was now time for the reverse of that trick. There were too many people around to throw up an illusion of a wall that everyone could see, but she could certainly make one that the tiger could see. It was a brick enclosure completely surrounding the tiger in his own little private world. No one could see it except the big cat. At least, that was the goal. The young illusionist hadn't practiced that particular kind of personalized illusion more than twice before so there was a number of ways that plan could fail.
“Ghost. What do we do?” Katrina figured that they had to do something. It was the right thing to do to help out in these situations. Isn't it?
Was that a smirk on his face? It seemed to Katrina as if he was barely suppressing a laugh. Honestly, she didn't think it was funny at all. Besides, she hadn't been planning on showing Cailyn the restricted area.
“I was only going to show her the door, then you came out.”
>>>“To be honest I am surprised you knew where it was other than the transfer out of state and country students and the team not many people know about where the X-jet is…”
It didn't matter what the percentage of people was that knew about where the jet was. It only took one to talk before the whole school knew something. Just because she hadn't actually heard about it from a rumor the first time didn't mean that there weren't rumors circulating. Even Cailyn could have heard about it before, which would explain her subtle hints earlier about wanting to see it. Katrina just shrugged in response to that statement. She's already explained that there were rumors.
Then Sam surprised her. He changed from grilling them about what they were doing there and why to allowing them into the hanger officially. Katrina's jaw dropped. In her year living here she'd never been allowed to go in here. Really, though, it made sense that he wouldn't care if they saw the plane. Sam was a laid back person, and he was nice. He also was logical and saw that sometimes it doesn't make a big difference if you stretch a rule. He wasn't one of those teachers that stuck with a rule even if it didn't really make sense. Her respect for him rose another notch or two as she grinned at him.
“That would be awesome.” She followed him down into the hanger with a skip in her step. The hallway that led to the hanger was considerably more well lit than the last time she had been here. Her eyes were just as wide as they had been the first time, because this time she could actually see. There were lockers on the walls with numbers, but no names.
“What are the lockers for?” Katrina asked. She thought Calley's kilt had come from one of them, but she didn't know why exactly there would be lockers full of kilts in a plane hanger.
Further along the plane came into view. It was even more spectacular looking in the light than it had been when it was hunkered in shadows. The blackbird as she was sometimes called was very sleek looking, which would help her reduce drag to go faster. Or something like that; her science teacher had talked about it at one point and it had been cool to hear about until they had to start doing calculations to measure air friction.
As they came up to the plane, Katrina resisted the urge to rub her hand against the smooth finish. Sam had said not to touch anything. The sight of the plane triggered something in her memory that didn't really belong there. For some reason she could imagine what the inside looked like, could see the cock pit and the seats, knew where the emergency exits and could guess where all the hatches were. It was as if she had been inside it before even though she hadn't been. It was the strangest sense of déjà vu.
Katrina was very used to strangers at the mansion by now. In fact, ever since she had found out she was a mutant, she was constantly meeting new people. Some eventually became friends with some, acquaintances of others, and some she never saw again. Mutants were drifters, constantly moving in and out and all about, so the stream of new faces became the norm. Katrina was always friendly toward them, always open to making new friendships. Even if the other person was only going to stay for a short while she hoped that while they were here at least it would be a pleasant experience. There were so many unpleasant experiences mutants went through, they deserved some pleasantness once in awhile. She was not afraid of strangers, even if she maybe should be.
Martin was a good climber. Katrina never would have had the strength or athleticism to pull herself up the wall like he did. Even though it took him a fair few minutes to accomplish it, she was impressed. Relatively quickly he had joined her on top of the wall.
>>>Thank you.” ... “I came here...”
He was startled into silence by the large Saint Bernard that ran over, barking suspiciously, to inspect the newcomer. No matter how big a dog he was, Bruno wasn't going to be able to reach them all the way up here. Katrina wasn't afraid of strangers and she wasn't afraid of dogs either. Even big dogs like this one that weighed more than she did quickly became her friends when they found out that she knew exactly where to scratch to relieve all of their itches and that she was an avid player of tug-o-war and fetch.
“Bruno, down boy. Sit,” she commanded, but Sam appeared behind him with another command that sent him off to lie down under the tree that had been her ladder.
Sam was Bruno's owner and one of the young adults that lived at the mansion. He was too old to be a student now by a few years, and he taught self defense classes. He was a natural leader that people at the mansion seemed to look up to and listen to. He had a certain charisma that made people want to follow him and a charm that made him agreeable to almost everyone. Katrina knew of a fair number of the girl students who had crushes on him, too. As for herself, she admired him and looked up to him as if he was an older brother. For some reason, unlike some of the other teachers and adults at the mansion that she wasn't as close to, Katrina wanted him to be able to be proud of her.
>>>“Can I ask what you two are doing up there?”
Katrina grinned down at him. “You can ask, but I'll probably answer before you get the real question out. We are people watching, enjoying the sunshine, and making our introductions. Care to join us? ” She turned back to Martin, who seemed to have tensed up for some reason.
Her smile wavered as his wave died. “This is Sam,” she added in a voice that had lost a small touch of its exuberance. What had happened there?
>>>“How do you know my name?”
It was confusion, it seemed, that had caused his funny reaction to Sam's approach. Katrina interrupted before Sam could say anything, trying to smooth over the uncomfortable feeling the new comer had.
“You just said it, and then so did I. He probably heard one of us say it before Bruno... you know,” she waved her hand toward where the dog and the cat were currently lying in the shade. Katrina looked to Sam and bit her lip, as if expecting a confirmation or a contradiction to her hypothesis.
He looked to be just a little older than Calley and Ghost, so if he was a student he would be one of the college aged ones. He had fairly nondescript brown hair and light colored eyes that looked a little greenish from Katrina's angle. Because Katrina also had grey eyes, she recognized that the color sometimes looked different depending on what colors were nearby. The green tones of his clothing probably made the grey in his eyes reflect just a hint of green. Al in all he seemed to be pretty normal looking to her. He was a bit pale, maybe, but so was she and many others of northern European descent.
Katrina was wearing a blue tshirt today with a white skirt so her eyes probably were looking a little blue. She waved back when he waved at her and gave a quizzical little smile when he quickly moved to cover his pale arm with his long sleeve. That was an odd gesture. Perhaps he got burnt by the sun easily. He took out gloves and put them on, too, even though it was warm. Was his a mutation that caused trouble when his skin made contact with something? It would explain the long sleeves.
>>>“Hey up there!”
His voice carried an accent, but that was nothing unusual at the mansion, which apparently had a world wide reputation for being a safe place fr mutants. Not even a week ago three new students had arrived from Great Britain. Now, here was another one that seemed to have decided to check out the place, first with binoculars and then up close after he had deemed it – worthy? Safe?
“Come on up, if you can climb that well,” Katrina invited him. “Though, it is easier on this side where there are trees growing next to the wall. The gate is unlocked at this time of day, too.” A few moments later her company changed as the pigeons flew off as the young man who called himself Martin made his way up to join her on the top of the great brick barrier. She changed positions so she was sitting cross legged, facing him with a friendly smile on her face.
“Welcome to Xavier's Martin. I'm Katrina. What brings you here?”
Birdia watcheriouis: a sub species of the genus homo, these rare creatures are often spotted in areas with a high concentration of trees. The are easily identifiable by the binoculars with which they look at birds and their long attention spans. They often remain in one location looking through their binoculars for hours, even returning to the same location again and again in hopes of sighting rare avian specimens.
—North American Bird Watchers Guide
This particular specimen was acting a little strangely. Usually this particular type of creature wasn't seen in this neighborhood. If he wanted to see scarlet tanagers, he should know that they don't stray this far from the park. If he wanted to watch pigeons, well, then this place was as good as any in the city. There were even a few of them sharing a perch with a young illusionist on top of the wall surrounding the mansion.
Little known fact: the oak tree next to the wall that surrounded the mansion was very easy to climb, providing easy access to the top of the wall.
Katrina was lying on her stomach on top of the wall, enjoying the summer weather and watching the people on both sides of the wide brick barrier. She had a book with her, a vampire romance novel of some sort- the latest one that all the girls her age were drooling over, but she wasn't reading it. She had gotten bored with it and was spending some time people watching instead. On the inside of the wall there was a basketball game going on. One of the new British students was playing with his shirt off, not that Katrina was noticing, or anything. Outside the wall, a bird watcher caught her attention.
Well known fact: bird watchers were supposed to watch birds.
This one was watching the mansion. And unless the cute British boy without a shirt on was about to sprout wings and fly away, there really wasn't much reason for him to be training his binoculars over there. Not when there were perfectly good pigeons to be looking at up here on the wall.
After a few minutes, the bird watcher made his way to the gate, paused, then pressed the buzzer and spoke into the intercom.
>>>”Uhmmm. Hello.”
“Hello,” Katrina called from her perch up on the wall.
A moment after she had stepped close to the door, it wooshed open without so much as scanning her chest. It was almost as surprising as peering into the toaster to see how the bread to toast transformation was coming along and having the toast pop out and hit her between the eyes, but not quite. Nevertheless, she was startled enough to take a step back, bump into Hymn, and was left starring wide eyed at the people who were coming through the door.
They were kids, high school aged from the looks of it. They were smiling and chatting animatedly with British accents. They looked a little surprised to see someone waiting so closely outside the door, but once Sam gave them directions where to go, they were off up the stairs trying to find their way to the greeter office. New students, all the way from England?
Oh, and Sam was there too.
>>>“Can I help you with something Katrina?”
The way he asked it, there was another question hidden behind the first one and it was “What are you doing here?”
Good questions, both of them. She was only obligated to answer the first one outright, but the second one was probably the one he cared about most.
With her hands behind her back, she rocked on her feet, looking as innocent as she could. “I was giving Cailyn a tour.” How much else could she say without getting in too much trouble. “She said she likes planes, so I thought I'd at least show her where it's kept even if the door was locked. At least, I've heard this is where it is kept.” Was the plane common knowledge among the students? She thought it could be. Maybe it was, especially if some of the students got a ride to the school on the plane and other students were trainees who got to go on missions on the plane. Probably. So everyone knew about it, right?
Cailyn looked confused by her Star Trek reference. At least, that's how Katrina interpreted the look on her face. Maybe the older girl just didn't like the old television show or something. Katrina hadn't been all that interested in it herself until after she had seen a couple of episodes.
The white haired girl did want to go see the door. Katrina couldn't blame her. She was pretty curious herself. It had taken her nearly six months to finally get through that mystery door for the first time. Cailyn hadn't said she wasn't a lockmancer, but she hadn't said she was either. They would see soon enough.
>>>“Almost got lost again.”
Cailyn was kind of a funny girl, like a child, but Katrina liked her. She was nice so far, and her curiosity matched Katrina's own.
“Down the stairs first.” Katrina pointed dramatically, as if she were leading an entire army rather than one girl. “This-a-way.” In the basement, Katrina turned toward the mysterious doorway that hid the mansion's very own airplane, among other things.
The young blonde gestured as dramatically as if she was Vanna White, “Here is-,” she stopped short. There were sounds coming from the other side of the door. She waved for Hymn to come closer and pointed to the door. “Someone's inside,” she whispered.
And 'lo the new girl revealed exactly how new she was. She was still at the stage where she had never ever heard of the X-men and didn't know what a danger room was. Katrina remembered that back when she had first heard about the X-men she had thought they were an evil group of murderous mutants. She had been terrified of the mysterious team the entire time she had lived at Mondragon Labs during registration. Now that she lived at the X-men's base (and had sat in at one or two of their meetings) she understood them a little better. She now knew that most of the individuals on the team were good people. Some were a little ruthless and scary, but mostly they were friendly and nice and only wanted to stand up for what they thought was right. Katrina still thought the fighting-for-what's-right part was kind of silly, since violence only caused more violence, but for many it seemed like the most straight forward answer.
Katrina decided to answer the girl's questions in the order she had asked them. First, “the Danger Room is a training room that is equipped with various robots and holograms. People use it to practice using their powers or to train for combat or self defense or even just to work out. If you've ever seen Star Trek, its an awful lot like a real life holodeck.”
Katrina's current nighttime hobby of watching Next Generation episodes checked out from the school library revealed itself once again. If she wasn't careful, she'd be wearing fake pointed ears and greeting all her friends with Vulcan hand signs and well wishes soon enough. Though, her friends had all been rather busy lately gallivanting around in other countries and catting around town, and the ensuing boredom on the end of the young illusionist was one of the reasons for the nightly doses of klingons, androids, vulcans, and awesomely bald headed captains.
“The door leads to all the secrets that the X-men don't want to share with normal students and mansion visitors,” Katrina made a face at that. She obviously didn't think it was necessary to keep silly things like a jet and a round silver room locked up behind heavy metal doors, stern holographic programs, and electrical pit traps. “We can go look at the mysterious door, but we won't be able to get in... unless your mutation is the ability to unlock doors. Mine isn't.”
“The X-men are the crime fighting team of mutants that live here. I think their official goals are to protect humans and to give young mutants a place to be safe and to learn. Something like that. I'm not sure exactly how they go about protecting humans or who they are protecting them from, but that's the basic idea. I hadn't heard of them until I moved here, either.”
“You get lost, huh? It sounds like you need a mental map more than a tour. Here, come with me and I'll show you how to avoid getting lost in the mansion.”
Katrina led her back out of the kitchen and back to the main entrance that housed the grand staircase. “The mansion is shaped kind of like an x. This is the center. As long as you can find your way back here, you can find anything. There are four wings. That one,” Katrina pointed to the hall that began just to the left of the front door, “is where all the offices are. The infirmary is down there, the headmistress' office, the greeters' office, and some of the smaller classrooms. Above all that is the girls' hallway. Below it, in the basement, is the big meeting room which is called the war room for some reason.”
Katrina turned clockwise and pointed to where they had just come from, to the right of the front door. “That's where the living room, dining room, and kitchen is. Upstairs is the adult hallway. Downstairs is the laundry room, the boiler room, and all that boring stuff.”
She rotated again clockwise. “That door leads to the library. Upstairs is the boys' hall. Downstairs is the Danger Room.”
She turned toward the final hall. “That's where all the classrooms are. Upstairs is a bunch of extra rooms, including the computer lab. Below that is a mysteriously locked door. I think you have to be an X-man to go in it.” Or you had to be able to slide through the crack under to door with a friend who could very helpfully turn herself and others into air that could fit through tight places. Not that Katrina would know anything about that.
Then there was the fact that Cailyn liked planes. Katrina knew there was a plane behind that mysterious door she had mentioned. She had seen it, but she'd had to be very sneaky in order to do so, which meant that it probably was supposed to be a secret. So, as much as she wished that she could show off the most excellently sleek and awesome looking X-wing (which she had decided was a better name for it than 'Blackbird') she knew that she shouldn't. Perhaps she couldn't, either. She didn't know any way of getting in other than under the door and she didn't have the ability to fit through right now.
“Planes are cool,” she admitted with just a hint of guilt in her voice for not revealing her knowledge of the mansion's plane. “My favorite way to go fast, though, is in a really fast car. It feels faster when you're in a car than when you're in a plane, even if it isn't really as fast. It must be because you are so much closer to the things you are driving by.” Katrina bit her lip and tried to think of someone who would have access to see the hanger where the plane was kept. Sam came to mind first. For some reason she could clearly picture him sitting in the cockpit ready to fly her anywhere she wanted to go, though she had never actually seen him anywhere near the plane.
“Puzzles are cool. I tried to do one once that was called 'Hay in a Needle Stack'. It was the hardest puzzle ever, so it would take an hour just to find two or three pieces that matched. I never got to see what it looked like when it was all finished.”
She wondered if it was still set up on the card table in the basement back at her house in Virginia. It was only her dad that lived there, now that she and her mother were up here at the school. He had never been very into puzzles, since he was so busy at work being a senator. Was he lonely without them, or was he glad to be on his own? Katrina wasn't sure which answer she preferred, and wasn't sure that she wanted to know the answer at all.
What would her one wish be? Eternal happiness for all her friends and world peace were pretty standard ones. Whenever the digital clocks had all the numbers of the time matching up, she had called it 'wish time' ever since she was a little girl. She would race to the clock, press her finger against its face and wish for the first thing that came to her head. Peace and happiness was usually her first response these days. Sometimes it was good grades, or that I can see my horse, Galahad, again, or even that my daddy still loves me. She also wished for her friends' safety, wherever they were, be it at the mansion, back in Virginia, or wherever they may be. She could only pick one answer, though.
“I wish that when I grow up I can have a really big house. It will be so big that I can invite over all of my friends at the same time and there will be enough rooms for everyone.” And while they were at her house, they would all have to get along, too.
Since Cailyn was new, it would probably be polite to offer a tour in case she hadn't had one yet. Some of the normal pleasantries were still necessary, even if they were boring. They could still talk (quietly) while they were walking around the mansion she figured.
“If you haven't already been on a tour, I could show you around,” Katrina offered. “Is there anything you haven't gotten the chance to see yet?”