Who: Warren OTA What: Chillaxing When: Mid-morning Where: Library Rating: Can't imagine it'll go over PG.
Warren felt about ten years younger when he woke up his first morning as an official resident of Xavier's rather than a guest. The only difference was that he was on the staff floor and not the student. Still, memories of his time here before came back easily and occupied his thoughts as he got ready for the day. His first day there was an inevitable remembrance. Sadness was heavy in the air then, the professor having so recently died, Scott Summers disappearing and being presumed dead, and Jean Grey choosing the enemy over her family. There were many days of uncertainty back then though the happy times that followed were priceless and some of his favorite memories of all.
Once showered and dressed in jeans and custom tailored button down blue shirt, Warren went to the staff kitchen to grab a muffin and a cup of coffee. From there he went down to the first floor to set up shop for a little while. He was having some trusted contractors come out to take a look at the damage that was still in a state of repair and get their assessment. They were the best in historical reconstruction and were discreet. It would not be a quick or cheap fix, but it would be done right and leave no evidence of damage ever having been done.
In the library he found a comfortable chair at one of the long tables set up for studying. He brought his laptop, which he now turned on, and a handful of files and papers. There were things he needed to get done before his guys arrived and they were part of his morning ritual at work. Check and reply to emails, proof working copies of several things going into print either for articles, letters, or various other publications. There were a few calls to return and a meeting to set up. He could have just done all of this in hos room but then what would have been the point of being at the mansion?
Warren finished his second cup of coffee as he finished his morning work and decided to plug in the zip drive Kitty had given him. He still had a little time to kill and he'd promised to look at her presentation as soon as he could. Now was as good a time as any.