A Beginning...
Traveling from one part of the world to another is always difficult. Be it jet lag, or the time change, or leaving the world you know behind—Everything always catches up to you. Recruits, new and old have started to trickle onto Muir Island—And for the first time, in a long time, the nearly empty compound is a blur activity. The weather in Scotland has been fair with uninterrupted blue skies, a faint breeze, and enough wild flowers to make the open area’s seem less like a temporary base and more like a temporary home. As recruits come in, or students arrive with Professor’s, they are given placement in the appropriate dorm and are free to unpack their things and move about the compound as they please—Within reason, considering there are certain clearance levels they must adhere to.
There is some work to be done in the compound, like dusting and vacuuming the third floor that was sectioned off due to being unused—General repairs to the roof from wind damage, and picking up the grounds. Both younger and older members of the compound are welcome to assist in this, though they are not required to. There is running water, electricity, internet and satellite—Those things were never shut down due to security reasons, and the fact that there were still some of Moira’s old staff members acting as caretakers for the Island. There is too much valuable, dangerous equipment located in the sub level to be left completely unattended.
For the time being, everyone is encouraged to get to know one another if they aren’t familiar with each other to begin with—And to familiarize themselves with the base. Muir Island is only a transitory compound for them to work out of, to be kept safe and sheltered while their new Headquarters in London is being completed. The area seems entirely peaceful, with access to the mainland, and a nice length of beach with soft sand and warm waters. Though things can change rapidly, as the X-Men have learned over the years…So while everything is tranquil at the moment, such calmness is likely not to last.
Traveling from one part of the world to another is always difficult. Be it jet lag, or the time change, or leaving the world you know behind—Everything always catches up to you. Recruits, new and old have started to trickle onto Muir Island—And for the first time, in a long time, the nearly empty compound is a blur activity. The weather in Scotland has been fair with uninterrupted blue skies, a faint breeze, and enough wild flowers to make the open area’s seem less like a temporary base and more like a temporary home. As recruits come in, or students arrive with Professor’s, they are given placement in the appropriate dorm and are free to unpack their things and move about the compound as they please—Within reason, considering there are certain clearance levels they must adhere to.
There is some work to be done in the compound, like dusting and vacuuming the third floor that was sectioned off due to being unused—General repairs to the roof from wind damage, and picking up the grounds. Both younger and older members of the compound are welcome to assist in this, though they are not required to. There is running water, electricity, internet and satellite—Those things were never shut down due to security reasons, and the fact that there were still some of Moira’s old staff members acting as caretakers for the Island. There is too much valuable, dangerous equipment located in the sub level to be left completely unattended.
For the time being, everyone is encouraged to get to know one another if they aren’t familiar with each other to begin with—And to familiarize themselves with the base. Muir Island is only a transitory compound for them to work out of, to be kept safe and sheltered while their new Headquarters in London is being completed. The area seems entirely peaceful, with access to the mainland, and a nice length of beach with soft sand and warm waters. Though things can change rapidly, as the X-Men have learned over the years…So while everything is tranquil at the moment, such calmness is likely not to last.
