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.
Neena held back the occasional chuckle as Ruby's yawns became more frequent, simply smiling instead.
"Even now she makes sure I''ll be okay and she gets mad when I try to take care of her. *yawn* saying that it was her job to take care of me."
"Sometimes its hard for older siblings to admit they need looking after, too. I used to tell my brother that even a doctor gets sick and needs help sooner or later. Then he'd usually ruffle my hair and tell me to go play with my dolls." Neena rolled her eyes and chuckled. "And then I would usually tell him he was a hard-headed zebra-face, step on his foot, and run for my life."
A slight rustle caught her ears. "I've never had a slumber party but it sounds like fun. Can I join too?" a quiet voice asked.
"Of course. You haven't lived until you've been to a slumber party." She grinned and waved Nika over. "Pull up a patch of floor."
Neena had been very observant over the past weeks, keeping eyes and ears open for any bit of information she could possibly glean. She knew Nika had been having it rough as well with the local perverts, as had Sara and some of the others. Neena was beginning to have serious thoughts about seeing if Shrapnel could locate some razors or scalpels. A lot of damage could be done with the small instruments in a short amount of time, at least to the men. The women were more difficult to deal with, but there were still ways. Especially when the threat of Isolation held no weight. So far the only thing holding her back was the possible repercussions on the other girls. However, if things continued this way, Emerald wasn't going to be the only one who snapped....
"And you can't have a slumber party without slumber party games. Have either of you ever played 'Truth or Dare'?"
Since sleep seemed to be momentarily out of the question, Neena moved back to the positive thinking for a while.
"I can't go back to sleep miss Neena! What if Emmy comes back and she is hurt? If I *yawn* go back to sleep then any wound she has may get worst."
Neena stopped herself from reflexively correcting the girl; she disliked anyone calling her 'Miss', since it made her feel like a school marm. But Ruby had enough worries right now. She didn't need a scolding.
"Emmy has been getting in alot of trouble with the guards because she won't listen and she is acting more like a wolf now more than she ever was before this. What if she did something stupid like attack the man that hurt my tail, they might kill her!"
"What happened to your tail?" Neena asked sharply, before she could stop herself. She paused a moment, then held out her hand for Ruby to show her, keeping her expression blank, even in the darkness. Her vision was sharper in the darkness, and she could easily see the mess someone had made of it. Anger flowed through her momentarily, but she was careful to keep it off of her face. "Hang on, kiddo."
Neena stood up, and removed her dress. Her ribs were wrapped completely in bandages, so that she looked like she was wearing a white girdle. While she had been sent to the Infirmary at one point for bruised ribs, there was much more bandaging around her than was necessary. Shrapnel had kept her supplied with the extra bandages, among other things, which she passed out when needed. Every few days she would remove the extra bandaging and secret them in other places she had access to, such as the laundry room. The baggy-shaplessness of the dresses had proved to be a hidden blessing.
Once she had the length she needed, she started to wrap Ruby's tail, covering over the vandalism. "Has anyone else seen it?" From the girl's expression, she guessed not. "If anyone asks, tell them a guard caught it in a closing door." The explanation was plausible enough to keep anyone else from becoming overly angry.
Once the covering was secure, Neena put her dress back on, shivering slightly in the night chill. She was glad she'd requested pants initially as well, since the nights seemed to be getting colder lately. She wondered if they'd be issued socks once it started to snow, and sleeved-dresses. Doubtful....
"Well, how 'bout we have a mini slumber party then?" Keeping her voice at a low whisper, she grabbed her own pillow and blanket, and settled onto the ground next to Ruby. It was obvious the fox-kit wasn't moving, but a little company rarely hurt. Rather than lie, and tell her that her sister was just fine, and must just have gotten lost, or some other false hope, Neena decided on a different tactic.
"You know, I've read that wolves get a bad rep, from horror movies and cattle ranchers. But every documentary I seen or read says that their packs are like families, very close and loving. I'll bet, that if Emmy is becoming more wolf-like, then her love for her sister is probably growing too. I'll bet you mean more to her than ever before now." She smiled comfortingly. What was she like when you were little?"
Neena knew the girls had had rough lives, but maybe some positive memories would give Ruby comfort enough to fall asleep.
Neena's hissed slightly as another shock woke her from sleep. She inhaled then exhaled deeply, and rubbed her eyes. The first thing she wanted when they got out of this place was a hot shower. Then she planned on hibernating for a week.....
She turned over, trying to find a comfortable position again. In the dark she noticed someone moving, near the window. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she recognized Ruby. Neena craned her neck to see if the fox-girl's sister was sleeping. There was no sign of her.
<"Now where did she find the energy to disappear to at this time of night?"> Neena knew the wolf-girl worked in the quarry; her disappearance didn't bode well.
Even though there were no guards inside, Neena moved quietly to avoid waking anyone. She climbed down from her bunk, and made her way to the window. She wasn't worried about sneaking up on Ruby, since the girl had excellent hearing. In the moonlight, she could see the worry written on her face.
"Hey there kiddo." She whispered, placing a hand on Ruby's shoulder and squeezing gently. "Don't you think you should try and rest up a bit? Got full day tomorrow." That was an understatement, to say the least.
During the past weeks, life in the Camps had done its best to prove that Neena was not as unfazeable as she appeared to be. As of yet, it had failed.
At least as far as appearances were concerned.
It hadn't taken very long for a routine to develop in Neena's day. Wake up, laundry delivery to various buildings and individuals, morning feeding, cleaning of the Guards barracks, noon feeding, washing, drying and more laundry delivery, evening feeding, more barracks cleaning. Throw in a beating or two, a guard commandeering her for some demeaning task or another, weekly visits to Isolation, and the occasional attempted rape, and call it a day. As of yet, despite numerous tries none of the guards had been able to take advantage of her sexually, except for one, and that had been Neena's choice. In order to spare one of the younger inmates from such humiliation, she had taken the girl's place. The thirteen-year-old had been added to the casualty list a week later, and spent another week under Gwen's care. Neena was still plotting.... erm.... 'planning' to revisit the scumbag responsible at a later date.
Also she'd been able to keep tabs on the boys, with help from Shrapnel. The firey-tempered asian boy had proven quite helpful, in both passing information and a few other items liberated from the Infirmiry stores. The two of them were still trying to figure out what was in those canisters, locked behind that door. Shrap had mentioned seeing She-Thing (Besty Blagg, head cook) go in and out, but the canister contents remained a secret for now. In the meantime, she contented herself with finding ways to make the guards lives difficult, without actually being disruptive.
Like a dark-skinned Pollyanna, Neena could almost always be found with a smile on her tired face. She was definitely weary; the cause of her tiredness she attributed to a combination of her age and the awful conditions. For some of her fellow inmates, her nearly constant positive attitude gave them strength. For others, it only proved to be an irritant. Therefore she often found herself at the end of a verbal assault from fellow mutants. And still she continued to smile, denying the Camps the broken spirit it seemed to crave.
However, she was not completely unscathed.
Her dreams at night were filled with images from her past. Death was no stranger. In her first eight years, she'd seen nearly half of her peer group in their tribe lost to the viciousness of both animal and humankind. She'd watched her mother killed by crocodiles, her youngest brother carried off by a rouge lion. A tribal war had cost nearly every woman in her village at least one family member, if not more. As she grew, she watched 'modern' society had slowly chip away at her culture. When she left home as an up-and-coming thief, she became quickly acquainted with the violence of the city's underground lifestyle. The longer she stayed in the Camps, the more vivid and varied Neena's dreams became. Often she would awake in the middle of the night, not from fear, but from a sudden shock from her bracelet as her various visions attempted to block out, or at least blur the memories. Once awake, she would lay there for a while, staring into the darkness, listening to the echoing throb of a constant headache. Sometimes, she could here her Grandfather chanting, and his deep voice would lull her back to sleep.
Her eyes also were not untouched. Gwen made sure she had plenty of the little plastic sunglasses, since Neena was constantly losing them. But it wasn't enough. Her original glasses had been specially tinted for her sensitive eyes, a treatment the temporary specs could not provide. Her head was constantly throbbing, and her normal vision was slowing blurring. If things didn't change soon, Neena gave herself another month, maybe ten weeks, before she went completely blind.
At night, she allowed herself to think, to ponder the grimness of the future in the quite solitude the darkness provided. Once the sun rose, she put on her smile, like donning a mask, and resumed her routine, daring the Camps to try, yet again, to break her spirit.
Betsy Blagg's (aka She-Thing) holler of surprise was cut short with a pained GAH-OOF!! as she landed on her back in the middle of the soapy and bloody water spill. It infuriated her even further, meaning her face was so red she'd be a prime candidate for a heart attack. For a moment she simply lay there, stunned. She looked at Neena's back; the woman seemed oblivious, but Betsy knew she wasn't.
She shot to her feet and bellowed at the other guards, "WHAT ARE YOU GAWKING AT? LET'S MOVE THESE VIOLENT MUTIES OUT OF HERE AND BACK TO THEIR BARRACKS!!"
With an 'if-looks-could-kill-you'd-be-ash-right-now' look at Neena, Betsy stomped over to the door separating the two sides of the Mess Hall and swiped her card through the lock.
Neena waited until She-Thing moved away before pausing for a moment. She was fast developing a headache from constant in and out of the sunlight. Wiping her wet hands on her thigh, she gingerly pulled the plastic sunglasses from her pocket and put them on. There were a bit loose, so she used some of her hair and tied them in, to keep them from slipping off. She'd probably have to cut them out later, but she'd deal with that... well, later....
The floor of the Mess Hall was make of wood, like in a kid's summer camp. Unfortunately that meant that quite a bit of the blood puddle had soaked into the floor. There was going to be a permanent stain. She sure hoped no one else in the place was squeamish.
Idly she listened to the escalating argument from the side. A brief glance revealed Deathstar in the center of it, along with three others she'd never seen, and possibly Emerald, Ruby and Nika. She hoped Ruby and Nika weren't becoming a part of it. Emerald seemed calm enough, but Neena wasn't holding her breath that she'd stay that way.
She took a subtle look around; most of the guards were focused on the verbal war, most of them smirking, including She-Thing. Neena frowned. They were enjoying it and, she had no doubt, eager to add to it if things escalated to violence.
“Is your friend alright?”
Neena turned to find the source of the soft voice, and was somewhat curious to see the guard from back in the barracks. The question, however, made her frown. "She's alive and breathing," she hadn't meant to, but Neena emphasized the word 'she'. "But I don't think she's going to be 'alright' for a long time...." Her voice was sad.
Suddenly the verbal war in the corner erupted into physical violence. Neena's eyes darted to the scene, then back to She-Thing. The woman in charge of the Hall was making her way quickly to break up the fight, her hand on the remote for the bracelets. A subtle smirk planted itself on Neena's face, and she turned back to her task. Then, as the woman approached, Neena scooted backwards. Her foot hit the bucket with enough force to tip it over, spilling bloody and soapy water all over the floor and directly into She-Thing's path. The woman was in enough of a rush that she slipped on the water and tumbled down with an indignant shout. The remote slipped out of her hand, landing in the middle of the flood. Neena began humming softly, and continued scrubbing, just like she was supposed to be doing....
(OOC: Continued from the Infirmary. This happens toward the end of Lunch. Feel free to ignore and post previous happenings in the meantime as well.
It was a long enough walk from the Laundry that Neena's thighs were twitching from the exercise. Unfortunately she was almost immediately descended on by the ‘Thing’ in charge. Neena repressed the urge to spit.
”Took you long enough,” she sneered as Neena bent to began mopping up the drying red puddle. ”That other freak still alive?”
Neena clenched her teeth, hiding her disgust behind vigorous scrubbing. ”If you mean, ‘is she still breathing’, then yes. She is.”
”Too bad. There’s already too many of you around. One less would be hardly a loss.”
Neena stopped. Her knuckles turned white, and her shoulders were visibly shaking. It was a full thirty seconds before she returned to her task with renewed vigor. ‘She-Thing’ glowered darkly. She’d been waiting for the mutant to attack her; it would have given her another excuse to put the freak in her place. Denied the pleasure, she turned to the others women and bellowed.
”HURRY UP AND FINISH YOU LOWLIFES!! THIS ISN’T A RESTAURANT!! IT DOESN’T TAKE THAT LONG TO EAT!! MOVE IT!!” She turned to Neena’s guard and hissed, ”Keep her here until the entire floor shines. I don’t care how long it takes.” He grunted. Neena allowed herself a small smile.
<“Note to self, find out and put a name to Mr. Indifference....”>
(OOC: Raina, let me know if I run ahead with this post, and need to edit.
Neena's eyes narrowed as she spotted the blood. The first thought through her mind was, <"What a time to start your period"> But it became quickly obvious something else was wrong.
At least it was obvious to Neena. The guards had other ideas it seemed. For the first time, she resisted as the guard shoved her away.
"What the hell is this then? You mutants are fu*king desgusting! There's stuff in your cell for this kind of shit, go back there."
"I don't think that's what hap-"
"Get up and go back to your cell! Clean yourself up you're getting it everywhere."
Neena was sure that if she could have. But the girl had been through so much today as it was. When the woman grabbed her and yanked her back, Neena had enough. She felt the chill in the air, but ignored it. She pushed forward and shoved the guard away.
"Even an idiot like you can see that's not menstral!" She didn't raise her voice, but there was a chill in it that didn't come from Raina's cry. "Human or mutant, anyone who bleeds that much needs to get to the infirmary." She knelt in order to help Raina to her feet, and headed toward the door.
The woman who had smacked Raina moved to stand in her way, her hand raised to hit them. Neena stared at her, her almost-white eyes unflinching and unblinking.
After a tense pause, the woman stepped aside. Neena watched her for a moment, then continued on.
At the threshhold of the door, a sudden pain ripped through Neena's arm and shoulder, into the rest of her body. She hissed in pain, tripped and fell, dropping Raina in the proccess. Angrily she looked back to see the woman staring at her, holding some kind of remote, apparently to the electric bracelets.
"I suggest you remember your place, Mutant."
Neena came very, very, very close to loosing her cool, and probably her life in that instant. She was seeing red, and it had nothing to do with her vision. The only thing that kept her from launching herself at the piece of dirt with a mouth was the stick wet feeling of Raina's blood that had spattered on her arm. It took visible control, but she managed, through clenched teeth, to reply.
"Yes ma'am. May I have.... permission" she ground the word out slowly "To take my fellow mutant.... to the Infirmary?"
The woman sneered at her, then snapped her fingers at one of the other guards. "Go with them. And make sure she comes back and cleans up her friend's filth."
Neena turned to look away, grinding her teeth in an effort to reclaim her aloofness as she helped Raina back to her feet.
Neena continued to listen, though outwardly there were no signs that she wasn't asleep. Silently she echoed Nika's assurance to keep an eye on Ruby.
"IT IS NOW TIME TO PROCEED TO THE MESS HALL FOR LUNCH. YOU WILL FALL INTO LINE AS YOU DID GOING TO THE BARRACKS. NO TALKING. KEEP YOUR EYES FORWARD. GUARDS, PLEASE PROCEED."
Neena snorted and opened one eye. "This should be interesting," she muttered, and got to her feet. She stretched as if she'd been sleeping all night, rather than a brief minute.
As she moved to line up with the others, she saw Raina collapse nearby. A guard got to her before Neena could, but she was there when Raina was shoved into the line, and offered an arm to keep the woman upright. She was white as a sheet, and Neena frowned. At the front of the barracks she paused to speak to one of the guards, a man with black hair and green eyes.
"Uh, 'scuse me but I think she needs to go to the Infirmiry-"
"No talking, keep moving!" Another guard interrupted and emphasized his words with a shove in the correct direction. Neena gave him an irritated look, but opted to not cause trouble, instead continuing to give Raina her arm for support.
"You all right?" she whispered very quietly, keeping her head down to avoid the guards' attentions.
"Look! Do you know where your are?, I keep hearing you blabber about games and now zulu beads, no one has time for that right now, if don't have anything to say that will get us out of here, then I suggest you shut it."
Neena tilted her head to look down at Deathstar calmly. "Mmm hmm. I know where we are. And I'm guessing that, if you don't want to go insane, you'll want to make time for things that will give a spirit lift." She couldn't, and didn't, blame the girl for her reactions. People handle stress in different ways. "Actually, if ranting will give you a spirit lift, I'm more than happy to provide an outlet for that too. I've been told I make an excellent punching bag." She smiled cheerily.
"Deathstar if you are so tough and Bad ass, why can't you stand a place like this for a few days, I was in a hell hole for ten years and you don't see me acting like a pansy ass in the face of danger."
It wasn't danger they had to worry about, though Neena agreed this place would be no cake walk. It was the humiliation that was going to be a doozy to deal with, especially for some of the kids....
She saw Ruby yawn, and sat up. She leaned down and held out one of her pillows to the fox-girl. "Hey there, kiddo, those lids look like they're made of lead. May as well get a nap in before dinner."
In agreement with her own words, she leaned back and closed her eyes.
"By the way," she murmured quietly, "Zulu bead code is a color code. Great for sending secret messages, if the recipient knows how to read it...." Then she seemed to drift off into a quiet sleep.
(OOC: I was actually thinking of something more visual, like a color-code-type thing, since I guess guards would keep talking to a minimum, but let me know if I'm stepping out of line.)
Neena listened quietly to Tricity's pep talk, the only hint of emotion being a raised eyebrow when the woman mention 'days'. She took Natalie's momentary outburst to mean that the girl also doubted that they only be here for a short time. She reached up and gave the girl's knee a supportive squeeze.
The suggestion of taking on different jobs set Neena to thinking again.... At this rate, verbal communication was out; the guards were already looking at them warily, and they hadn't even been talking for more than a minute or two.
"We'll all need to stick together if we want out."
Neena smiled and nodded, giving Tricity a 'thumbs-up' sign, then quickly moved away as the guards began to move again. She stood by the foot of the bunks, deep in thought. Eventually one of the guards passed her, a man an inch or so shorter than she was, and a bit on the lanky side.
"Hey, quick question." She reached out and touched his arm, a motion he recoiled from as if she were covered in sewer filth. She did her best not to snort, and retracted her hand. "Sorry, my bad. Eh, anyway, I was just wondering.... what exactly are going to be doing 'round this place? I mean, I'm sure you didn't round us up so we could lounge around all day."
"You'll be put to constructive use," was the vauge, and somewhat malice-filled answer. Neena smiled on the inside. <"Perfect...">
"Yeah, I'll bet," she remarked aloud. Trying to sound casual, she continued. "Soooo.... we're aren't going to have to do stupid stuff, are we? You know, like sewing clothes, or making jewelry. I hate beading." She forced a shudder, as if it were the worst thing in the world. "Besides, no one's going to buy that stuff when its made by mutants anyway, right?" This time she sounded hesitant.
The guard grinned, or rather, sneered at her. "You'll be kept busy, and out of trouble." He replied blandly, and moved off. Neena watched him surreptisciously, an expression of worry and unease plastered on her face. He went to one of the other guards who was dressed in a different colored uniform; one of the OICs from the looks of it. The two whispered for a moment, then the presumed-to-be-in-charge guards smirked and shot her a meaningfully intimidating glare. Obediently she lowered her head and turned toward the others.
A content smile took over her face. Since no one had yet appeared to claime the top bunk, Neena leaned over and stuck the other tag on the bottom bunk, then climbed up onto the top one. Unless her unknown bunkmate put up a major fuss, she didn't see any problem with it; she preferred to be up high anyway. She leaned back on the bunk, arms crossed behind her head.
"Sooo..... any of you ladies know Zulu bead code?"
(OOC: I agree with Raina. If nothing else there should be one more common thread like the Infirmary, say perhaps the Mess Hall and Main Office?)
"Umm..What is Mancala Neena?" Nika asked. Neena smiled, still looking for various pebbles of a certain shade.
Mancala is an old game thought to be created in Ethiopia. Its a fun little game that is kind of an odd version of chess."
"I know Mancala. I'll play."
Neena smiled gently and nodded. "Sure, kiddo. Let's show Nika how to play." Maybe the game would help take away some of that hopelessness in the poor healer's eyes.
"You dig out six pits on each side," she demonstrated as she spoke, "and a seventh pit on each end. The seventh pit is called your Kalaha. Then you place three pebbles in each of the six side pits, like so. We each take turns a pick the pebbles out of one pit and move them to the other, like this." She picked up three stones in the fifth pit, and placed them in pits six, seven, and Natalie's first pit. "And you keep going around in a circle, like that. The idea of the game is to capture more pebbles than your opponent. And you capture pebbles by landing in one of your empty pits. You do that and the pebbles in the pit across from you go into your Kalaha," she pointed to the seventh pit on the sides. "The winner is the one with the most pebbles in their Kalaha."
Neena had an ulterior motive to teaching the game, planning on finding a way to communicate with the boys. But the plan was only half-baked at the moment, so she said nothing. It would depend on finding certain colored pebble-sized items. And the real trick was going to be getting the boys to understand it.....
Another though popped into her mind as well. If she could find a way of convincing the camp overseer that it would be a way of making a side profit as well.... Hmm.....
"Hey, girls. You okay?" Neena smiled at Tricity, despite the grim circumstances.
"Lookin' forward to the vacation," she lied cheerfully.
"LISTEN UP!!" Neena stuck a finger in her ear as the painfully loud PA system rang out across the camp. She watched the guards begin to line up around them. At least the insults slowed for a few moments. "YOU WILL ALL MOVE TO THE BARRACKS NOW WITHOUT COMPLICATIONS. IF YOU CHOOSE TO RESIST, THE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE SEVERE, I PROMISE YOU THAT. A FEW RULES WHILE YOU MAKE YOUR WAY OVER THERE... NO TALKING. STAY IN A SINGLE LINE. KEEP YOUR EYES AHEAD. FOLLOW THE GUARDS TO THE BARRACKS. AS I SAID BEFORE, IF YOU CHOOSE TO RESIST, THE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE SEVERE. GUARDS, BEGIN PROCEEDING TO THE BARRAKCS. MUTANTS, FALL INTO LINE!"
"What is it about talking that people take such offense to?" It was a rhetorical question, and she took her place in the line, not far behind Tricity. Not surprisingly, the barracks were about as bland as the rest of the place. Looking down she noticed something with six or more legs scurrying away from the sudden commotion.
Lovely....
"Your names have been placed at the ends of the bed with a nametag that will hang around your neck. If you are caught not wearing this identification, believe me, you will be punished."
<"I can imagine....">
A loud hum filled the room. The bracelets that some of the mutants were wearing were now detatching and crawling up the owners' arms to reshape and fit their necks. Neena watched without blinking, noticing she was one those whose bracelet remained on her wrist. Apparently her mutation wasn't considered 'dangerous' in any way.
<"Wonder how they define 'dangerous'....">
"Find your bed and bunkmate until dinner is called. Talking will be kept at a low level. And of course, guards will remain here with you at ALL times."
<"No surprise there.">
Oddly enough, there seemed to be a rush to find the bunks. Maybe because, if nothing else anymore, they could at least claim a bed as their own. Neena waited until most had found theirs, before finding her own. Because of her last name, she'd grown up used to being stuck somewhere in the middle of everything. She wasn't sure whether to be happy or be disappointed that her bunk was closer towards the front of the barracks, on the bottom bunk. Well, at least she was near the others from the looks of it.
She pulled off the dog-tag-like name tag and examined it curiously.
Neena grumbled inwardly the entire way to the Laundry Pool. Honestly would fifteen minutes really have mattered? She just had to finish vacuuming, is all, thanks to Lady Fashion Statement over there. A beating would have been less of a fuss, and less of a pain. Relatively speaking of course. And Michael wasn't going anywhere; couldn't she just have delivered the uniform in the morning?
She was walking just behind Jemanai as they approached the Laundry Pool, with the others behind them. She saw Sara look up, and immediately crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at the back of Jemanai's head. The childish look was wiped away as she turned, leaving her face blank.
“And they expect the ladies to do all this..... Lazy men get it easy...."
"Modern society's a wonderful thing." Neena smiled coyly. "Ain't it?"
She continued on toward the Shack, to check the stock of guard uniforms.
Also for everyone, a link to the