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******AT ATTENTION******
<Remy> @@
<Logan> @@
<Kurt> @@
<Emma> @@
<Trav> @@
<Bobby> @@
<Erik> Everyone has had at least one session in the newly unveiled training room, over the past week. While each session has been geared towards your individual strengths and abilities, most of you are undoubtedly feeling muscles you forgot you had.
<Erik> Lensherr is looking a bit gaunt from the strain of operating the device, and anyone who hadn't made the connection yet probably picked up on it when Wanda started an argument with him about it over dinner a couple days ago.

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE. EVENING. THE LIBRARY. CLASSES ARE OVER FOR THE DAY, AND MOST OF YOU ARE OCCUPIED WITH WRITING A TEN PAGE COMPARISON/CONTRAST OF THE PHILOSOPHIES OF MARTIN LUTHER KING JR AND MALCOLM X.
<Trav> :::Scratches his head as he tries to come up with something convincingly complex, then groans, slamming his head against the top of the table he's sitting at:::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK IS CURRENTLY IN HIS OFFICE... SONJA IS IN THE LIBRARY 'SUPERVISING' WHILE ENGROSSED IN A BOOK.
<Catzy> ::puts her finger to her mouth and looks at Trav:: shhh!
<Bobby> ::sighs, tapping a pencil against his forehead, looking down at a history book::
<Remy> ::leans back in his chair, having finished his paper and now being extremely bored..:: Don' worry 'bout it, homme. It ain't a big deal.
<Catzy> ::flips through a Hooked on Phonics workbook, scribbling in stuff with a crayon as she goes::
<Erik> ACTION> THE USUAL RAPID PATTER OF FEET DOWN THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE HERALDS PIETRO'S APPROACH. HE AUDIBLY SKIDS TO A STOP OUTSIDE BEFORE WALKING CASUALLY IN, A LUMPY KNAPSACK HANGING FROM ONE SHOULDER.
<Kurt> ::lying stretched out on the floor near a wall/bookcase, peering intently at a book laid out in front of him::
<Remy> ::looks up:: 'ey Petey.
<Erik> <Pietro> Mail call. ::smirks, tossing a letter at Trav::
<Emma> ::Writes notes, too busy on being focused on her 'own' homework to be bothered.::
<Bobby> ::glances to the door:: ((this' an odd, odd place..))
<Trav> :::Catches the letter, looking confused::: For me? Huh. :::Checks the address on the envelope:::
<Catzy> ::looks confused and begins to chew on the end of the crayon:: ((big word...))
<Erik> <Pietro> ::hands Emma a rolled up newspaper and a magazine::
<Erik> ACTION> THE LETTER IS FROM TRAV'S PARENTS. APPARENTLY THEY MEANT IT WHEN THEY SAID THEY'D WRITE.
<Catzy> what is enfloonce?
<Remy> ::mutters sumthin:: Howcome I ain't neva get no mail? Not even junkmail o' chain lettas. ::leans back a little further.. nearly falls back, quickly jerks himself back to the floor::
<Emma> Thank you. ::Cut smile and nod.::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::tosses a small box at Remy's chest:: No mail? Looks like a care package to me. ::smirks:: Someone send you cookies?
<Bobby> ::scribbles something down then looks from Pietro to Remy::
<Catzy> ::spits out the crayon:: inflooance? ::looks up::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::glances up:: Influence, Catzy?
<Trav> :::Makes quick work of the envelope::: Wonder what the news is from the folks.
<Catzy> inflooence.. what influence?
<Remy> ::catches it:: yee-ah. ((Wonder who'd send me dis.. don')) ::checks the name of the sender::
<Emma> ::Opens her paper, turning to the bussiness and glancing to see what stocks she had chosen.::
<Erik> ACTION> THE BOX HAS NO RETURN ADDRESS.
<Kurt> ::flips a few pages, then writes a sentence down on his paper::
<Catzy> ((Catzy never get box..)) Catzy see now ::keeps reading and marking stuff up in the book::
<Erik> <Sonja> Influence is... when someone has a... ::sighs and looks around for a dictionary to refer to for precise help::
<Remy> hmm.. ((..hope dis ain't a bomb o' nuthin like dat)) ::pulls a throwing spike out of his jacket and uses it to cut the tape.. replaces the spike and opens up the box::
<Erik> ACTION> THE BOX APPEARS TO BE FILLED WITH COTTON PADDING MATERIAL, TO CUSHION A CYLINDRICAL OBJECT, WRAPPED IN HEAVY PAPER. THE PAPER BEARS AN OLD FASHIONED WAX SEAL.
<Bobby> ::absently chews on his pencil, holding it in his mouth with his teeth as he sighs and leans back in his chair, as if it'd give him some profound new prospective on the paper::
<Catzy> ::hands the book to Sonja:: Catzy done.. ::the handwriting is terrible, but the answers seem mostly correct::
<Remy> ::notices the seal.. lowly to himself:: .....how'd dey fin' me?... ::pulls the cylindrical object out of the box and starts to unwrap it::
<Erik> <Sonja> Good job, Catzy ::smiles::
<Catzy> ::points to the name box in the front of the book:: Catzy not know what to put
<Erik> ACTION> AS REMY GETS THE PAPER OPEN, A DETACHED FINGER FALLS FREE AND ROLLS ACROSS HIS LAP. A SIMPLE GOLD RING ADORNS IT, AND THE NAIL IS PAINTED A PALE PINK.
<Bobby> ..::seeing the motion, looks over to Remy.. jaw dropping and the pencil rolling away from him::
<Erik> <Sonja> Well, you could put down 'Catzy'... ::pauses, looking over at Remy::
<Emma> ::Looks up from her news paper, glancing over her at her shoulder at Remy and Bobby, only rasing an eyebrow.::
<Trav> :::Folds up his letter, look happier than a few minutes ago::: Always good to hea...:::Sees the finger, face dropping::: What...is that?
<Catzy> ::writes out "k-a-t-z-e-e":: ok
<Kurt> ::glances at the others in the room, tail curling lazily:: ((..What is..?)) ::stares towards Remy::
<Erik> <Pietro> What the... ::leans over for a closer look, eyes wide::
<Remy> holy shi--! ::jumps his chair back, looks down at the finger and sees the ring.. jaw tightens... ::picks the finger up..:: Belle.... ::low growl::
<Erik> <Sonja> ... is that real..?
<Catzy> ::tail swishes back and forth as she senses everyone's tone of voice change:: what wrong? ::looks at the table:: ...?
<Remy> ::removes the ring from the finger and places the finger back in the box.. holds his head in his hands:: ((What've they done to her.. I gotta fin' out what the hell's goin' on...)) ::frantic look, places the ring on his pinky and grabs the box and leaves.. heads somewhere... looking a little helpless as to what to do..::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::alarmed look:: Remy? Where are you going?
<Logan> ::shoves open the library door and enters, an unlit cigar protruding from his mouth, he's wearing an open flannel shirt with a wifebeater underneath and jeans, likely intercepting remy::
<Bobby> ::just.. stares after Remy, then nearly chokes and breaths in, as if having forgotten to breath:: ((..whatthehellkindofplaceisthis!?))
<Emma> ::Closes her paper demurely.::
<Erik> ACTION> LOGAN CATCHES REMY JUST BEFORE HE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE DOORS. THERE IS A FAINT ODOR OF ANTISEPTIC AND DECAY HANGING AROUND THE BOX IN REMY'S HANDS.
<Remy> ..::looks a little sick.. not paying attention to anyone outside of himself and Belle right now.. runs into Logan, literally::
<Catzy> ::tugs on Sonja's sleeve:: why finger in box?
<Trav> :::Looks slightly green::: I think I'm gonna be sick. Please tell me I didn't see what I think I saw.
<Erik> <Sonja> ...shh, Catzy, not now... ::staring towards Remy still::
<Emma> You didn't see it. ::Monotone.::
<Remy> ::looks at Logan:: Oh.. sorry homme.. ::tries to move around him::
<Kurt> ::rises up to a crouch, with an intent look at Remy's back:: ((There must be much he has not told us, if he gets such packages..))
<Catzy> but.. ::runs over to a chair against the far wall and picks up a science magazine, flipping through to look at pictures::
<Logan> ::eyes remy, staying where he is then looks towards sonja::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::stricken, 'severed fingers aren't in the teachers' manual' look at Logan::
<Erik> <Pietro> ... ::shifting impatiently from foot to foot, looking like he'd very much like to get out the door they're blocking::
<Remy> ..Y' gon' let me by?
<Bobby> ::distracted look at Pietro, quietly:: ..stop that.. you're going to make me motion sick
<Logan> Yeah, sorry, kid. ::eyes waver from pietro to remy back to sonja:: Don't do anything stupid.
<Emma> I sincercly hope that paper will be put on hold...
<Erik> <Sonja> ::coughs slightly:: Um, you should... talk to... ::stares at the box:: One of us. Mr Lensherr. Someone.
<Remy> ..::quickly leaves before hearing what sonja says.. trying to make his way to the nearest phone::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::subsides a bit at Logan's look, scowling:: ((Father should know about this...))
<Catzy> ::tears a couple pages out of the magazine::
<Emma> ::Sighs, rubbing her temples.:: {{Mr. Lennsherr, Remy just got a present in the mail.}}
<Erik> ::vaguely distracted tone:: ((Yes, Miss Frost?))
<Trav> :::Pulls out the letter he got from his parents, rereading it to try to recapture the moment he just lost:::
<Bobby> ::reaches over and flips shut the book he was flipping through, slouching down in his chair:: ..Well, who's up for a midnight snack? ::weak smile::
<Catzy> ::rips another page out:: catzy hungry
<Emma> {{It was a finger.}}
<Erik> ACTION> REMY MAKES HIS WAY TO A PHONE IN THE HALLWAY
<Emma> He knows now.
<Erik> ((...)) ::stands up, striding out of the office::
<Logan> ::stalks towards sonja, face taking on a decidedly more bitter tone than when he first arrived:: Somebody want to fill in the blanks for me? ((What the hell is it now?))
<Erik> <Sonja> ... ::mutely gestures at the door:: ... He got a box in the mail... with a finger!
<Kurt> ::closes the book next to him and puts it back on a shelf, looking towards Logan and Sonja as they talk::
<Logan> ::quirks a brow at sonja's exasperated tone moreso than what she actually says:: Whose finger?
<Remy> ((Ihopeshe'salright.iwonderwhatheydidtoher?thisismyfault.ididthistoher.theydidthistogetbackatme)) ::picks up the phone, hands shaking as he tries to dial... keeps forgetting as he shakes, gets frustrated, throws the receiver and slides back against the wall::
<Catzy> ::tears out another page:: ((more for collection..)) ::stops at a page about Lions, and tries to read the words::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::puts a hand to her forehead, exhaling quietly:: I don't know, he didn't say...
<Emma> He said bell.
<Erik> ACTION> REMY REALIZES THE RECEIVER IS GLOWING FAINTLY A SPLIT-SECOND LATER
<Bobby> ::sits up and lets out a breath, standing slowly::
<Remy> ((justfuckingperfect))::turns his back to the receiver andtries to scramble away::
<Trav> :::Looks at the tearing sound, raising his eyes at Catzy::: What are you doing?
<Logan> Hmmph.
<Erik> ACTION> THE RECEIVER EXPLODES WITH A MUFFLED CRACK, AUDIBLE FROM THE LIBRARY. ERIK ROUNDS THE HALL CORNER A MOMENT LATER, RAISING A BROW AT REMY AND CLEARING AWAY THE STILL GLOWING SPARKS WITH A WAVE.
<Logan> ... Hmmph.
<Erik> <Sonja> ... ::sets the book aside from her lap and stands up a bit nervously, heading for the door:: ... ::turns back to regard the others sternly:: Stay here.
<Remy> ::twists the ring on his pinky, looks up at sees Erik:: Sorry 'bout dat cap.. jus' got a little frustrated. I'll get ya a new one.. ::stands up and grabs his box and tries to find another phone::
<Erik> ::glances at the phone, then at Remy:: Come this way, Mr Lebeau.
<Remy> ::snaps out of his trance:: huh?
<Logan> ::echos sonja's sentiment with a snarl, then follows her::
<Bobby> ::glances toward the hallway, then at Logan:: ...
<Erik> ::motions for Remy to follow, turning back for his office::
<Emma> He'll cut you, I know.
<Kurt> ::gives a start, looking towards the direction of the sound, then looks back to Sonja:: You do not think we could help?
<Trav> :::Clears his throat again::: Catzy, what are you ripping?
<Remy> butIgotta--
<Erik> ::just looks back at Remy, the eyebrow still raised::
<Catzy> ::too busy reading now, doesn't acknowledge the question::
<Remy> ::sighs and follows::
<Trav> :::Reachs over, tapping Catzy on the shoulder::: Catzy?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::looks from Remy to the phone to Erik, once she's in the hall, then runs a hand through her hair again and retreats a step:: Well... I guess he's got that under control... ::side-glance at Logan::
<Erik> ::opens the door of his office:: Have a seat.
<Logan> Hmm. ::quietly:: What do you know about him?
<Catzy> ::instinctively swipes at Trav before realizing who he is:: ..? what?
<Remy> ::takes a seat::
<Remy> ::continues to twist the ring paranoidly::
<Trav> :::Drops back, looking a bit fearful::: I was just wondering what you were doing, I didn't mean to scare you or anything.
<Erik> Do you wish to tell me what is going on, Mr Lebeau?
<Catzy> ::holds up the book with a picture and article about Lions in a zoo::
<Trav> Oh, I see. :::Grins nervously::: Maybe you shouldn't rip the pages out?
<Erik> <Sonja> ...Not much, honestly... He doesn't talk much about anything before coming here.
<Kurt> ::mumbling to himself:: Well then.. ::fully stands, looking to the others, suddenly not wanting to say what he was about to say::
<Remy> ::looks a little hesitant::
<Catzy> ::holds out the ripped out pages, all with picures of sunny beaches.. mostly cigarette ads:: Catzy want to go back to beach
<Erik> <Sonja> I gathered he used to be a thief... but.. ::helpless shrug:: ..that doesn't tell anyone much.
<Erik> ::waits, calmly::
<Remy> ..dey sent me dis.. ::places the box on Magneto's desk and shows him the finger:: wit' dis on it. ::shows to the pinky ring::
<Bobby> ::glances over to Catzy:: Weren't you just by some beaches, when I got here?
<Remy> I gave it t' Belle a couple 'a years ago..
<Erik> ::eyes narrow slightly at the finger:: 'Belle'?
<Trav> You want to go back to the beach? :::Shakes his head::: I don't think that's gonna be possible anytime soon.
<Logan> Used to be? ::chucklesnorts:: He still is.
<Remy> fiancee... we are supposta get married when we turn 18..
<Erik> <Pietro> ::paces the library, finally snatching a book off the shelf and flipping through it rapidly::
<Catzy> :;holds up another page with a picture of a city:: catzy want to go to see mama
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: Do you have any idea who might have sent this... token to you?
<Trav> Uhm...uh...((Mama? Better humor her))...well, I don't know. We'd have to get permission and all that.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::weak smile:: We should probably go back in there.. ::glances at the library entrance::
<Remy> De guild... her finger was wrapped in some paper.. wit'd de guild seal.
<Erik> ::frowns at the box, quietly:: What purpose would they expect such a thing to serve...
<Logan> Err, uhh, before we do that, I wanna ask you some'in.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::hesitates with a curious glance::
<Emma> ::Sighs quietly, looking at her paper.:: So... has anyone gotten any infomation on the report they'd like to share?
<Remy> ..Dey want me back.. I don' care tho' .. I gotta fin' out if Belle's alright.
<Catzy> permission? what that?
<Erik> <Pietro> ::agitated, forgets to slow down his speech to a normal rate:: Icompleteditalready. It'sallaverysimplemetaphorforFather'sownphilosophyofmutant-humanrelations. ::places the book back on the shelf with a thump::
<Kurt> ::forcing a chuckle:: Ja, let us act the part of a normal study group... ::blinks at Pietro::
<Erik> If this is a lure... perhaps you would be wiser to hold off immediate action until we know the exact circumstances.
<Trav> Permission is where...uhm...they agree to let you do something. Usuaully, you have to ask before you do it.
<Emma> Repeat.
<Catzy> why
<Logan> You like the opera. ::tone leaves sonja to question whether that was a question or a demand::
<Trav> Because if we don't ask Mr. Lensherr if we can, we'll get in trouble.
<Remy> I can't.
<Erik> <Pietro> Er. ::flushes, because fair-skinned types do it so obviously:: It's a metaphor for Father's philosophy... humans and mutants living peacefully, as opposed to fighting. He learned it from some Xavier fellow, years ago.
<Erik> <Sonja> ... ::cautiously confused:: ..Yees?
<Catzy> ::tilts her head:: why?
<Erik> Why not? ::raises a brow at Remy::
<Trav> I don't want to get in trouble and I don't think you do either. :::Starting to look frustrated:::
<Catzy> Catzy trouble.. that what witch lady say to catzy
<Remy> Because I can't jus' sit back and worry 'bout what's happ'nin' t' Belle. She... if somethin' happen t' her an' it's my fault..
<Logan> I, uhh, can get tickets if you want.
<Emma> ::Slight smirk.:: I see.
<Remy> ((We was supposed t' get married t' unify de guilds...))
<Erik> ::silent for a moment:: Mr Lebeau... you cannot take responsibility for the health and safety of everyone close to you onto your shoulders, at all times. You also cannot anticipate every action that an adversary may take.
<Erik> <Sonja> Really. ::grins::
<Trav> :::Shakes his head::: You're not trouble. And don't believe everything she says, even if she says she's right.
<Catzy> ::scratches her head:: so catzy not trouble, so catzy not need permission ::nods:: and rips another page out::
<Remy> mebbe y' right, cap.. but dis' time.. dis person... It's my fault. If I woulda jus' went back after.... den nuthin' woulda happened t' her!
<Erik> <Pietro> I could help you, if you like..? ::all but bouncing on his toes in eagerness::
<Trav> Catzy...:::Tries to bite down his frustration:::...everyone has to ask permission to leave, because if they don't, they'll make Mr. Lensherr mad. And you've seen Mr. Lensherr mad, haven't you?
<Erik> ::stares at his hands for a moment:: You cannot predict the future, Mr Lebeau, unless you have been hiding some rather astounding abilities. Hindsight is of little use.
<Emma> I would very much appericate that. ::Sweet smile towards Pietro.::
<Catzy> ::shakes her head::
<Trav> Would you like to see Mr. Lensherr angry?
<Catzy> does it taste good?
<Kurt> ::silently listening in on Pietro and Emma, then glances over towards Travis:: ((Hrmm..))
<Logan> Let's get back in there now before they start to miss us, yeah?
<Remy> Save de lecture, Erik. Y' ain't gon' convince me. I made up my min'. I gotta fin' out what's goin' on.
<Trav> Uh....uh....Catzy, I think it's time you stop talking to Emma.
<Catzy> catzy never talk to that lady ::gets up and walks over to the table everyone was at before, picking up one of the text books::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::grinning still:: Sure..
<Emma> ::Looks over to Travis.:: Excuse me? ::Dark icy look <tm>.::
<Trav> :::Looks back to Emma, smiling innocently::: I meant nothing bad about it. Really!
<Catzy> ::tries reading a few sentences::
<Erik> ::eyebrow quirks slightly at Remy's use of his first name:: I am not lecturing, nor am I asking, to be perfectly frank. I strongly suspect I may be able to gather the information you need much faster than you could alone, and I am not about to let you run headlong into a trap.
<Logan> ::heads back into the library after giving sonja... a look::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::grins all the way back to her chair, although it fades somewhat when she sees the pile of torn out pages Catzy has acquired::
<Kurt> ::looks back and fourth between Emma and Travis:: ((Somehow I do not think that he will ever manage to 'get a response' out of her that is positive....))
<Emma> And what did you mean by that? ::Eyes narrow.::
<Remy> ::looks at Erik::
<Catzy> ::left the pages on the chair by the window:: catzy like this book ::reads the words she understands from the I Have a Dream speech::
<Trav> I'm sorry if you felt offended, ma'am. :::Tries to look afraid of Emma:::
<Remy> Fine. ::picks up the box and leaves the office::
<Emma> ::Scowls and turns to her magazine now, apparently forgetting the assignment.::
<Remy> ::turns around and walks back into the doorway:: Erik?
<Erik> <Pietro> ::speeds from one shelf to another, pulling books and depositing them on the desk before Emma:: Well... thisisamajor reference in King'sphilosophy and here'ssomeGhandi,butdon'tuse too much or Father will get annoyed, and here's someprecedentsforMalcolmX, you can nevercite too much classical stuff where Father's concerned... ::stops back at Emma's desk::
<Erik> ::looks at Remy::
<Remy> T'anks. I 'ppreciate it.
<Emma> ::Blinks, looking up at Pietro.:: Well... uhm, thank you.
<Erik> <Pietro> ::side-glances before leaning a bit closer and whispering:: Don't tell anyone but Wanda and I have marked some of the good pages for quick reference, you know... good source material for these kinds of papers. ::grins::
<Catzy> ::looks up, spotting Sonja:: catzy still hungry ::frowns::
<Erik> ::slight nod::
<Remy> ::nods to Erik as he leaves again and heads up to his room::
<Emma> ::Nods slightly.:: I promise.
<Trav> :::Looks to Sonja::: Uhm, could you explain to Catzy what "permission" means?
<Logan> ::eyes the kids like they stole something, folding his arms over his chest, and whispers:: Hmmph, you gonna be alright? I'm gonna go check on, the kid.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::grins back at Logan:: Yeah, go ahead. ::smirks, looking to Catzy:: Permission... hmm.. well, permission is when you need to ask someone else if you may do something, before you do it.
<Catzy> ::picks up the workbook, looking at the box where she tried to write her name:: Catzy need gooder name... ::scribbles out what she had written, not listening to Sonja at all::
<Logan> ::stalks towards erik's office::
<Kurt> ::glances to Sonja:: Are we allowed to leave yet, Frau Polaski?
<Emma> ::Mutters after Logan leaves.:: I bet he was dropped on his head as a baby.
<Erik> <Sonja> Yes, go ahead... doesn't seem to be any danger, or Mr Lensherr would have notified us. ::waves at the door::
<Remy> ::sets the box on a desk in his room.. sits on his bed against the wall, staring at the box::
<Catzy> catzy have dream that all food taste good ::stands up and makes for the door::
<Trav> :::Goes back to his paper, trying to pick up from where he left off in his writing:::
<Logan> ::pounds on the door to erik's office harshly::
<Emma> ::starts to read through a few of the books she was given.::
<Erik> ACTION> THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN BEFORE LOGAN'S FIST CAN HIT IT A SECOND TIME. ERIK REGARDS HIM MILDLY.
<Erik> There is no need to leave dents in my door, Logan.
<Logan> ::shrugs:: You find out anything about the girl?
<Kurt> ::nods, then straightens up and 'ports to the living room, paper in hand::
<Erik> Not as of yet. That will not remain the case for long, however. I believe Mr Lebeau will cooperate.
<Catzy> ::goes straight for the kitchen:: ((catzy not want persimmon, catzy not trouble))
<Logan> Heh. You put a lot of faith in them, maybe too much. I'd be surprised if he wasn't trying to sneak out here right now... No, he's smarter than that. He'll wait til you take him where he needs to be, and then skip out. ::nods, having full confidence in his accessment::
<Remy> ..::looks at the ring.. then at the window..walks over to it and opens it.. checking to see how far down it is::
<Erik> ::slight 'what happens will happen' gesture:: If he attempts to handle this on his own, there is little I can do to stop him, save hope we can find him before any traps are sprung.
<Kurt> ::sits heavily down onto the couch, sighing, reading over what he's written so far of his paper::
<Trav> :::Finishes the last of his paper, then drops his pencil::: Thank the heavens, the task is done!
<Remy> ...((Screw this.. I gotta get out.. fo' Belle)) ::walks back to his room.. grabs his throwing spike leather cuff, puts it on.. grabs his picks.. and other various supplies, places them in his jacket and leaves the room, heads downstairs and to the garage::
<Remy> ::enters the garage.. looks around for something he could use that wouldn't get him killed by a certain crazy canuck::
<Logan> Hmm. Let's just hope he listened when I said, "Don't do anything stupid." ::heads for remy's room::
<Catzy> ::wanders aimless about the castle, bored::
*********SIM END*********