It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Tamsin was restless. She didn't do restless very well. She just didn't. So it'd led to her roaming the campus just about every day, helping people where she could and just mingling where she couldn't.

She was also doing a hefty dose of avoiding most of Kitty's friends -- Laura seemed to want to torch her. Morgan and Ruth? Well, violating his training be damned, there were days where she was pretty sure Ruth's seeing eye dog was about to get sent after her. But she knew she deserved the enmity, so she dealt with it as best she could.

And dealing with it the best she could included regular sweeps of the campus -- not to be confused with her aimless roaming -- for Gwen and Owen and the other de facto people in charge.

She always had her gun with her; today was no different. As she walked, she periodically checked the back of her pants to reassure herself that it was still there. Not that it wouldn't be, but it was a comforting presence for her.

[ooc: Feel free to run into her wherever you want on campus.]

Kitty had been at MacGregor house for a few days, and finally had decided she needed to go out and do some scouting. She figured she could see if there were any other survivors at one of the nearby dorm houses that she could direct to move to MacGregor where every one else had started setting up housing.

She also had a backpack with her that she figured she could fill with extra supplies from the other houses.

After all, the previous residents wouldn't need them.

Slinging her pack on her shoulder, she headed into the first house past New House.

This could be interesting, she thought.

Tamsin had been through a lot in her life -- powers activating at the age of twelve, going to Xavier's, dating John, leaving to become part of the Brotherhood, losing John to someone else -- but this? Took the effin' cake.

The portal or whatever it was that'd sucked her in had deposited her on a college campus. It'd taken her maybe five minutes to realize that it was MIT. But it was like a bizarro version of MIT. There was nobody there. Nobody. And she knew enough about MIT to know that there should've been people over all the place, especially in the middle of the afternoon.

She drew her gun, keeping it at her side as she moved through the campus. Maybe she was being overly cautious, but better that than dead.