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Mess Hall
To the side of the library, the mess hall is where Hunters gather to eat while in Haven. There are a dozen long tables in the room, each one capable of seating up to sixteen people. Along the wall connected to the kitchen are several trash cans, some recycling bins, and a slot in the wall for dishes and utensils to be returned through. There are also a few couches with coffe tables in this room, and several vending machines for people to get drinks and snacks from when the kitchen is closed.

Kitchen
Next to the mess hall, the kitchen is where meals for the Hunters are prepared. There are four large ovens, several wide counters, a long range, an indoor electric grill, a large sink, a dishwasher, various appliances, and cabinets for holding dishes and utensils. Connected to the kitchen is the food storage room where the food in Haven is kept. There is a large walk-in fridge, a large walk-in freezer, and numerous shelves and cabinets to hold dry and canned foods. "Cookie", the chef for the New York Hunters Group, can usually be found in here preparing meals for the Hunters. He makes certain foods at request, and encourages people to come in and grab a snack in between meals. He also is the one many of the Hunters go to with their problems since he's a great listener, and so he keeps several stools in the kitchen so people can sit down and talk with him while he works.

Skiaska riffled through a lot of the food inside the fridge, her tail lazily swinging behind her. Pulling out a plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, butter, and some broccoli noodle casserole, she was set. Neatly arranging them on a plate, she put them in the microwave for one minute. Next, Ski went to the still open fridge and pulled out a cherry... pie. Shurgging, she also microwaved that and slid some ice cream to the side. Fianlly, she put the two plates on a tray and stopped. "What kind of bloody drink does she like...?" Not knowing, she grabbed a Pepsi, a Coke, and a Root Beer and set them on the tray. "This should be good."

((Exit back to Infirmary.

She had never learned how to cook, so whenever she went into the mess hall she usually asked Cookie to make something for her. This time not being any different, she walked up to him to ask.

Before she could even ask, he forestalled her. She had asked him enough times by now. Waiting patiently while he ducked into the kitchen, she was soon rewarded with a tray with cereal and a bagel (with cream cheese of course), complete with milk for her cereal and orange juice to drink. She thanked him with a half smile on her face before walking off to a table and sitting down, alone.

She usually ate alone, still not used to much social contact. Today though, she wished she could eat with someone, or at least have someone to talk to while she ate. She had never been allowed to talk while eating before, so the want was odd to her. She sighed and began to spread the cream cheese on the bagel. She took a bite and looked around the mess hall, not seeing anyone that she knew particularly well, since the place was just about empty. She went back to staring blankly at her meal, unused to these new wants she felt.

"Because I have no one to sit with." she repltied, staring at what was left of her meal. She poked at it, now disinterested. "I was never...allowed to talk with others while eating before."

"It was more...strict. Yes. It was more strict than boring." she replied, not sure if she wanted to devulge the details of her upbringing to Amber.

"Yes. I was being trained to be a hunter."

"For all that they raised us, none of us knew their names. We called them the Labcoats because that is what they always wore. They were strict in their rules and harsh in their punishments." She sighed; she did not like bringing up memories like that.

"Yes, they were scientists. We were their expermiments. See this?" she asked, pointing to her tattoo. "We all have one with the letter X and a number ranging from 01 to 26; the letter and number is that person's designation. Mine is X13."