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******AT ATTENTION******
<Kurt> @@
<Remy> @@
<Mystique> @@
<Emma> @@
<Trav> @@
<Logan> @@
<Erik> A television broadcast, their last night in Athens, reported a mutant attack in Chicago that killed an estimated 700 and wounded 3000. They left Athens early, and returned to Wundagore. Two new students had arrived in their absence, Bobby and Arthur. Emma got some straight answers out of Lensherr, Kurt and Travis had a chat, and Sonja argued with Logan about the school.

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE. BREAKFAST HAS JUST ENDED, BUT CLASSES HAVEN'T STARTED YET. THERE'S A PILE OF NEWSPAPERS AT THE END OF THE TABLE, BY ERIK'S SEAT, ALL WITH HEADLINES EXCLAIMING ABOUT THE ATTACK 2 DAYS AGO.
<Erik> ACTION> BOVA IS CLEARING THE TABLE OF DISHES...
<Trav> :::Looks utterly pleased with himself, having polished off enough food for two kids his age::: ((Now that's what I call a filling meal.))
<Erik> ::frowning over a newspaper, sipping at half-cold tea:: ...
<Emma> ::Reads the stocks, a slight smile to her lips as she checks on hers, cricling it with a red pen.::
<Kurt> ::stands from his seat, pushing the chair in with his foot::
<Trav> :::Nods to Bova, patting his stomach::: Some good cooking, ma'am. 'specially the gravy. Sure sticks to your ribs.
<Mystique> ::sits at the table in her usual crimson silk robe reading a newspaper as well with an untouched cup of coffee before her::
<Erik> ::folds the newspaper, straightening it with a crackle of paper:: ..I have a small announcement, before you leave.
<Remy> ::shakes his head, as leaves his seat to grab one of the papers.. looking for anything interesting::
<Emma> ::Takes a bite of cereal.::
<Erik> ACTION> THE PAPERS ALL SEEM TO HAVE VARIATIONS ON THE THEME OF 'WHEN EVIL MUTANTS ATTACK!!' PLASTERED ACROSS THE HEADLINES, WITH ASSORTED PICTURES OF WOUNDED AND DEAD BEING CARRIED AWAY FROM THE BADLY DAMAGED STADIUM
<Logan> ::out in his cottage::
<Remy> Ya?
<Remy> ((Can't catch a break can we?))
<Emma> Sir, you subcribe to the New York Post?
<Kurt> ::moves out the door, making his way to the stairs and then up them::
<Mystique> ::raises an eyebrow after scanning a mutant related headline:: ((You don't know just how evil...))
<Erik> Mr D'Angelo's parents called this morning... he has been pulled from enrollment here.
<Emma> ::Nods.::
<Erik> ::glances to Emma:: Yes... ::sets the paper he was reading on the table, sliding it towards her::
<Remy> De big guy?
<Trav> :::Grin drops::: Did he say why they did it? Or if he might be coming back?
<Emma> ::Promptly looks at the evil mutant attack cover on the post and rips it in two.::
<Erik> ::shakes his head slightly:: I believe they were.. reacting unwisely to the news of the attack. They.. made it clear their son would not be returning so long as they had any say in the matter.
<Emma> ::Promptly folds her hands in front of her after tearing the paper.:: ((Aggression adverted.))
<Remy> ::looks at Emma and sighs:: Dis is gettin' ridiculous
<Trav> :::Shakes his head, smiling sadly::: I'm sorry to hear that. ((Well, guess I really am alone now...))
<Kurt> ::enters his room, peering around for a moment before kneeling to look through a small stack of books next to his bed::
<Mystique> Such public reaction will only worsen in the years to come. ::comments absently as she turns the page of her paper::
<Remy> Why dey gotta be like dat, huh?
<Trav> Because we're different, ergo, they fear us. :::Gives Remy a wry look::: Ain't much more than that.
<Erik> Indeed... ::sips his tea again, setting it aside as he realizes it is cold:: I have been remiss, thus far. When you all came here, I told you that you would receive training in the control and use of your powers. I regret that I was not able to begin sooner...
<Remy> Ev'ryone's diff'rent. ::shakes his head:: Dey jus' actin' stupid. I'm sick'a it.
<Mystique> Well Mr. Lebeau...you do have the power to create high explosives at a simple touch...I think a little fear is understandable, wouldn't you say?
<Erik> ::sharp look at Mystique:: Fear out of knowledge, perhaps. But fear out of ignorance is never excusable.
<Remy> ...::looks a little angry, accidentally charges the news paper in his hand:: Damnit! ::Tries to toss it away so that it causes the least amount of damage::
<Emma> Education could be possible.
<Kurt> ::takes one of the books and exits his room, then goes downstairs and back into the breakfast room::
<Erik> ACTION> THE PAPER GOES UP IN A FLURRY OF SPARKS AND A SMALL 'POP', SPITTING BITS OF SPUTTERING PAPER ACROSS THE FLOOR
<Trav> No matter how much you train us, you educate us, or you disguise us, they knew what we are. And in the end, we are what we are, and they'll always hate us for it.
<Emma> Not education for just us, education for THEM.
<Remy> ..::sighs:: I'll be upstairs.. ::leaves the dining room::
<Erik> Mr Lebeau.
<Remy> ::turns around:: Ya?
<Mystique> Even with full knowledge of our powers, I would expect them to fear us still. We have amazing talents that often can be used for destructive purposes.
<Trav> :::Bites back his laughter, looking to Emma::: And what would you suggest we do? Mind-warp the rest of humanity to make them understand?
<Erik> You will join the rest of your classmates at the elevator. ::clears his throat:: Morning classes will not be held, today.
<Emma> So you suggest we sit and wait to be killed with no choice but to fight back? ::Sips her juice, her voice cool and cutting.::
<Kurt> ::look is even more sobered than usual when he hears what the topic of conversation is, about to sit back down before hearing Erik:: ...?
<Remy> Fantastic. ::rubs the back of his neck, furrowing his brow a little::
<Trav> My suggestion is we simply continue as we're doing, working to gain acceptance. How are we any different from the various groups in the past?
<Remy> When we goin'?
<Erik> ::stands up:: I expect all of you ready in ten minutes. Wear clothing you do not object to damaging.
<Remy> ::nods and heads upstairs to change::
<Trav> :::Looks down at his current clothes, then shrugs::: Not like my clothes are at a premium these days.
<Mystique> ::stands up from the table morphing her body underneath the robe into her usual blue self but now clothed in her usual uniform, and then sheds the robe tucking it neatly under her arm::
<Erik> ::walks out of the dining room, heading for the front door::
<Kurt> ::stands there for a moment, then looks down at his book, then faintly shrugs and walks out.. 'porting upstairs afterwards::
<Emma> ::Sighs and starts to go to her room.::
<Erik> ACTION> LOGAN HEARS A KNOCK AT HIS COTTAGE DOOR
<Remy> ::walks into his room and closes the door behind him:: ((Fine'ly we gon' do sumthin sides schoo'work))
<Logan> ::sheathes the katana he was performing katas with placing it over the mantle, yells:: It's open. ::dressed in a pair of gray sweat pants::
<Erik> ACTION> THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN SOUNDLESSLY. ERIK STANDS OUTSIDE, POLITELY.
<Kurt> ::once in his room, closes the door and quickly changes into a loose pair of trousers and a sleeveless shirt:: ((I wonder what they have planned for us today?..))
<Logan> ::looks at the blade, as apposed to making eye contact:: This a social call, bub? No need stand on formality with me. Save it for some parents whose kid you want to take a million miles from home.
<Erik> I am activating the training room, shortly. You may wish to observe it in operation. ::glances at the katana as well::
<Remy> ::changes into a grey wifebeater and black sweats, cracks his neck and grabs his staff for no good reason::
<Emma> ::Dresses in a tank top and sweat pants::
<Remy> ::leaves his room and walks down to the elevator... leans agaisnt the wall next to the elevator, waiting for the others::
<Remy> ::uncollapses his staff and idlely twirls it::
<Logan> Hrrm. I don't think I'm dressed for it. ::dryly::
<Erik> I will begin in five minutes. ::slight nod, turns back for the castle::
Remy sets mode: +o Trav
<Kurt> ::moves out of his room and downstairs, with a bit of a curious look towards Remy's staff as he heads down the hall towards the elevator::
<Emma> ::Heads to the elevator.::
<Remy> ::looks around:: ((S'really quiet))
<Remy> ::looks up as he sees kurt coming:: Y' know what dis' about?
<Logan> ::changes into his suit and heads towards the castle::
<Kurt> ::slowly shakes his head:: Nein, I do not...
<Remy> ::taps his staff on the floor::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK APPROACHES THE ELEVATOR
<Emma> ::Stands up a little straighter.::
<Erik> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR DOORS GLIDE OPEN TO ADMIT THEM ALL
<Remy> You? ::looks at Emma as he continues to lean::
<Remy> ..::moves from the wall and waits for the others to enter before him::
<Trav> :::Wearing a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers, steps into the elevator:::
<Emma> No.
<Emma> ::Steps inside the elevator.::
<Kurt> ::glances at the elevator, then moves inside::
<Remy> ::steps into the elevator after the others:: ((..I hate elevators..))
<Mystique> ::waits patiently in the elevator::
<Remy> ::taps his staff on the floor:: ((Can we jus' go yet?))
<Erik> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR DESCENDS TO THE RESTRICTED-ACCESS SUBLEVEL, OPENING TO REVEAL THE LONG CORRIDOR TO THE HANGAR. ERIK STEPS OFF BUT STOPS A SHORT DISTANCE INTO THE HALL, TURNING TO THE LEFT-HAND WALL
<Remy> ::exits after Erik and follows him::
<Kurt> ::steps out of the elevator, looking from Erik to the wall he's facing::
<Erik> ACTION> THE FEATURELESS SURFACE OF THE WALL SEEMS TO RIPPLE SLIGHTLY AS ERIK PLACES A HAND TO IT. SEAMS APPEAR, OUTLINING A DOOR WITH A STYLIZED 'X' INSET INTO THE METAL.
<Trav> :::Follows behind the others, looking more and more timid:::
<Remy> ::blinks:: Dayumn.. how much did dat cost?
<Erik> ::mildly amused glance at Remy:: Nothing but time.
<Emma> ::Raises an eyebrow.:: Couldn't you just... open a door?
<Remy> ::snickers::
<Erik> ::turns to eye the other students:: Before we proceed, I must instruct you.. do not touch anything. Do not move anything. Do not press any buttons, or flip any switches. Am I clear? ::raises a brow::
<Remy> ...Don' breathe o' talk o' laugh.. don' even go in?
<Kurt> ::..thoughtful look as he wonders what it is that's so important that they might wreck:: ..Ja..
<Emma> There are no red buttons, are there?
<Trav> :::Nodding repeatedly::: Whatever you say, Mr. Lensherr.
<Logan> ::waits for the elevator to come back up::
<Erik> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR ARRIVES AND OPENS FOR LOGAN, EXPECTANTLY
<Remy> ::grins::
<Erik> Am I clear, Mr Lebeau?
<Mystique> ::half smile over Erik's do not touch rant::
<Logan> ::steps into it a rides it down:: ((They're not ready yet.))
<Remy> I dunno.. if dere's a shiny red button like Emma was talkin' 'bout I might be tempted.
<Remy> But yah, sho' nuff sir ::salutes::
<Erik> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN TO REVEAL LOGAN, ALL DECKED OUT IN A DARK BLACK AND BROWN COSTUME AND MASK OF SOME SORT. ERIK TURNS BACK TO THE DOOR, AND IT HISSES OPEN SMOOTHLY.
<Remy> ::looks over at logan:: ..We havin' a costume party?
<Erik> ACTION> THE NEWLY REVEALED ROOM IS ABOUT 2/3RDS THE SIZE OF THE WEIGHT ROOM, AND THE THREE WALLS FACING AWAY FROM THE DOOR ALL SEEM TO BE MADE OF GLASS, LOOKING INTO PITCH-BLACK SHADOWS. THE REMAINING WALL IS COVERED IN WIRING AND GLOWING TUBES, AND MANY TUBES AND CABLES SNAKE ACROSS THE FLOOR TO SOME KIND OF CONSOLE AT THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROOM
<Emma> {{(To Remy -ONLY-) Better than that poor animal on his head he dares to call hair.}}
<Remy> ::laughs::
<Trav> :::Whistles::: Who's your interior decorator?
<Logan> Funny, bub, real funny. ::produces a cigar from behind his ear and a lighter from his boot:: Remind me to laugh, later ((as I'm peeling your Cajun hide off the walls.)) ::lights up::
<Remy> ::..covers his mouths:: Forgot 'bout dat no laughin' policy.
<Remy> ..::Raises an eyebrow:: ..y' got cigars?
<Kurt> ::distracted look towards Logan's outfit before looking through the now-open doorway, blinking::
<Erik> Please refrain, Logan... ::glances at the cigars before moving to the console, stepping up a half-step onto the raised platform::
<Remy> ..think y' need a throw rug ova dere.. ::points::
<Logan> ::looks around, not exactly spotting an ash tray, snuffs the cigar on his arm and stows it back behind his ear::
<Emma> ::Her upper lip curls slightly at the site and she looks away.::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK TOUCHES A PAD, AND LIGHTS FLARE ON, BEHIND THE GLASS. A HUGE ROOM, OPEN FOR TWO STORIES, APPARENTLY DOWN TO A FLOOR BELOW THIS ONE, IS REVEALED. IT IS UTTERLY FEATURELESS, ASIDE FROM THE LIGHTS OVERHEAD.
<Trav> :::Looks around, looking more and more confused::: Uhm....so, what is all of this?
<Erik> The room you see below.. will be your training room. It is designed to withstand most effects of your powers, and provide a safe place for practice and control, whether that be.. shielding your telepathy, Miss Frost... or containing your explosions, Mr Lebeau.
<Remy> ::raises an eyebrow:: ...y' got anythin' else hidden down here?
<Kurt> ::eyes widen, and he takes a few steps towards the glass to get a better look at the room::
<Remy> ::follows aside kurt and looks as well::
<Erik> It is also designed to provide a range of.. moving targets ::faint smirk:: and obstacles.
<Emma> Shielding my telepathy? I would find it hard to train with my commuication skills with out someone able to recive it.
<Mystique> In the field, you may find yourself with out the aid of telepathy and thus you must prepare for such dire circumstances.
<Erik> ::glances to Emma:: Ah... of course, Miss Frost.. but would you not find it easier to achieve focus on an individual's mind, without the minds of everyone else within your range intruding? Within this room, it will function, but you will not pick up emanations from beyond these walls.
<Emma> Ah.
<Kurt> ::quietly, almost speaking to himself:: ..Obstacles?.. But there's nothing in there..
<Remy> ...::grins:: We get to try it out?
<Remy> ::rubs his hands together::
<Trav> Will there be any...uhm...weapons training? :::Tries to look comfortable with being here:::
<Logan> ::snorts:: Weapons just make you a target, kid.
<Erik> ::doesn't respond to Travis:: If one of you would like to volunteer, so that the rest of you may get a view of precisely what to expect..?
<Remy> ::looks around:: I'll do it.
<Trav> :::Looks up at Logan::: And what do I look like now, other than a target?
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: The door to your right, Mr Lebeau.
<Logan> ::arms folded over his chest, shakes his head at trav::
<Remy> ::walks to the door:: Do I open it or do you have to use the Force to open it?
<Erik> ACTION> A SMALL DOOR IN THE GLASS OBSERVATION WINDOW SWINGS OUTWARD. AS REMY APPROACHES, METAL PLATES SLIDE INTO STEPS LEADING DOWNWARD TO THE FLOOR OF THE VAST ROOM
<Remy> ((Awright he's jus' showin' off now..)) ::walks down the steps, warily, looking back to the others::
<Remy> ::hops off the last step and looks up towards the room he just came from::
<Kurt> ::lowers himself to a crouch to get a better look towards the floor of the room, tail curling around his ankles::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK MOVES CLOSER TO THE CONSOLE, PLACING HIS HANDS ON TWIN BARS SET INTO THE TOP OF IT. A FAINT HUM ACCOMPANIES A WAVE OF STATIC ELECTRICITY CROSSING THE ROOM, AS MANY OF THE GLOWING TUBES BRIGHTEN AND THE OBSERVATION ROOM LIGHTS GO OUT
<Erik> ACTION> THE FLOOR SHUDDERS BENEATH REMY'S FEET JUST BEFORE THE SECTION HE STANDS ON LURCHES UPWARDS, AWAY FROM THE REST, GAINING SPEED.
<Remy> ::holds his staff in his mouth while he digs in his pockets.. pulls out a headband a puts his on, as well as a leather wristband that has throwing spikes... taken off guard:: Oh shit! ::tries to jump from the pillar:: T'anks f'r de warning!
<Trav> :::Watchs closely, not looking at all shaken over Logan's response:::
<Erik> ACTION> REMY JUMPS DOWN BEFORE IT HAS GONE TOO HIGH, BUT SECTIONS OF THE WALL ARE SLIDING TO REVEAL LARGE HOLES, ON EITHER SIDE OF HIM
<Remy> ::looks to the holes.. continually shifting his gaze to be ready for whatever they send at him::
<Erik> ACTION> HE SENSES SOMETHING LARGE BEHIND HIM, MOVING FAST
<Remy> ::hits the floor::
<Logan> ::watches disinterestedly:: Hmmph.
<Kurt> ::staring down at the training room, trying to take everything in:: ((..We.. we will all have to do that?..))
<Trav> :::Whispers to Kurt::: Is it too late to back out?
<Erik> ACTION> A PENDULUM WEIGHT SWINGS PAST CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HIM TO FEEL IT BRUSH HIS HAIR. THE FLOOR BENEATH HIM STARTS TO LOSE FIRMNESS
<Remy> ::Rolls out of the way , and back up to his feet..::
<Kurt> ::whispering back:: ..Perhaps not. You run for it, and I shall cover you. ::tone of his voice makes it hard to tell if he's joking or not::
<Mystique> ::watches in satisfaction at the exercises below::
<Erik> ACTION> HIS FEET ARE SINKING ANKLE-DEEP INTO THE INCREASINGLY SPONGY SURFACE
<Trav> What, you can't transport both of us? :::Gives Kurt a slightly surprised look:::
<Kurt> ::stares at Travis for a short time, keeping his voice quiet:: ..I.. I have never tried..
<Remy> ::in french:: [[what the?]] ::tries to move towards a firm floor surface thing and use it to push himself up possibly out::
<Erik> ACTION> WHAT LOOK LIKE GUN BARRELS HAVE EMERGED FROM THE HOLES IN THE WALLS. THEY CRACKLE, AND GOLF-BALL SIZED BEADS WITH LENGTHY WIRES ATTACHED ARC TOWARDS HIM.
<Logan> ::idly eavesdrops on kurt and trav::
<Trav> Guess it's not a good idea, then. :::Gives a weary look to the different instructors, then whimpers:::
<Remy> Uhhh.. ... hell.. ::grabs a throwing spike from his wristband and tries to charge and throw it at the beads::
<Logan> Stop whining, kid, scenary can't fight back.
<Kurt> ::goes back to watching the show, a with a bit of a disturbed look:: ((..And it is something I never want to try...))
<Emma> ::Let out a slight sigh.:: Time to go to the gym.
<Erik> ACTION> HE HITS ONE OF THE BEADS AND IT EXPLODES, SENDING THE OTHERS FROM THAT WALL OFF-COURSE. ONE OF THE BALLS FROM THE OTHER DIRECTION GLANCES OFF HIS SHOULDER, AND STINGS RATHER SHARPLY
<Remy> ::winces:: I've had worse! ((Dayumn that stung)) ::looks around for his staff and runs over to retrieve it::
<Trav> :::Looks to Logan, giving him a wry look::: I'll have fun just avoiding the scenary, let alone worrying about fighting back.
<Erik> ACTION> HE SEES HIS STAFF LYING A FEW FEET AWAY. AS HE LOOKS AT IT, VENTS OPEN IN THE FLOOR BETWEEN HE AND IT, AND STEAM BILLOWS UPWARDS FROM THEM.
<Remy> ::raises an eyebrow:: ((...steam? He gon' fog me t' death?))
<Erik> ACTION> IT'S HOT ENOUGH THAT HE'S STARTING TO SWEAT, FEELING THE HEAT ON HIS FACE. HE NOTICES SLIDING PLATES MOVING BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THE VENTS, AT DIFFERENT SPEEDS AND INTERVALS.
<Remy> ..::waits for it... waits for it...makes his move as he tries his damndest to move across the vents to retrieve his staff.. hopping this way and that to try to avoid getting burnt::
<Remy> Whoooo!
<Erik> ACTION> REMY MAKES IT TO HIS STAFF SAFELY. THE OVERHEAD LIGHTS FLICKER, THE VENTS CLOSE, AND THE MOVING PORTIONS OF THE ROOM SLIDE BACK INTO PLACE AND RETURN IT TO NORMAL. ERIK, AT THE CONSOLE, IS BREATHING A BIT HEAVILY AS HE RELEASES THE GRIPS.
<Remy> Aww no more?
<Logan> ::moves closer to erik to hear if his heart rate is accelerated as well::
<Remy> ::picks ups his staff:: Dat was some good workout.. ::breathes heavily::
<Erik> ACTION> THE STAIRWAY TO THE OBSERVATION ROOM REAPPEARS, SEEMINGLY ANSWERING REMY'S QUESTION. ERIK'S HEART RATE IS UP, AND HE LOOKS SOMEWHAT DRAINED, ALTHOUGH HE IS MASKING IT.
<Logan> Hrrmm.
<Remy> ::spins his staff in the air, seemingly shadow staff fighting as he makes his way back up the stairs::
<Erik> ::straightens as Remy returns to the observation room, and clears his throat:: Now... as you all could see, Mr Lebeau performed quite well today. I do not expect all of you to start at the level he just demonstrated, of course.
<Kurt> ::rubs the back of his head, looking at Erik as he speaks::
<Remy> Gotta do mo' trainin' stuff like dis mo' offen.
<Logan> Hmmph.
<Emma> ::Presses her lips together, glancing at Erik while he lectures.::
<Trav> So, we're going to be starting from the lowest level and working up?
<Remy> T'anks Cappy.
<Erik> You will each be receiving brief sessions here, once a week... and once I have established the level each of you appears to function at, I hope to incorporate an additional group session every week.
<Emma> ::Raises her hand.::
<Erik> Yes, Miss Frost?
<Emma> How does this ... machine? ... work?
<Kurt> ((Ach.. more working out...))
<Erik> It is a system I developed... ::glances at the console:: At this juncture, it converts electromagnetic surges of specific frequency and duration into signals that control the movements of the room.
<Trav> :::Scratches his head::: Uhm...are we going to cover this in class?
<Erik> No.. ::faint, weary smile:: It is nothing you need to be concerned with. ::motions to the hallway door, and it opens for them::
<Remy> We gon' have hand to hand training to? I'd like t' work wit' someone fo' all my skill atrophies.
<Erik> I am sure we can work something out, Mr Lebeau.
<Remy> ::nods::
<Trav> Do we have to use a weapon? Like the one Rem...er, Mr. Lebeau has?
<Erik> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR IN THE HALL SEEMS TO BE OPEN AND WAITING FOR THEM
<Kurt> ::starts to move towards the door, lingering only because they're still asking questions::
<Remy> T'anks, Msr. Lensherr. ::leaves::
<Emma> Hrm... ::Turns and heads towards the elevator.::
<Erik> No, Mr Rydell. Your first priority is, naturally, learning to use your own abilities to their greatest advantage. If you then choose to incorporate a weapon into what you have learned... you are free to do so.
<Logan> Don't encourage him.
<Trav> I see. Well, guess I better start spending more time in the gym every day.
<Kurt> ::follows Remy and Emma to the elevator::
<Erik> Mr Rydell, please inform the others that the remainder of class-time before lunch is free, today.
<Remy> ::enters the elevator and waits for all the others to file in::
<Trav> :::Nods, then moves faster to catch up to the others:::
<Erik> ACTION> THE ELEVATOR RETURNS THE STUDENTS TO THE FIRST FLOOR
<Logan> ::eyes mystique and then erik in turn, waits expectantly::
<Erik> ::lets himself slump back against the wall, slightly, exhaling a slow breath and turning a rather angry glance at the console::
<Trav> :::Clears his throat::: We got told we can do whatever until lunch.
<Remy> ...We still got class? Dayumn
<Kurt> ::with a shrug:: That is the best news I have heard all day.. ::steps out of the elevator::
<Remy> Y'actually like class?
<Kurt> Nein, I like getting out of them.. ::small smile::
<Remy> ::smirks::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK GESTURES AT THE CONSOLE, SHARPLY, AND THE WHOLE THING SEEMS TO UN-LATCH FROM THE FLOOR AND FLIP BACKWARDS AND OUTWARDS, REVEALING ALL THE INNARDS OF THE DEVICE.
<Erik> ::muttering:: ..must be an alternative... ::strides over to the exposed device and stares at it intently::
<Logan> To killin' yourself runnin' ten of those a week and then one with all the runts together?
<Erik> ::scowls at the machine fiercely:: ...They must have the training, or they will never understand their own powers.
<Kurt> ::walks down the hall towards the living room, mulling over things::
<Logan> There're better ways to train 'em, bub. All this flamin' box does is teach 'em how to dodge terrain.
<Emma> ::moves to the living room.::
<Erik> Do you suggest I set Mr Summers to carving chunks out of the mountainside? Or perhaps drop Mr Wagner in a military compound and see how well he dodges gunfire? ::stares at the console, jaw tight:: I am not finished with refining this room... it will function more efficiently, in the future.
<Logan> ::noncommital stare, says nothing::
<Remy> ::moves into his room and grabs some things.. walks across the hall into the boys showers.. picking up a towel on his way::
<Erik> Perhaps you should be teaching them hand-to-hand defense. ::eyes Logan::
<Mystique> ::remains silent and instead curiously observes the exchange between Logan and Erik::
<Kurt> ::once in the living room, he sits on the edge of a couch cushion, running a hand through his hair:: Did that.. seem like a die todesfalle zimmer to you?
<Logan> Hmmph. ::smirks, mildly::
<Emma> If you mean we're going to die in there, yes.
<Erik> ::scowls back at the machine again, and mutters something incoherent:: I expect I will be down here for some time.
<Remy> ..::Walks back to his room to pick up some toiletries, returns and enters the stall.. disrobes and turns on the waters, soaps himself up.. getting the arms first.. winces as he moves the soap over the bruise he get from that golfball thing hitting his shoulder::
<Kurt> ::soft sigh, then carefully leans backwards to stare up at the cieling:: Is all this really needed?..
<Logan> I can take a hint, bub. ::starts towards the elevator::
<Remy> ::shampoos his hair.. rinse works a little conditioning action to get the nice sheen... rinse.. turns off the shower and grabs his towel to rinse off::
<Remy> ::wraps the towel around his waist, grabs his things and walks across the hall to his room..::
*********SIM END*********