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 must be quite the mutation. Perhaps you haven't received the proper stimulus to keep you excited?"
Neena paused to glance sideways at Jordon, amusement beginning to show through on her face as she saw his expression. She shook her head in reply to the veiled suggestion.
"My body doesn't produce adrenaline," she stated simply.
"It could also be your choice of companions. Maybe you haven't found the right one yet. What are your hobbies?"
Again, 'late-night security checks disguised as break-ins' just didn't quite seem an appropriate reply. Instead she shrugged.
"Whatever strikes my fancy at the time, I guess. If it looks appealing or interesting, and doesn't hold the threat of immediate death, I might try it." It was a vague but honest answer.
" Experience and exploration are necessities for an active and enriching life, Nehanda."
He'd been calling her Neena since she'd introduced herself. The change in moniker gave her pause, and she noted he'd stopped as well.
"Where should we start?"
" 'Start', Mr. Hornbuckle?" She tilted her head forward slightly, one eyebrow quirked, and her eyes showing over the rim of her glasses for a brief moment.
" Well, I can understand about the active defenses. I didn't realize that the intruder was a teleporter. As you might suspect, the details after the injection are both clear and hazy all at the same time. However, we residents are the primary and best defense. Perhaps if the X-Men and the trainees had some sort of communicator device that we could link to each other on and was simultaneously tied into hese passive defenses, we could be alerted to events occurring here and come running. Just something to think about."
Neena's glance unfocused for a moment. The teachers had cellphones that were connected with the gate and room intercoms. Could they be turned into something comic-bookish for the team? Like a wrist communicator or something? She'd have to talk to Tricity about it. And maybe Chip.
In regards to his decision, she could see he was firm.
" Yes, Neena. I know this isn't a decision to be taken lightly. My gift is a strong one and I know I must learn how to use it properly. This is the only way for me to do so. I came from nothing. When I got that leaflet from Raina a few months ago, I knew in my heart what it meant. Unfortunately, it took much pondering and a near fatal run in with a teleporter to make it become realized. I want to be someone people not only do not fear, but look up to. "
"Nothing like a near-death experience or two to clear up a few things in life." The tone of her statement indicated experience behind it.
With another sigh, she sat up straighter in her chair, and stretched her arms out in a kind of 'that's that' gesture.
"All right then. Consider yourself drafted, m'friend." She smiled at him, and held out her hand. "Perfect timing, too. I got word that Tricity is on her way back from vacation. As the official leader of the Xmen, I'm sure she'll want to have a regrouping meeting when she gets back. The team is quite small at the moment, but it will be the perfect opportunity for you to meet everyone officially, though you know most of them already."
Neena listened quietly while Garrett spoke, without interrupting. His remark about her being 'the heart and soul' of the Mansion curious. The Mansion residents were her family, and she simply treated them as such, which could include everything from helping them deal with their mutations, each other and the outside world. To Neena's way of thinking, family was defined by that, not by blood.
She frowned when he mentioned the ease with which their shadowy intruder had entered. The man had a way to jump through shadows, which was near impossible to counter. But Garrett's point was valid. What had happened that night was awful, but it could have been much, much worse.
The walking ceased as he took his seat. The fact that he held her gaze without wavering spoke of his comfort in her presence; usually her white-eyed stare put people off, even her friends. Considering the general suspicion from the younger kids he'd had to deal with lately, she considered this a very positive improvement.
"I wish to remain here permanently and join the X-Men."
Neena's head tilted a bit further at his statement, her equivalent of surprise.
He paused long enough to take a breath. "Hope that wasn't too large a load for your ears. They aren't that big, anyway."
An amused smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she scratched at one ear. "Oh, good. I was worried there for a bit," she teased back.
She leaned forward, cupped both hands, and settled her chin into them.
"First off, it's good to have you back, Garrett," she smiled back at him. "And second, I'd be grateful for any help you can offer, in any way."
She inhaled deeply and let it out. "You're bang on target with the security here. It stinks," she stated bluntly. "The gates are connected to motion detectors in the War Room and Danger Room, along with thermal and night sensors. Anyone coming up registers with the computers and records it. The gates have cameras, and there are cameras hidden all along the estate walls, also tied into the computer. But cameras and gates are useless against teleporters, which your attacker seeminly was, in some way, not to mention a slew of other mutations. And that's where the difficulty lies. Short of building a dome overhead, there's not a whole lot that can keep these kids in or intruders out. But I'm open to any possible suggestions. As for the Xmen...."
She stuck her pinkie nail in her mouth and paused before continuing in a neutral voice.
"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
She would love to have him join. Having twice been on the receiving end of his mutation's fury, she did not wish to be there a third time unprovoked. She also knew how effective he could be in a fight, both defensively and offensively. Whatever trauma he'd gone through as a result of the attack seemed to have given him focus, and the team needed that.
But she wanted to be sure that this was his decision, and his alone.
" I see, I see. So when you wander away on these nights, is it always alone? Or do you generally have a companion?"
Well, he certainly didn't beat around the bush. His inquiry almost made her laugh aloud, simply because of the bluntness of it. She kept a cap on her amusement, though, and remained dignified. His question might have been completely innocent. He was a recent widower, after all, and quite possibly lonely.
"It varies," she replied noncommittally as they continued on, past the pool. "Due to my mutation, I grow bored very easily, so my companions depend on my hobbies at the time."
Hobbies that hadn't included dating for a long time, simply because, it had grown boring, like everything else eventually did. Lack of adrenaline in your system tended to make for a rather dull existence at times.
"That's one reason I love living and teaching here," she said aloud, returning the conversation to the tour, which had begun to curve toward the Tennis and basketball courts. "Every day brings someone new or something different to experience and explore. Its fascinating!"
It took Neena a short moment to register Luke running his fingers over the paper without looking at it. She rolled her eyes and smacked her head.
"Pfft! This is what happens when you do the same thing over and over again," she laughed at herself. "My apologies, Luke. I'm so used to saying and doing the same thing over and over again."
"Well if funds are ever running low please give me a call. 'Jacobs & Jacobs Security' may not be as big as some companies but we pull in enough profits that I'm sure we can work out some arrangement."
She took the business card, and tilted her head slightly. Why did that name sound so familiar to her?
"My Uncle Oliver may not be the happiest decision but I can over rule him, thankfully."
"Thank you very much, Luke," she replied gratefully. "That would be very much appreciated. Security, eh? Hmm...." The Mansion had basic security measures, but more would certainly not be objected to, something more effective.
"Does a girl named Vega live here?" The young man's question brought her thoughts back to the present.
"Vega?" That sounded familiar as well....
"Or... she said she's known as Ghost."
That right, Vega was the identity Ghost had taken for employment reasons. He must have met her in the city recently.
"Yes, she does. I'm not sure if she's asleep or not, though. Do you work with her?"
" Excellent advice. I suppose without my wife's perspective, many things aren't so obvious to me. I assume you have had to give this talk to many of the girls here, with their absentee parents leaving them here in your care."
Neena nodded amiably. "All part of the territory. Most parents tend to make it more difficult than it needs to be. No offense meant," she added.
When he had no objections to walking, she agreeably lead the way outside, and toward the pathway leading to the pool. She slipped her glasses back down as they left the less harsh indoor lighting behind.
" Pardon my intimacy, but do you live here on the campus? I assume you have a room in case of emergencies, but surely you do get out and do other things?"
She glanced at him curiously as he continued on.
"I apologize for being too personal if I am. It just seems a waste for a young woman as yourself to dry up in here when there is a world of splendor outside the gates."
She chuckled. So he had been eying her. She hadn't been sure at first.
"No worries, m'friend, it's impossible to embarrass me," she replied to his apologies first, then the rest of his statement.
"Yes, I live on Campus. It's much more convenient that way, especially since we have a good number of nocturnal-oriented residents, myself included. Every now and then I'll wander away for a few nights, when I don't have any classes scheduled."
She neglected to mention that often those nights were spent either casing and attempting to break into places she felt had faulty security measures, with intent to help the owners upgrade. Somehow she doubted that such motives would be a huge selling point to present to a prospective's parent.
"I am, thank you. It took some serious rehab on my end, but I think I have come out on the other side stronger than before."
"Hope I'm still on your good side then," Neena teased, attempting to lighten Garrett's apparent nervousness.
She hoped that his unease didn't stem from worry about her, or possibly what she thought of him. Her physical wounds had healed rather quickly, though she did have a few new scars running around with the multitude of old ones on her arms and legs. And she had no mental ones, as far as he was concerned. Like Ghost, she had quickly realized that Garrett had not been to blame for the late-night attack, despite the nonsense floating among the younger populace. Nonsense that, if it reached her ears, she promptly squashed with extra chores or obstacle course runs.
" You know," he started after returning to his seat, "I know my way around computers pretty well. With your workload as it is, perhaps you might let me do some of the grunt work as far as data entry? It would be my pleasure to help."
She covered her face with both hands and she leaned back in her chair. "You have no idea how tempting that sounds...."
"In fact...."
There was more? She looked back up, peeking through the cracks in her fingers.
"....helping you and the Mansion residents is precisely why I came here today."
"Oh?" Both eyebrows rose in curious inquiry.
" I heard you had been investigating the scene of the ...incident. I thought you might like a solid piece of evidence."
Neena leaned forward as Garrett set the small dart down.
"I'm sorry but it is probably worthless as far as prints. I have been holding it alot."
"No worries, m'friend," she replied, absently brushing away the apology. She picked up the little needle carefully, and held it less than an inch away from her eyes. Her irises took on various light tints as her visions cycled from eye to the next, taking every possible detail of the nasty little poker.
"It's been a little comfort to me, reminding me that it was something external that changed me initially. However, there might still be traces of whatever I was injected with in it. Anyway, hope it helps."
She looked up at him over the top of the sharp needle, one eye slightly purple and the other yellow. She held his gaze for a brief moment.
"Thank you, Garrett. It helps a lot." Carefully, she set the tiny weapon aside, and blinked back to her normal white gaze.
"I'd like to think I know you well enough to know something else is gnawing at your mind." She tilted her head. "Care to share? I've been told I have big ears. May as well put 'em to use, right."
Whatever change he'd gone through right after the attack, Neena couldn't peg it down now. The DocProf had warned her that there might be some major mental trauma resulting from it. But the young man sitting in front of her simply appeared a bit nervous, not traumatized. That in itself was a victory over Mr. Shadow Jumper, and whoever had given him his orders. Neena was looking forward to tossing that in the face behind this mess, a face that had slowly been taking shape recently.
Neena wore one of her trademark t-shirts, this particular one over-sized and sporting a close up of the focused gaze of a falcon, over a pair of faded black jeans. A black baseball cap sat backwards atop her head, and her hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. She had her legs crossed, and one sneakered foot bounced back and forth. Sitting behind her desk in the Office, her pinkie nail clutched firmly between her teeth, she resembled one of the teenaged students of the Institute, moreso than a teacher. And, like a good lot of those students, she was doing her equivalent of cramming for a quiz.
She'd received word not long ago that the Headmistress, Miss Tipper, would be returning soon. Over the past weeks Neena, not being the most organized person in the world, had dutifully filed each New Resident form inside the locked cabinets, as she was supposed to....
..... Conveniently forgetting that the forms needed to be entered into the computer as well. Redundancy to extreme, in her mind. If someone could travel through the shadows and rifle through solid files, couldn't they do the same for computers? Sure the lifeless hunk of plastic and wire has some fancy password protections and 'ham' blocker. Ham.... not ham.... Sham? No.... Junk blocker, whatever. But still, what was to stop a technopath, like Chip, from breaking into the electronic files? Hackers, they were called, right? If someone could get to one or the other sets of files anyway, why keep both?
Neena sighed. Complaining aside, the fact of the matter was that she'd had a lot of homework, teacher-style, to catch up with before Miss Tipper returned. At least the Office had been repaired and cleaned from the late-night attack. New door, new window, and a minimum of new fingerprints.
Her mind wandered slightly, recalling the foreign set of fingerprints she'd finally managed to single out. The set still remained unattached to a name or face, though she would be willing to bet on the face. Hopefully the name would remain unknown for not much longer.
In the meantime....
She sighed and turned back to the computer.
" Neena? Are you there? "
Saved by the knock! Yes!
"Here, but not all there," she replied cheefrully. "C'mon in!"
She grinned when she saw Garrett. She'd seen him around the Mansion numerous times since his release from the Infirmary, but had not managed to catch up with him long enough to do more than exchange pleasantries. He'd been fairly morose as of late. It was understandable, though a bit frustrating. However, his general demeanor as he entered this time hinted at his original, happier, self.
"Well, welcome to the land of the living, m'friend. You look considerably healthier. Are you recovering all right?"
Neena opened the front door, and motioned for Luke to precede her inside.
"....I was blessed that my mutation wasn't extremely obvious and I could still blend in," he was saying. "... not knowing about a place like this I have no idea what I would have done if the situation had been different."
She nodded agreement. "Unfortunately, there seems to be an upsurge of mutation that is quite visible. We attract a lot, and we do our best to help them control and feel comfortable with themselves."
Then she grimaced. "Now if we could just get the rest of the world to ease up, too, we'd be golden."
"What do you do for funding, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Not at all." She picked up a New Resident folder, and flipped on the lights in the living room.
"I know a lot of parents, not all but quite a few, have problems with their children having the X-Gene. Do enough parents pay tuition to support the school or do you have outside donors?"
"Quite a bit comes from outside donors," she answered. "There are a lot out there who support the School's endeavors, but want to remain anonymous. Again, because of the prevalent world attitude. And then, whatever we lack, Professor Xavier makes up for us. And, believe it or not, the majority of the kids like to contribute of themselves, in various ways."
She handed over the map in the back of the folder, which showed the common areas and such.
"For example, the School was damaged pretty badly during Registration. When we were allowed to finally come back, the students and residents did most of the restoration." The pride in her voice could be clearly heard.
"Hi Neena. You certainly can make an entrance can't ya?"
Her grin widened. "I have no idea what you mean, m'friend," she teased.
"Oh, ya this is Gabe. Gabe Neena."
"Hi Gabe!" Neena waved at the finned youth cheerfully, noting the sagginess of his soggy clothing. She wondered why he wore such oversized clothing?
"Gabe's a prospective student and I'm showing him around." Streak He turned to look at Gabe. "Looks like we've found your fellow classmates. The classes here are a little different than other schools."
"They are?" Neena scratched her head. "How?"
One of the girls chose that particular moment to send a spray of water toward the African teacher, water that changed colors from blue to orange the instant it left her hands. Neena ducked beneath the waves quickly, and the majority of the spout overflowed the edge of the pool, toward the landbound boys' feet.
"I can see that," Gabe finally replied, just as Neena resurfaced. "Nice to meet you, Neena. I like your school."
"Thank you, m'friend." She pulled herself up over the edge of the pool, and out of the water. Dripping, she walked over to the youth and held out her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. As Streak said, I'm Neena. And these are, Miriam, Lona, Dionne, Carve, Rodan and Xulay." Each person waved or said 'hi' as they were introduced. "We're working on water powers today. Sort of."
Neena held out her hand for the soaked folder Gabe held. Ink had smeared lines down the sides of the paper. She held it up.
"Xulay, we could use a drench reverse, kiddo!"
A young girl with blond hair, but distinctly oriental facial features, swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out, then walked over to the trio. She took the folder, and frowned in deep concentration. Very slowly, the inky streaks began backtracking, retracing their water paths across the paper.
While the teen worked, and the others returned to their liquidy fun, Neena turned to Gabe, and held out her hand to shake.
"Are you looking to join classes, m'friend, or just looking for somewhere to crash?"
"Visually... I'm completely blind. Can't see a color, shape, or anything else."
Neena nodded at the description. She smiled slightly as he removed his glasses. With it being night, her own glasses already resided in her hair, rather than over her eyes. It felt slightly odd to see one of her own quirks replayed by another person.
"But I've been blessed with enhanced hearing and a sonar that keeps me from running into anything. It's difficult to make out actual facial characterics unless I'm up close but I can still identify people from a distance by their movements and actions. Since I can't see the face I've become rather adept at noticing people's habits."
"And habits are much harder to disguise than features," she agreed appreciatively.
Assured that his lack of eyesight wouldn't obscure his vision, she continued on toward the Mansion Proper, treating him as any other sighted person.
"I'd enjoy talking with you about your organization and its purpose if you have the time. It's become so normal for me to hide my ability that it's nice to just act free for at least a few minutes."
She nodded agreement. "Everyone needs a place to let their hair down once in a while. And I can assure you that you won't need to worry here."
Since he'd has association with Calley, she couldn't be sure which 'organization' he spoke of: Xavier's Institute or the Xmen. She decided to play dumb for the moment, and stick with the School.
"Professor Xavier founded this school as an extension of his first. We basically offer classes up through high school graduation, connections for college if needed, and a refuge for ousted mutants," she explained, keeping her voice quiet in respect for those sleeping.
"Most of our residents are teenagers, actually, but there are ages as young as six and old as late sixties. That's our resident healer, the DocProf."
A shadow swooped overhead. Neena waved to Chad, the raptor shifter, returning from his nightly hunt to perch on the roof. She spotted Jeramya, the resident gargoyle, on the roof as well, but wasn't sure if he was asleep or just watching.
¨her name was Roxie .she had the most bright smile i ever saw and her kindly green eyes give you a warm sensation of love and protection ...her hair was blond like kat^s hair is ..."
Neena listened quietly. Iron must have taken after his father then, instead of his mother.
"she remind me about my mother in some way ... don't tell her that pleaase she would feel embarrassed."
She nodded her agreement.
"i saw her with son eyes ... my mom is amazing for me ... she made all looks easy and funny. i have a picture of her in my pocket."
Neena watched as he leaned over to retrieve something from his coat, then smiled as she looked at the photo. Her hair did resemble Katrina's a bit, in a grown up way.
"She's beautiful. Very elegant."
"i couldn't take one from dad ... i was very hurry the day i go off my home . i was very afraid of the murderers, i run away the faster i could ... i never be back to the house . i don't want to go there again , that place scared me ..."
She squeezed his shoulder a bit in sympathy, and handed the photo back.
"i don't like these kind of place , when something really bad happen the impressions of the feelings keep floating around the place."
Neena could partially sympathize with his feelings. The fear she didn't understand, but realized that was a result of her personal mutation. However, she'd visited the site where her grandfather, her Babu, had laid with the fever that eventually killed him. Also the place where a lion had taken her youngest brother. Unlike Iron Mouth, she drew comfort from the memories of her family in those places, not fear. But yes, feeling tended to surface in places like those he spoke of.
"... i don't want to put a foot in that creepy place any more time . i want to stay here , please don't fired me out ¨
Neena took a deep breath, and let it out carefully, so as not to sigh.
"You don't have to leave Fausto. I understand why you did what you did. I'm not sure what I would have done, if I had been in your shoes. Losing a family hurts more than almost anything."
She paused. The boy was distraught, and she needed to word this carefully.
"But you have to realize, this country has a set of channels that we have to go through to correct a problem. It's difficult to abide by sometimes. But its the way things are. Until we can change them, then we have to obey them."
She squeezed his shoulder again, then stood. She didn't care much for the role of Disciplinary, but unfortunately it was part of her job description.
"I'm not going to kick you out, but I am confining you to school grounds for at least two weeks. No sports, no pool, and no lake privileges. Also, for an hour every day this week you'll join me in the Danger Room for a boot-camp obstacle course. And...."
She had a feeling he was not going to like this part one bit.
".... I want you to use the Library computers and track down the family of the man you killed. Bring the information to me when you find it. If you haven't by the end of the two weeks, the grounding stays in effect until you do. Understood?"
Some would say she was too harsh, others would say she wasn't harsh enough. Some would say he shouldn't be punished at all, others would say she needed to let the authorities deal with him. Everyone would have an opinion on how she should have handled it.
When and if the opportunity came around, then everyone could handle it in their own way, and let everyone else criticize in their own turn.
(OOC: Sorrysorrysorry for the delay! I've had a rough week/end, but I think I'm back to normal posting speed again.)
When the DocProf returned to Chris, Neena resumed her visual eavesdropping.
"Well? how's it look?" Chris asked.
"It looks good. No diseases. However, your blood is laced with radiation."
<"Radiation? Interesting,"> she mulled silently.
"It doesn't make much sense. There's no way we can eliminate the radiation from the blood because you blood radiates it. That can only mean one thing...Your body is obviously creating radiation."
<"That explains the nuclear explosion."> Neena shifted and crossed her legs, and stuck her pinkie nail in her mouth.
"It seems that there are a lot of different types of radiation in your body. The tests here show spikes in microwave, infrared, x-ray, gamma, alpha, beta rays, and some in between stages."
As the medic excused himself, the chocolate-skinned woman considered the possibilities of such a mutation. It seemed a bit similar to Redemption's. She felt for the boy. Explosions were difficult enough to deal with, and the onset of his mutation would have been traumatic. Throw radiation into the mix and there was how Chris became Fission. That was a pretty heavy burden for a youth to carry.
She identified the Geiger Counter readily, and zoomed in a bit further to watch the gauge closely.
"Apparently you give off radiation when you bleed. But other than that your fine."
"Fascinating...." she murmured aloud, under her breath.
She blinked back to normal sight, and rubbed her eyes reflexively. She waited for the two men to reappear before standing up, and smiling.
"So? What's the verdict, boys?" she asked, wanting to hear it from their mouths, rather than simply read it.
"Don't I know it. My little girl is hard enough to handle now. I am hoping that with the training and experience of the people here, yourself included, that she will be prepared when puberty comes. I surely won't be, more than likely."
Neena grinned and passed the statement off with a wave. "I'm sure you'll do fine, Mr. Hornbuckle. We girls aren't that difficult, really, despite what the parenting books and old friends say. Just give her the 'Birds and the Bees' talk now, so you won't have to deal with it when the emotions and hormones kick in."
When asked about the rest of the tour, she glanced down at his feet.
"Next is all outdoors. Got your walking shoes on?" she asked, leading the way back upstairs, and toward the back door and yard of the estate.
I mentioned this plot thought in the Cbox, and received a surprisingly positive response, so here it is for everyone to toy with.
How about something similar to Freaky Friday? Somehow certain mutants switch both bodies and powers. Or possibly just bodies, not sure. The easiest way for this to happen would be an NPC mutant with those powers running loose. Possibly a Prankaholic, or someone with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or some other interesting personality quirk.
So it doesn't become overwhelming, I would suggest asking for volunteers, as opposed to everyone switching with someone else. I'd also like to see the Mods make the decision among the volunteers who switches with who, simply because it would be more random, entertaining, and stretch the volunteers rp skills.
As for a solution to the problem.....
Anyone have any creative ideas? Other than the NPC has a change of heart and switches them back?
