[b]Myriah - Outpost - Alex[/b]

She opened the door only slightly at first, making sure she got a good look at who was behind it before she allowed them inside. When she saw that it was Alex Clark, she was honestly surprised. She opened the door fully and smiled at him, though it was plain to see her usual clean appearance was rather [i]unkempt[/i]. She invited him inside quickly, not wanting to dawdle outside her cabin. She placed him in her "library" of sorts, though really it only contained two bookcases and a chess set. "What brings you around?" she asked, moving around the room in search of something. After a few moments of this, she paused and touched at her head.

"... You were missing. You, and... did everyone make it back all right?" She sat down at the chess table and tried to relax. "Poor Allen lost his life in Sylar's group."

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[b]Rhonda - Outpost - Enrique[/b]

"That's ridiculous!" she immediately blurt out. Her stance shifted slightly, as if she was puffing out like a blowfish. She puffed out her chest, crossed her arms, and lifted her head slightly to appear ever-so-slightly taller. It was an automatic movement, known by others to indicate that Rhonda was extremely upset and probably going to start berating someone. "Myriah would never threaten anybody! That woman loves this community to death! No matter how much you say you've done, it will never be as much as Myriah has done for us all." She hadn't meant to come here to argue, but she found her cool flying wildly away from her. Distantly, she figured this man would have knocked her teeth out by now if she were a man. "Just to even [i]think about[/i] threatening our home...!"

Rhonda suddenly took a step back, trying to calm herself down. She needed to de-attach from this situation before it escalated. "The council will hear everything. I'd think carefully about my actions from now on if I were you." She didn't want to leave just yet-- She wanted to stand tall and get in Enrique's face. Rhonda had never tolerated any attempt to intimidate her, especially not after her first husband. She wanted to argue until the sun set, but she knew that was a foolish idea. "... Goodbye," she muttered, suddenly turning away. Like her word, she made a beeline for the administration building.

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[b]Tyler - Baton Rouge - Scarlett/Liam/Katie/Jacob[/b]

His interest perked slightly. Did this girl perhaps have a place to be...? Tyler glanced toward Adam, who still looked intoxicated. Whatever group Adam said he had, Tyler wanted to know of the alternatives. "Just passing through?" he asked, looking back toward the girl. "Do you have a group? We... well, most of us were travelling alone before we ended up together, and we need a place to stay... Supplies. If you have a group--"

Perhaps only now paying attention, Adam spoke up. "Wait, I'm taking you guys to [i]my[/i] group. We have supplies... Lots of supplies!"

Tyler was growing annoyed at Adam's voice. He was a junkie who'd probably hallucinated this 'group'. "Adam, I'm not taking my daughter to some drug den." Tyler didn't care if Katie asked what that meant later, he wanted Adam to just [i]go away[/i]. He stepped up to the boy and leaned into his foul bloodshot face. "You're high," he said, speaking only loud enough for Adam to hear. "I don't know where you got it from, but it doesn't give me much hope for your 'group'."

Adam stepped back from Tyler, looking more confused than scared. He glanced at Katie and mumbled something about not knowing Tyler had a daughter. Tyler moved to grab Adam and repeat what he said, but George stopped him short by loudly clearing his throat. Tyler turned to him with a glare. "Tyler," George said slowly. "You never let the girl speak." He then stepped forward to move between Tyler and Adam. "[i]Do[/i] you have a group?" George asked the girl. "Like my friend said, we need a place to be before sundown, so we need to see what options are available to us."