well we don't need no one to tell us what to do we're on our own and there's nothing you can do so we don't need no one like you to tell us what to do.
Every generation, there's something new for the general population to hate and fear. The long-haired hippies and their free love, the illegal-immigrants stealing jobs, those homosexuals who are undermining family values.
For this generation, it's mutants. Tales are being told of freakish children with green skin who can kill you with a look. Your neighbour's sister's friend knows a kid that can read minds. There's a girl in New York who can fly. It's not natural, it's not right. The politicians are ignoring the rumours, because that's all they are, really. No one really knows any mutants. They're just stories, urban legends.
This urban legend just happens to be true. A new generation is discovering new powers every day - flight, telepathy, energy manipulation. There's no one to explain what is going on, how any of this is happening. No kindly wealthy man in upstate New York, no fire-breathing despot out to rule the world.
But there is a hotel. A home, for kids who can't live at home anymore. Maybe they can walk through walls. Or knock them down. Their fathers are freaked out. Their mothers are worried. Their siblings are terrified. The doctors can't help, what would they know about it? But the silent consensus is that they're not safe, that maybe they should go somewhere else.
Welcome to Paradise Hotel, Santa Monica.
[ this is the mod journal for mutanthaven, an au x-men game that utilises story elements from various places and characters owned by marvel. ]