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The monitors were broken and it looked like no power has come through here since the start of the outbreak. There was some old dried blood spritzed about the place, but the sources seemed to have been long gone. Nathan wordlessly shuffled over and dropped down next to the computers, inspecting their integrity.

Scott was somewhere around, quiet but distinctly present, a shadow in the background, one that’s possibly trying to stave off the irritation of loosing one’s patience. Nathan doesn’t check as he ripped off the computer’s casing.

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Scott was out exploring. This compound was so old and so new at the same time. Even as a young teenager, he had always found architectural style and history fascinating. He remembered the days when he’d spend hours on end walking through the empty back passages of the Institute, picturing the mansion in all its former Victorian glory. Shame it was in shambles now.

He rounded a corner in the hallway only to be stopped abruptly by a puppy scampering across the wooden floors. Blinking and confused, he peered down at the puppy through his glasses. It was small and fluffy (he couldn’t tell the color, though; it just looked red), and it seemed to be real -

Scott flattened himself against the wall as a young teenager rushed down the hall after the puppy, only one sock on his foot. “Wha -” he sputtered. “What’s going on here?”

Catching up to the puppy Isaac scooped the small creature up.  He wiggled in the teens arms giving a happy yip and dropping the sock.  Adjusting his grip to hold his pet firmly as he bent down to scoop it up.   Only once he had both sock and pet in hand did he turn to look at the guy in the red glasses.

“He wanted to play.   I think.  I’m still new to this whole caring for small animals.”   Balancing on one foot Isaac pulled on his sock.  This way both his feet would be warm.   While he could handle them being a bit cold easily he found he preferred them being warm.   And like that he had the option.

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Erik sat back in the chair nursing his drink.  This room hadn’t been appropriated for other space yet, but if they didn’t get further housing up soon it would need to be.  Might as well use it for its original purpose as long as he could.   The wet bar had already been raided, but he found a few bottles on his little side trip for construction needs.

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Some news spreads fast in a place like Haven.  Someone died on manoeuvres?  About a day before the whole compound knows.  Someone found more coffee?  Forty five minutes.

The arrival of Scott Summers appeared to fall directly between those two events.  Between Scott and Erik, Ororo was unsure of who the most controversial person present might be.  Of course things couldn’t be simple.

Ororo had found out as she was getting ready to start her day.  She bound her long silver-white dreadlocks up in a colourful scarf, a style that protected her hair now that she couldn’t have it straightened.  She immediately set out to find Scott.

He’s heard about everything that’s happened. It was kind of unavoidable when digging up the recent history of his adoptive daughter, and Nathan had to admit to admit, he wasn’t exactly surprised. Disappointed? He wasn’t sure, but definitely not surprised. He’d sensed the latent extremism in his genetic predecessor, even before he started crafting the shifty orders they all executed to save the surviving mutant race when he brought Hope back. Scott, Scott had a lot of internal conflict going on.

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Ororo descended back towards the ground, confirming their entrypoint.  There was a balcony in the open air with a door to what appeared to have once been quite an impressive rooftop greenhouse.  Now it was thick with spiderwebs, which gave Ororo a sense of foreboding.  After confirming the source of the enhanced infected from days before, they had suspected there might be others waiting in the area.  This confirmed that their new premises might be exactly where they were all hiding.